Scene 1 "The Island of Broken Swords".

In the middle of nowhere, in the most remote corner of the dark sea, an island surrounded by fierce cliffs with pointed rocks composed of a strange mineral harder, more resistant, more valuable than any other known material was hidden in a dense fog.

And on that remote island inhabited by a warrior race on the verge of extinction, I lived, although living is not exactly what best describes me, an undead, a Lich is neither alive nor dead only this one, and so I've only been around for. I don't even remember it, it

could be forever.

In this flicker of my non-life, I had decided to take over the cemetery of the island, as the previous one died in terrible and painful agony like most of the inhabitants of this sad place. Under my care since he was a small creature, a young man of the race of the inhabitants of this island, those blessed for war, the Praying Mantises, I named him Magnis and gave him my surname or something like it. Magnis Hundred Bones first of his name and from what I see in his future, also the last.

-Master I have something on my mind that I would like to share with you.....

– Did you finish digging?

-Yes, this time I've only had 3 nights without stopping.

– Three nights? Do you remember that when your training as a grave keeper began, it took you 3 long months and you used to pass out with less than 20

miserable hours of continuous work, how pathetic you used to be, I should have gotten rid of you long ago, but for your mother. (But then I immediately kept silent).

– My mother! Please, teacher, I'm ready, tell me about her.

-I and I alone will decide when you are ready, now close your jaws and set the table for dinner.

-I have something to tell you; the next moon, will be the registration for aspiring heroes and it coincides with my eleventh birthday, I was thinking of traveling to the capital and carry out the tests.

– And how do you plan to do that? You are just a sad attempt at a grave keeper, an orphan raised by an undead, the cemetery is your home, tending and digging graves is what we do, this is your life and this is your destiny.

-No, no master, I know, I can see it in his eyes, well where his eyes should be and I know deep down he doesn't believe what he says, I know he really thinks I can fulfill my dreams.

-You are also a nobody of any family, you know well that only a few members of clans that have their own church as well as the blessing of their priest can be summoned as an aspirant only in this way and with a sacred weapon of carbine.

-That no longer worries me, master, you have taught me to always be one step ahead, I contemplated it and since a year ago I started a fight but this time legal, to include the old wake chapel where the bodies rest and are visited by their relatives while we dig their graves, the one that is abandoned in the corner of the cemetery.

– In the abandoned area, you know you are forbidden to enter that area!

-I didn't enter, I just entered my camera to take a picture, they asked for it to finish the process and just yesterday I got the answer after a long wait:

20 of Araneus 9950

"Dear Magnis of the Hundred Bones house, after analyzing the historical archives of our old city, and after discussing it in different commissions, we found that the building with which the cemetery counts, was once considered a church, and according to the law, when a building receives that title, it never loses it again, therefore its registration is improper, it is not necessary to register it again, we appreciate the interest in preserving our traditions and we send respectful greetings to the great parish priest L1x3 Hundred Bones and to you."

Sincerely yours. - Commission of Honor and Religion of the Royal Court

– Great Parson L1x3 Hundred Bones! What the hell did you do now, I'm an undead a Liche not a second rate sanctimonious, do you know how much that title affects my reputation?

-I'm sorry master, if I had told you before, I would not have accepted, and I have to do whatever it takes to achieve my dream.

– Lying? Behind my back, falsifying documents and my signature (that's exactly what I taught him).

-I didn't lie, just. Exaggerate the truth; it's not bad if it's done with good intentions.

-With the best intentions and the most beautiful desires in their hearts, they have come to commit the worst crimes in this flat world we inhabit and in many others that you do not know.... Already lost my appetite, get out of here and continue digging you do not deserve even a bite of my bread.