We people in this reality where Ibehru and I live believe in ghost like apparitions called Fates.

There are, apparently, seven of them.

And sometimes, they mess around with mortals.

Why?

We mortals can only guess.

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ME!

Ibehru's trusty side kick and the I am self-proclaiming to be the narrator of Ibehru's adventures.

At the "Battle of the Ancient Tree" - as the episode I suddenly gained an ego that was more than a normal donkey is supposed to have. Well, as far as I can tell from the other donkeys I've met.

Why did I get an ego?

No idea!

Maybe one of the 7 Fates was bored again?

The protagonist of this story, an elf... I think. Well she has pointed ears, so, seems elfish?

Oh, you thought it was me, Donkey?

Nope. I'm just the narrator and her trusty sidekick - well, at least since the "Battle of the Ancient Tree", anyways...

Famous for producing some of the best cabbage the country enjoyed.

And also where I saw Ibehru allegedly mercilessly beat both Muscle Uncle (not necessarily his real name) and Boatica  in arm wrestling.

I repeat - ALLEGEDLY!

Valedorna... Valedorna... why does that ring a bell in this old Donkey's mind....?

Huh.

This is where I, Donkey, got an ego, and started sort of remembering weird things.

Like language.

I had a great battle there and routed not one, not two, but THREE thugs all at once!

Donkey for the win!

Sigh... I so wish I could do a "guts pose"...

But, I'm a donkey.