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<span class="mu-s">—Kommgal “Gal” on his life—</span>
I have deviated from the path of rectitude a long time ago, and while much was the result of my own seeking, I am satisfied that most of my actions - were they to be done again - I would do exactly as I did.
This is my account. My name is Kommgal Vannapar.
During much of my youth, I followed cookery and remained out of difficulty (as that was the way of doing advanced by my mother) but there were occasions in which I ignored her instruction; the first major deviation occurred on the day when I became ten years of age, during a gathering in the afternoon hours, the which, while in search for an outhouse, I came across a group of five - who were barely one or two years older than me - spying on a bathing woman near by. I asked them to leave but they were the perverse sort, and stood their ground; so I went after them with a pen I had at the time. They were dissuaded after I tore up skin and opened up their wrists. That difficulty frayed the relationship between my family and I but it was not until I was twenty did they become fully severed.
I was, at that time, apprentice of a publishing house and followed accountancy. One evening at the market I chanced upon a small woman, her height barely reaching my waist (whom I later known as “Amournnara”) who had injuries on her face. I thought of it as queer but continued doing as I did. The evening passed as any other, but in my sleep I found myself confronted by a messenger - a fellow whose height was thrice mine, whose head was that of a bird and whose agenda was most unusual - who expressed interest in me and the street-fight all those years ago.
On the day which follows this one, I would be involved in the hardest fight of my life; a fight against something gigantic, the messenger puts it, and being the “genial” man he is, offered to lend me his assistance. I could ask for a thing from him and he would - to the best of his ability - give it. I asked for strength. And so it was granted; at any moment I have in my hand anything aquatic he would call down lightning and thunder. My sword - owing to the sharkskin grip - was considered one such implement.
The day that which followed seemed not out of normality - and I considered the events of yesterday to be nothing more than an odd dream - until I frequented the fish market during the evening hours. There upon I saw thirty, fourty persons but not a single one cared as that woman was being struck by a giant four times her size. Other giants were there - they could have got him in a rush; the men and goblins could have got peace officers involved; but they did nothing, excepting walking with a pace slightly faster than that of typical and giving the occasional glance. So I acted; brandished my weapon and instructed him to take his leave. He did not. He advanced upon me and his hands went for me - I leapt back and threw a cut on the back of his hand, but that proved only to enrage him.
