He woke up. What happened? He could recall nothing....he looked around. A forest littered with leaves and dead bodies...and a not so dead one. "Who are you" he muttered, looking down to find he was bleeding from various wounds. looking down felt wrong, off balance. "I could ask he same, but out of respect for the dead I suppose I won't. As to the answer to your question, I am Mrellar Don one of the world's strongest mages alive! And you, my freind are Aaron Rellnar. or were really. you were killed fighting. I came upon this band of dead travelers and decided to pick at random one who's death i would recall. only one for it would drain me considerably of my strength. I saw you first, i had not enough strength after healing you to fix your eye either, so sorry." the mage said as he disappeared. "wha-what?"  Aaron hobbled over to a pool of water a few meters to his left and looked at his reflection. he nearly vomited on seeing the shaft of an arrow jutting from his left eye. he realized it needed to be removed and had no idea where the nearest town was, and therefore the nearest healer. so he gripped the shaft, mentally bracing himself. "steady...." he said under his breath. he ripped it out. such pain he felt as never before! he screamed, the sound barreling out of his throat. When finnaly he regained some composure he tore a strip of his shirt off to cover his mising eye to help keep the wound clean. when tearing off the srip of cloth he noticed he was wearing a chain shirt underneath his regular one. "What happened? Where am I? i do not know those things, but i do know that i shall not rest until i have found out. I am aaron Rellnar no longer, but Aarow Lor.".