"...looking up from the pedestal into the joyous and fearful eyes of the Children, Lazarus knew that his work in this plane was not yet finished." The Mad Bard, Ahmed

Lazarus felt that familiar pain. That hateful, unasked-for, unwanted pain. For yet again despite having been obliterated by a fiery explosion that destroyed the whole of his town of Charosminnkahn, he found himself lying naked on a pedestal in a new body, with the hopeful eyes of numerous people focused on him.

And death had been so restful. There was no pain, nor suffering nor expectations No feeling nor consciousness whatsoever. Just a restful void of peace.

But here he was again. he looking into the eyes of those around him. He knew immediately that he was called back for a reason. The end of the world. It was always the end of the world. He was never called back for anything trivial.

An ancient frail man with a strong voice approached him saying,"Lord Lazarus, welcome back. I am Gormus the High. We brought you back to save the world.

A weight immediately crashed down upon Lazarus' shoulders. He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and muttered to himself, "...not again...."

More death, more suffering was in Lazarus' future. And not for the first time Lazarus wished he had never been reborn.

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