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Wheatley sits at his workbench, scribbling on his last piece of parchment. The paper crinkles loudly as he picks it up to inspect it. He smiles at his work, and bites his finger so just a trickle of blood flows out, and draws his family insignia directly below his biography. He blows softly on the ink so it doesn't run. Wheatley puts his last page down, and begins to read his story.

The first thing I remembered was the fighting. My parents, over where to live. My mother wanted to stay in the forest, where she was born, and my father wanted to return to his roots, in the caves. I would try to go and play with my best friend, Ragon, but my mother would sit me right in the middle again. I managed to pull away for long enough to play tag with Ragon. "What was that about, Wheatley?" he asked, in a pure, innocent voice that only an elf such as he could ever posses. "My mommy wants to stay here, and my daddy wants to move to that dwarven city, Kal'Urguan," I responded in the gruff voice that I, as a dwarf, had been born with. I heard a door slam, an arrow twang, and a high pitched wail. My mother stormed away as she was pulling an arrow out of her arm. "Mommy?" I called. "MOMMY! Come back!" But she didn't even glance at me.

I cried for days. My father tried to comfort me, but he was trained in the ways of mining and fighting, not family life. Ragon tried to comfort me, but he still had both his parents. He didn't understand how I felt. "Dad?" I asked. "Yes, son?" he replied, relieved that I'd said anything. "Where are we gonna live?" He sighed deeply, and looked into my eyes. "The caves, son. Gather your things, we're going tomorrow. Say goodbye to your friend." That was the hardest part. He said "Well, we can see each other when we grow up. Hang on." He ran to his house to grab something. He came back out, careful to avoid the summer dandelions. He handed me a wooden sword and said "It's to remember me by." I wanted to say something, but stopped, and ran back to my house.

"It's...big." I stuttered as we entered the great underground city. My father laughed, and led me into the throne room. "Hail, King Simppa!" my father greeted, and elbowed me to bow. I did. "We request refuge in this wonderful city." my father said. The king laughed and said "Aye, lad! Do ye 'av any minas?" My father handed him 5,000 of the shining currency, and the king grasped them in his strong, dwarven hands. "We 'av some housing available in Outer Kal'Urguan, if yer interested!" My father thanked him and bowed, so I mimicked him. "Maybe you'll meet some nice dwarven children here." my father said. I nodded, but didn't stop thinking of Ragon. The rest is a bit of a blur.

Somewhere in the next ten years (I was six when I arrived in Kal'Urguan.), I got a job as a miner, and my father became a guard. One day, I was working on a coal deposit to heat our house for the winter, when I heard a messenger shout "UNDEAD! EVERYBODY HIDE! UNDEAD!" My thoughts immediately went to my father, so I fashioned some hastily made leather armor, and a stone sword. I dashed toward the front gate, and all I could see was fire. An arrow hit my shirt, and blood trickled out. I painfully pulled it out. Among the crowd, I recognized one face under those black robes. My mother. My mother was an Undead. I stood completely still, and another arrow pierced my stomach. I coughed onto the cold stone floor of the gate, and saw blood. I took out the wooden sword that Ragon had given me those many years ago, and charged at the beast that used to be Thalia Stoneheart, mother of Wheatley Stoneheart, and ex-wife of Hogan Stoneheart. It took three blows to strike her down. I cried as I kept beating her, blood running on the ground and my sword. On the last blow, it broke in half. The only thing that could traumatize me further would be if my father died. That happened too, though.

As I packed my things, nobody said goodbye. Nobody patted me on the shoulder. Nobody even gave me a second look. The only comfort I found was that I would see the only friend I ever knew. I set off for the forest, knowing that someday, I would return to Kal'Urguan.

His face crinkled in a half smile, Wheatley posted the biography on the message board, hoping only that someone would read it.

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Neri    3590

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I enjoyed it! A good read indeed! I'll jot down a copy and pin it on the Al'khazaar board as well! May the story of Wheatley be known by all :)

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