Well, to start off, it sure was not pretty. My family had been in pretty big wars not too long ago. Some of us are still in good shape. And some of us, are unfortunate. Me, I was most unfortunate. I am a ghost. No, ghost is not mild. I am a soul. A am a soul of a warrior.

It was the toughest battle yet, and me, being least experienced, had died. See, I was not in offence, but in defence. I had no experience with wepons of any sort. Me sugesting to be in battle was stupitity. I was mearly slaughtered. Nothing important in my body was damaged, since the aim was poor. Why didn't the rest of my family help, you might ask? Well they were too far away to have notest. I had later that day died from blood loss.

My heart and will power was strong...

...Soon after, what was left from my body started forming into a staff-like shape. Somehow, after it finished forming, it seemed to have captured my soul, and put it in a container. The container was like a replica of my body. The only ways you could tell it was not real, is the pale "fur" and how whenever you tried to touch the replica, your hand or paw would go right thru.

The staff now has all my DNA. It can make as many containers as it wants, and they will all look like me. I cannot controll the staff, but that does not mean it's evil. It made itself for me. It has a mind of it's own. It has a brain, and a heart and everything a person needs to live. Accually, let me correct myself. It has my brain, and my heart. So the only way I can talk, walk, and do what I want, is if I always hold on to it. But like all humans, animals, neopets, and all living beings, all the continents of the staff will grow week, and one day I will really die too...