Rebirth?

	My last battle had endued... my fight for life was nearing 
its end as the enemy closed in on me, trying to kill me the quickest 
they could before any of the others could arrive to assist me.  As I 
took my last breaths I cursed them then uttered "Cuio i Aina Amarth 
anann!" and then fell to the ground... I could not see, everything 
had grown dark and I wondered if this was the end.

	The last thing I could remember was eyeing my fellow brethren 
chasing after the infidels who had ganged me when I was doing my services.  
I then felt cold and numb, I knew I must be dead.  But only darkness 
surrounded me, No where near the halls had come to me, then only 
distinguishing thing I saw was a small blue flame, which seemed to almost 
be alive, dancing around as if glad to see me.

	Then it spoke "My child... return to the world of the living, 
regain your strength and rejoin your brethren".  I sat breathless then 
the flame disappeared, and I was alone again. Then all of a sudden, light 
broke and I was in a field, a small child once again.  I was weak but still 
I was alive, but how?  I then wandered long and far, searching for my 
breathren as I grew of age quickly once again.  Some of my strength 
returning, the rest slowly taking its time to come back to me.

	I found my breathren and to their disbeliefs, I proved to them 
who I was.  A grin came across the Turamarth's face as if glad and alittle 
amazed in his own, Being one thing to get a grin from him... another to 
suprise him, what a feat of amazement that must have happened. Now I returned 
to my duties a happier fool... for I had cheated death somehow... but will we 
ever know... was it immortality, luck, or something much more different.

	We may never know...