 CHAIN IF ~conditions~
THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM
~(The indistinct form a girl stands before you, one you well recognise.)~
END
++ ~A-amuana?! But... didn't you leave for the village?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1
~In a way, <CHARNAME>- I am a shade, an echo, if you will, of the original Amuana. I was the one that died, and I as the one whose bones you returned.~
END
++ ~But didn't you... move on?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1
++ ~But... aren't you reborn? How can you be here, *and* there?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.2
++ ~Look, I don't have the time for shadows- get to the point and let me leave!~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.3

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1.1
~I... I did. But I was pulled back by... something. I am not entirely sure of what it was; but I know I have something yet to do before I can properly move on.~
=
~Perhaps... (She motions for you to give her your backpack.)~
END
++ ~Of course- here you are. (Give it to her.)~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.1
++ ~Uhm, I don't think its entirely necessary for you to go through my backpack, Amuana. What is it you want?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.2

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1.2
~It is rather hard to explain, and I do not fully understand it myself... suffice to say that we are one, but at the same time we are individual. (She smiles faintly.) Don't give yourself a headache about it, <CHARNAME>.~
=
~How did I get here, you might ask; after you returned my bones, I moved on, but I knew in my heart that my time had not come yet, I had something still to do. So I have come to do it. I do not know what it is, but...~
=
~Perhaps... (She motions for you to give her your backpack.)~
END
++ ~Of course- here you are. (Give it to her.)~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.1
++ ~Uhm, I don't think its entirely necessary for you to go through my backpack, Amuana. What is it you want?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.2

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1.3
~I sense the urgency of your quest, <CHARNAME>, so I will be brief. After you returned my bones, I moved on, but I knew in my heart that my time had not come yet, that I had something still to do in the physical world. So I have come to do it. I do not know what it is, but...~
=
~Perhaps... (She motions for you to give her your backpack.)~
END
++ ~Of course- here you are. (Give it to her.)~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.1
++ ~Uhm, I don't think its entirely necessary for you to go through my backpack, Amuana. What is it you want?~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.2

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1.1.1
~Ah, now I see... this rod, can you not feel it trembling in the presence of the temple?~
=
~It is broken- sleeping. It needs a touch to awaken it, and affix the two pieces together...~
=
~(As she delves into the contents of your backpack, her small hands clasp around the flask containing the tears of the statue of Amaunator. She takes it out and looks at it intensely, unscrewing the cap and touching it to the tip of her index finger. Drawing the flask away, it leaves a round drop of liquid, shimmering in the dim light of the Temple.)
=
~(Consternation briefly knits her brow as though she is unsure of the next step, but as she looks at it, realisation dawns. She brings the droplet to her mouth, breathes on it, and instantly it solidifies.)~
=
~(She then takes the two pieces of the rod and pushes them together, murmering something which you can't quite hear. It is reverent, almost prayer-like, and after a few seconds the pieces seem to slide together, seamlessly joining as though they had never been apart.)
=
~(She then takes the small solidified tear and presses it into the top of the rod, in a small gap in the flowing script. It melds into the metal, and seems to bring forth an inner light, which slowly permeates the flowing script encircling the rod until it glows with silvery white lines.)~
=
~(She smiles, pressing the side of it to her lips and it dims, until finally it is little more than a spark within the tear.)~
=
~It has ancient roots here... it has a memory, of sorts; no intelligence of its own, more a... a power. It has a task to perform, as it was mine to recreate it. It is called the 'Rod of Amaunator', and was once wielded by some of the most powerful priests of Amaunator. It has no use in battle now, however, but you will know when the time has come to use it.~
=
~Ah... I see also that you have the Shadow Scales which my counterpart melted. I believe I have a use for those, as well...~
=
~(She takes the scales, and once again murmers that prayer-like chant, running her hands over the strange shadowy scales. The chant turns into song, and suddenly she lets go of it, and it continues floating midair. She walks around it, pulling at it, molding it into shape. It connects at the back, forming a cage, and within moments it is beginning to look like a suit of armor.)~
=
~(She takes your hand and places it on the armor, and you feel a strange sort of loss within yourself, a drain, but it soon fades. Once again she takes the flask of tears and a drop forms on her finger, and once again she blows on it. Solidified, she presses it into the heart of the armor, and almost instantly, the amor melds into the temple surrounds. You can barely see it, and you would think it gone if you were not touching it.)~
=
~(She takes it out of the air and it becomes visible once more. Handing it to you, she smiles, a brief smile which is soon replaced by worry.)~
=
~You must be careful, <CHARNAME>- there are forces at work far greater than yourself. Be ever wary.~
=
~My task is done, but you have many yet. I wish you luck on your journey, though my counterpart will soon see you again, I think. Farewell.~
END
++ ~Wait! I have to thank you somehow...~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.1.1
++ ~(Smile at her and leave her unmolested.)~ EXIT

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN LK#SHAM PC1.1.1.2
~(She rolls her eyes at you, before taking the broken rod out of your backpack.)~ THEN GOTO PC1.1.1.1