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[i]He felt [b]lightheaded[/b]. In a dream filled with ethereal skies, and before the decision he made in a new world, his body had relaxed long after his fall to a [color=00aeef]blue[/color] predator of metal; he felt [b]ｌｏｏｓｅ[/b], the air around him [b][sup]elevating.[/sup][/b] From the bottom of his heart, he wished that he lived again as the beast's [b]glowing eyes[/b] gazed into his, its roar [u]mechanical[/u] and [color=f9ad81]panicked[/color]. A chance where he could perhaps bring change to the life he failed to make himself happy with. He wanted to [b]soar[/b] not for success, but for a bit of self-satisfaction.


[right][h2]The breeze abandoned him...[/h2][/right]
[center][h3]The clouds flew up...[/h3][/center]
[b]The wind spiraled to above...[/b]

And as he reached the end of a dream, he realized one thing as his human body fell toward a glowing world from a long, long dream.[/i]

[center][b]He was falling.[/b][/center]

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The menacingly red eyes of an armored wraith shot open.

Laying down in a field of crops, Hephaestus stared at the vast skies that greeted him. His body felt heavier than a half-ton slab of metal, and his mind wandered about for a good amount of time.

Where was he?

[i]My head...[/i]

Reaching for the side of his head, Hephaestus noticed that his arm was covered in metallic armor. He had not yet noticed the voices of people nearby him.

[i]...Oh right. I did that... character thingy majigger.[/i]

After his death, through a strange turn of events, he was given the chance to accept rebirth as anything he wanted to be. So he happened to become a tall, armored, metal-encased wraith that resembled many symbols of heavy metal. From the red menacing eyes to the spikiness of his armor in general, he looked like a warlord of death. He even had a huge mace on his back.

The problem was that he did not feel accustomed to the armor he had on.

Sitting up from the ground, Hephaestus turned and saw a... peculiar feminine person standing next to a pretty agitated man. There was also a demented-looking scarecrow with a creepy smile and a freaking [i]beetle[/i] [b]scuttling out of it's [u]eye-[/u][/b]

Hephaestus promptly laid back down as soon as he saw the group in the field, regretting that he just happened to sit up and witness a conglomeration of potential chaos. He hoped that no one noticed him, intent on hearing into whatever they had to say to avoid any kind of trouble that could arise.