*slowly takes the paper and and pen and begins to write his story amongst the pages*

"My name is unknown to me, I'm recognized only as Spirit Weaver, so I suppose for now that will be my name. Upon entering this strange world, I have lost my ability to speak and must find other forms of communication. It saddens me that my voice has left me and I am unaware of how to find it and once more have it flow from my lips to the ears and souls of those around me. I have come to find a small source of my own magic from some past that I don't remember. I am able to breifly breath life into inanimate objects and do as I command but only for a few brief minutes before they return to their original dormant state. I wish to find my way in this new and strange world and to imprint a legacy of some sort upon the minds of those souls that surround me. "

"Slip into the unkown and discover thy spirit resting peacefully among your greatest dreams and hope that it remains that way, for if the nightmares come thy spirit will not rest until the demons are vanquished from wence they came."