The man's eyes opened slowly, the light of morning sun shown through his eyelids. He felt weary of his surroundings, the amnesia of sleep leaving his mind in a fuzzy daze. His body was stiff stretched out on the mildewed grass beneath him. *Chirp...Chirrp..Chirrp* Even the birds sang a light melodic note blessing this almost perfect morning. He blinked slowly sitting up, "Woah... don't stir so quickly I was waiting for you to wake." An aged smooth noble voice spoke from upon his chest. The man peered down slowly eyeing what the source of this strange voice could be. Within the morning light he saw the small skeleton moving across his chest closer to his face. Looking back up at him was the skeleton of a rat, it's bones held together by the magic that he himself had cast. *Snort...* "Bwahahahaha!" he felt a laugh escape his lips shaking the fragile rodent back and forth as he bellowed. "You yellow-bellied bastard!" The rat said as it scurried off him onto the grass.

A moment passed as he stared down, noticing the skulls eyes. They were dark filled with a small light blue light that glowed, a sense of life seemed to flow from them. "It worked, it fucking worked. Not like it was supposed to but it worked." He smiled a dopey smile as he stooped picking up the boney creature. "Unhand me you git, at least address me before manhandling me!" The thing yelled it's elegant speech seemed strange coming from such a vile rodent. A slight changed occurred to the light in it's eyes almost as if expressing a squint. "Small creature I have never heard an animal talk, I must know your name and why?" The man said hoping to relieve the confusion of this delightful morning. "I am Vartos, and I awoke last night to a strange existence. My kind talks giant, yet we have our own smaller words. This has opened my eyes, taken me from the darkness I had dwelled in." The voice seemed to pass from the rat's teeth without a tongue it seemed like another miracle of the spell. "Vartos what a strange name. The darkness you speak of in death I wish to never know it. My name is Elias an aspiring mage, which seems unlikely due to how this spell has turned out." Elias spoke holding the skeleton closer to his face.

Elias looked about seeing the carnage of his venture in the dirt the night before. "This is nor the time or place to discuss such matters, we must be off." He quickly threw the aged article of clothing into the dirt piled within the hole and grabbed his leather satchel. Suddenly he heard voices from the edge of the trees nearby and approaching, he rushed off down the knoll towards the nearby village pocketing the skeleton as he hurried away.