Death.<br/>People usually think that is the final journey in life. But not so for one Eloquim Bitterberi. She could remember that first day that she died. It was a battle with a god, with her team working at her side. It was too powerful for her, too powerful for her party. Her arrows had been flying straight towards the god, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. What was wrong? She was better than this. She should be able to defeat it easy. Over the years she had become very powerful indeed. But she never would forget the day that she supposedly brought out her calling in life.<br/>Ever since she was little, her grandmother told her stories about how she had been barren, and oh how she wanted a child very much! She prayed that she would have a child, every night.<br/>One day, an angel came down and put a feather on her belly and she was able to have a child,<br/>Her mother, Gaiyle. A mother who was quite a disappointment for a child of an angel feather.<br/>An elf who slept with every man in town and ended up sleeping with a priest. He told her that she was the one to have the fated child, the one that was meant for a great deed.<br/>The deed was done, she lifted the hammer of Thor and smashed the balls that was meant to control all dragons.<br/>With little fanfare. It was like she didn't do anything! Surely she was meant for more than this!<br/>Despite how she felt about the whole incident, she kept on fighting. She loved being with her friends, but always thought that there must be more.<br/>When she died, that was proof enough for her. Because, instead of going to the afterlife, she was born in a new body. It happened several times.<br/>She figured, there must be a reason for this.<br/>After so many deaths, her abilities had suffered. She felt like she was starting over again.<br/>Today, she sits in a tavern looking at the people inside wondering what she can get into. It has been such a long time, that all the friends she used to travel with are all dead.<br/>"I hate this..."<br/>She mumbled, staring at the people. They all looked alike to her. Who would be the person to lead her to the life she wants? She hated all the death, she wanted for whatever could end it all to happen already. The real destiny she was meant for.