Chapter 0: Memories
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	Locke looked down at the Sprite.  Angered, the Sprite chirped,
"Aieeeee!  Watch where you're going, tall one!"
	The Sprite stood a few feet tall, with bushy red hair that
dripped to its knees and ears extruding from that mass of hair.  The
Sprite wore a green cloak that tapered to his feet - Locke noticed the
Sprite had unusually large feet.  "For a midget, you have awfully large
feet."
	Redness covered the Sprite's face.  "Oh yeah?  At least I don't
wear a funny looking bandana - what's your problem, your head injured?"
	Locke, wishing to end the argument, replied, "Who are you?"
Baffled, the Sprite had no answer.  "Don't you remember?" continued Locke.
	"No, I've lost my memory.  That's why I'm here in this library -
I hope to find some information about my past.  I don't even know how I
got to this world.  One day, I woke up and found myself lying on a rock."
	"Have you found any useful information?"  The Sprite scratched its
hair; Locke noticed stripes lining the Sprite's cheek.  "Maybe you belong
to some tribe or something."
	"You mean the stripes on my cheeks?  I don't even know why they're
there.  Maybe I do belong to a tribe."  The Sprite pulled another book from
the shelves, sifted through the pages and threw it back on the shelf.
"This place is useless.  I've been looking in here for days but it's full
of garbage.  I've even gone through a whole cook book that talked about
'seafood' and 'how to make shrimp pie.'  I don't think I'll find anything
that'll help me here.
	"Say, what's your name, tall one with the bandana?"
	"My name is Locke.  What is your name, shrimp?"
	"Remember, Locke, I lost my memory."  The Sprite glanced over at
the shelves again and pulled out another book.  On it, the title read "The
Trial of Lyle Menendyz."  The Sprite paused, thought about the name "Lyle"
and pondered upon its letters, then shrugged his head and said, "My name's
Lile.  Hey, Locke, what's this place called?"
	"It's called the land of summoned monsters."
	"Mwa ha, ha, Land of Summoned Monsters?  Do you plan to get out
of here?"
	"Yes but I still need to find a way out."
	"I'll come with you and help you then, Locke.  First, though, I
gotta grab my bag."  The Sprite strolled around the shelves, picked up a
sack and returned to Locke.  Locke looked at the sack the Sprite was
carrying and noticed something was moving inside.
	"Is there something in your bag?"
	"Yeah.  When I woke up, I found this creature beside me.  It calls
itself Undine.  Wanna look?"
	"Sure," replied Locke.
	"It'll cost you though.  One hundred GPs.  Mwaaa, ha, ha, I'm just
jokin."  The Sprite opened the sack and Locke noticed a tremendous surge of
magic from the creature.
	"Hey," Undine cried, "it's about time you gave me some air."
	The Sprite laughed, "Mwaaa, haw, haw, sorry about keeping you
inside.  Locke, it calls itself an elemental.  Don't know much about it
though."  Locke looked at the creature again.  He could sense the creature
was pure magic... magic, how could that be?  The magical field springing
forth from it was extremely strong, even stronger than any field he had
felt from an esper...