Everything began the day I woke, opening my eyes for the first time. I was born to an illegal operation led by a guild that sold Neopets, a black trade. Although born blue, underneath my fur silver started to grow. The day it was discovered I was put up for sale, but I escaped, leading to the death of a shoyru who was my only friend... I was adopted, a normal pet for the most part, but my wings began to grow. One day, after they had fully developed, I took a walk to ease the pain and came across a lupe like myself, with a skull on his face... And then began my slavery to my job. He begged me to take it. To let him rest. I didn't understand why he couldn't rest without my permission... If only I understood what I was getting into... Suddenly, bones leaped upon my skin, stitching themselves and causing me to bleed, and yet I healed within moments, the wounds breaking anew each second as bones were stitched to my body... A scythe appeared in my hands... And I was... Am? The Reaper. The Reaper of Death. Life was dull until I met an Ixi named Tesiana Tear. She could control darkness, and at first, with our attitudes, I almost expected a fight to occur. But we were so alike we hit it off immediately. I showed her my role as death, and she told me about her abilities and her friends, all with elemental abilities. A part of me wanted to help. For long periods I would drop out and in; a nonmortal like myself had no sense of time, not really. But even the little association I did ended up getting the attention of the Master. Perhaps, whoever he was, for I do not remember, he was afraid of my ability to take souls. He trapped me. Ripped my ability from me. Who inherited it, I don't know... At first I felt nothing but pain, but I've gotten used to it, enough to write this down. When will I be free from my prison? ...It's been months now. Nothing has happened. ...Where am I? Rydnar? Is that my name? What's death?