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Faeborn the Legacy

Questing_403
Legacy Name: Questing_403

The Common Legeica

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 3rd, 2014

Adopted: 12 years, 1 month, 6 days ago

Adopted: March 12th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 12
   
• Strength: 15
   
• Defense: 17
   
• Speed: 20
   
• Health: 17
   
• HP: 14/17
   
• Intelligence: 90
   
• Books Read: 80
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Kennel Cleaner

The legeica mare nuzzled her newborn foal, thrilling in the life of her little one. His stubbly, rust-colored mane that would deepen into a rich, thick auburn. His fuzzy white coat that would become velvet. The patches of drab scales that would brighten into gold. The soft nub on his forehead where he would one day have a horn. In a single word, he was... perfect.

Even so, she coaxed her eyes away from her perfect little one to look up at the sky. The cloudless, moonless sky ablaze wit a thousand celestial diamonds. And a comet. A comet with a golden red tail.

The young mare smiled. Yes. This one was special. She rubbed the fuzzy head with her chin.

"Little one, you will surely do great things, for you were born beneath the sign of Enendei's Comet."

She lowered her head and became grave as she remembered the stars nipping at the comet's tail.

"But beware, my son. For the sign of Bakgraal, that old dragon, is not far behind and he will forever be in pursuit. Take heed lest his pride and fury overtake you and he overthrows you and you share his fate."

The little legeica looked up at her and sneezed.

She laughed. "Ah, my little fearless one. Fearless - Arlaghen." She laid her head across him as he snuggled down to sleep. "Arlaghen Leica."

An old owl looking on blinked his large, yellow eyes. "This one will go a-questing."

2.

The legeica was too young to know fear. Because of this, he often found himself in places a young legeica should not be. So it was not at all surprising he wandered a little too near a dark marsh, where ravenous, nasty beasts dwelt and fed off anything they could sink their fangs into.

Yet the young legeica knew none of this. In the distance, a light had caught his eye. It was like no light he had ever seen. It might have been a fallen star, but it moved here and there so erratically, the legeica's keen questing sense—which had earned him the nickname 'Questing'—prompted him to investigate.

He pushed through the tangle of bracken and vines until he reached the curious light. Even before the form at the light's center took shape, he could see why it moved so weirdly. It had gotten itself caught by a thick, sticky web. As the young legeica was not overly fond of spiders, he determined right off to free the little creature.

Questing pranced right up to the web and spoke to the frightened thing. “It's all right, little one.” (His mother always said this to calm him.) “I'll get you out of there.”

The trapped light stopped darting. It quivered in place, allowing Questing to see the creature inside the lavender-blue glow. To his surprise, it looked very like a miniature version of him. He had never heard of such a thing before.

The faery legeica (as he decided to call it until he could ask his mother) started to make the most unusual of sounds. Chirps, clicks, tinkling sounds.

“I don't understand what you're saying.” He eyed the web. His horn was still too short to be of much good for anything. He would have to use his forelegs. “Okay, don't be scared. I have good aim.” He reared, lashing out at the web—and succeeded in getting his legs coated with the sticky stuff.

“Awww! Eeww! Gross.” He shook his forelegs, trying to get it off. “Yuck!”

The faery legeica uttered a little shriek and began struggling for all its worth so fiercely its light pulsed with its hysterics.

“All right, all right. Hang on. I'll... try...” His eyes widened at the thing slinking along the web toward them.

A huge, fat, hairy spider. With bat wings. And a thousand red and black eyes. Its pincers dripped with Questing didn't want to know what.

Feeling desperate himself now, he reared again, tearing away at the stubborn web, again tangling himself more than freeing the faery legeica. But he kept at it. He wasn't about to let that monster get this little faery legeica!

But Questing's progress was too slow. Forgetting about the web, he turned his attention to fight off the creature. Again and again, he lashed out at it. But the foul beast kept just out of reach.

Pausing a moment to catch his breath, Questing noticed a change in the faery legeica. It was tugging and pulling in a single direction, uttering the same low cluck over and over again. Hardly daring to take his eyes off the spider-bat-thing, he whipped his head around—and saw it. A vine with a cluster of heavy seed pods. Without a second thought, he leaped over to it, grabbed the vine in his teeth and bit hard.

The beast rushed for its prey.

Questing flung his head and reared, swinging the vine pods as hard as he could.

The pods connected the fat body with a thud. The spider-bat-thing twitched, tumbled to the ground and lay still.

“Yay!” Questing cheered, leaping for joy.

The faery legeica made an equally happy trill.

Questing finally got the faery legeica unstuck. It snuggled on his back as he worked his way back home.

His mother was out searching for him. “Arlaghen Leica! Where have you been?”

“Look what I found, Mother! I saved it! Can I keep it? What is it?”

The mare legeica stared in surprise at the little creature that flew up into her face, chirping happily. “It's—it's a legacy. Where—”

“ In the marsh. And what about those funny sounds it makes?”

She listened to the whistles, hums and coos. “Faery speech.”

“I didn't know there were faeries in the marsh!”

“There aren't. It must have gotten lost.”

“Can I keep it?”

“Well...”

The legacy flew back to Questing's back. It settled down and promptly fell asleep.

The legeica mare smiled. “Of course.”

“Thanks, Mother! But, Mother, what do we call it?”

“How about Faeborn? I think she may have been born among them.”

“Faeborn,” Questing tried the name out for himself. He grinned. “I like it.” He twisted his head as far around as it would go and smiled at the sleeping faery legeica. “We're going to be best friends, Faeborn.”

He swore she smiled in her sleep.

Pet Treasure

Green Dragon Scale

Enchanted Rose

Rainbow Essence

Pet Friends