A gentle giant roams the Earth in search of a friend. He finds a feild, post 13 nights of restlessness, and a village nearby to defend. He wakes one morning to a small tiptoeing, the crunch of dried grass loud. A boy and girl stood before him, the girl curtsied and the boy bowed. He stuck out his little finger, his hands to big to be held. “Let's be friends,” he said to them, “I'll protect that village over there.” He then pointed to the land nearby where the two kids dwelled. The children agreed and cheered as they watched the giant entertain them by telling them a story about how he wrestled a bear.

A cycle was started where the boy and the girl came to the giant every morning, stayed for a round of stories and left before the sun went down. One day neither of them came, not even to say if the other was sick. In the night shortly after, he awoke to feel a prick. He looked around to find a knight with a bloodied sword in hand, the look on his face was anger. The giant felt as if he was about to be sick. He glared at his attacker.

“Why are you here?” The knight glared back, two small figures shifting behind him, “You have brought the people fear!" From behind the knight the two figures approached. The knight, the boy and the girl encroached. The girl looked glad and the boy looked sad. “You got what you deserve,” laughed the girl. The boy looked away as she showed off a huge pearl.

The giant got up and left, not wanting to fight, going somewhere remote where he could be alone. Days turned into months which turned into years, the poor giant was barely living and cold to the bone.

One day the boy and girl found him. The boy grew to be a carpenter by the name of Tim. The girl was married to a noble man and hummed a deadly hymn. “There he is,” she shouted at Tim, throwing a gun in his hands, “Kill him!” The giant dropped to his knees. Why now, when he was starved for weeks?

“Before you kill me, I'd like for you to know my name. I have two children and a wife, if it's all the same. My name is Collin Fredrich Sumsara. My son is Tim and my daughter is Clara.” The woman was about to pull the trigger in Tim's hands when Tim threw down the shotgun.

“Father,” he asked, not believing his ears as he kicked aside the discarded gun. “My name is Timothy Sorin Frederich Samsara, standing back there was my sister Clara.” The giant could not believe his ears, his son was here, his daughter was evil and in tears.

“Shut the Hell up, I'll kill you myself after I get the money for that giant's head!” Clara picked up the shotgun and fired, the shots all missed due to a wizard whose hand was outstretched as he sat on the bed.

“Leave now Clara Donovan, you are no longer a Samsara. Your greed will be your undoing, your position is not power.”

Clara Donovan failed to reach her goal, she was soon sent away by a rabbit's hole.

Collin's wife returned that night after 15 years with a chance at peace with the kingdom Peirce.

All ended well for the descendants of the original Samsara, all were happy except for the daughter Clara.