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Erin looked across the ruins of where his town stood long ago, he knew that his problems could be solved if only he could remember that night when it all went wrong. But when did it begin, and how did he end up here? He sighed, and created a small beacon of light, it hurt him to do so, but right now seeing around him was more important than his rehabilitation, he had to know how he got here. After a while he eventually became tired and as he was about to leave a purple stone caught his eye. The cylindrical crystal was rounded at one edge and sharpened to a point at the other, and suddenly he knew what it was, and he remembered...