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Arcinone has a minion!
Luma the Astralflaik
Luma the Astralflaik
Arcinone
Legacy Name: Arcinone
The
Galactic ArchanOwner:
AlliraAge: 16 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: July 5th, 2007
Adopted: 16 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: July 5th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 11
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
This poem tells the story of two of my beloved pets. Arcta and Arcinone (pronounced Arc in own) who are both Galactic in colour. I wrote it myself so please make sure you never copy ANY of it.
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THE LEGEND OF ARCTA AND ARCINONE
Legend tells the story of an Archan brave and true,
And a Kora girl named Arcta, and the love between these two.
Lady Arcta was of noble birth, born of wealth and power,
Who lived a life of privilege in a lonely ivory tower.
Quite different was the story of our Hero, Arcinone,
He was but a farmers son and called a cottage home.
One afternoon while she was riding, Arcta’s stallion threw a shoe,
Away from home, her horse now lame, what was she to do?
Just as she was starting to feel a twinge of fear,
Down the winding forest path, our hero did appear.
For those of you who don’t believe love happens at first sight,
I tell you now it happened to these two on that night.
For though they started out alone when they awoke that morn,
By the time the horseshoe was replaced, a true love had been born.
They were no longer separate; their lives were now entwined,
The miracle of love had bloomed and their two hearts had combined.
What should be a happy story was not destined to run smooth,
For when she told them of her love, Arcta’s family disapproved.
She would not wed a farm boy, a lowly pauper’s son,
She would not contact him again, she’d end what had begun!
She would obey her Father or risk his fearsome wrath,
Rebellion in a daughter was a very reckless path.Wracked with sorrow and despair, she sent him word that day,
And quickly they devised a plan to pack and run away.
Imagine if you’re able, their desperate flight that night
Leaving everything behind, knowing it was right.
Picture as I tell you the heartbreak on their face,
As the sound of many pounding hooves followed them in chase.
“My Father will not let us leave, his pride’s at stake you know,
There is no place on all the land where we are safe to goâ€
“I love you Arcta†he replied “and we will find a way
To be together always, believe in what I sayâ€
They found a vale to shelter in and he held and let her weep
And exhausted from the day’s events they fell to troubled sleep.
And there they might well have been found and forever torn apart,
Had one not looked upon them, and their story touch her heart.
Gazing from the balcony on her luna home,
Celesse had seen the lovers, helpless and alone.
She saw the riding soldiers drawing ever near,
And knew the sleepers in the vale had every right to fear.
She quickly drew a handful of powdered coloured stones,
Which were mined from deep within the caves of her celestial home.
And whispering the ancient words only her people knew,
She raised the powder to her lips and very gently blew.
The dust rode down on Heavens trails and floated down to cover,
in a coat of blue and golden stars one sleeper then the other.
Then lifting them while they still slept,
In the galactic robes she’d made them
She carried them to safety and in the stars she laid them.
And to this day, if you look up, on a darkling night you’ll see,
Brave Arcinone and his lady fair, together as they’re meant to be.
Thanks to some ancient magic and a love no one could sever,
They’ll dance together in the stars for always and forever.
Allira
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THE LEGEND OF ARCTA AND ARCINONE
Legend tells the story of an Archan brave and true,
And a Kora girl named Arcta, and the love between these two.
Lady Arcta was of noble birth, born of wealth and power,
Who lived a life of privilege in a lonely ivory tower.
Quite different was the story of our Hero, Arcinone,
He was but a farmers son and called a cottage home.
One afternoon while she was riding, Arcta’s stallion threw a shoe,
Away from home, her horse now lame, what was she to do?
Just as she was starting to feel a twinge of fear,
Down the winding forest path, our hero did appear.
For those of you who don’t believe love happens at first sight,
I tell you now it happened to these two on that night.
For though they started out alone when they awoke that morn,
By the time the horseshoe was replaced, a true love had been born.
They were no longer separate; their lives were now entwined,
The miracle of love had bloomed and their two hearts had combined.
What should be a happy story was not destined to run smooth,
For when she told them of her love, Arcta’s family disapproved.
She would not wed a farm boy, a lowly pauper’s son,
She would not contact him again, she’d end what had begun!
She would obey her Father or risk his fearsome wrath,
Rebellion in a daughter was a very reckless path.Wracked with sorrow and despair, she sent him word that day,
And quickly they devised a plan to pack and run away.
Imagine if you’re able, their desperate flight that night
Leaving everything behind, knowing it was right.
Picture as I tell you the heartbreak on their face,
As the sound of many pounding hooves followed them in chase.
“My Father will not let us leave, his pride’s at stake you know,
There is no place on all the land where we are safe to goâ€
“I love you Arcta†he replied “and we will find a way
To be together always, believe in what I sayâ€
They found a vale to shelter in and he held and let her weep
And exhausted from the day’s events they fell to troubled sleep.
And there they might well have been found and forever torn apart,
Had one not looked upon them, and their story touch her heart.
Gazing from the balcony on her luna home,
Celesse had seen the lovers, helpless and alone.
She saw the riding soldiers drawing ever near,
And knew the sleepers in the vale had every right to fear.
She quickly drew a handful of powdered coloured stones,
Which were mined from deep within the caves of her celestial home.
And whispering the ancient words only her people knew,
She raised the powder to her lips and very gently blew.
The dust rode down on Heavens trails and floated down to cover,
in a coat of blue and golden stars one sleeper then the other.
Then lifting them while they still slept,
In the galactic robes she’d made them
She carried them to safety and in the stars she laid them.
And to this day, if you look up, on a darkling night you’ll see,
Brave Arcinone and his lady fair, together as they’re meant to be.
Thanks to some ancient magic and a love no one could sever,
They’ll dance together in the stars for always and forever.
Allira
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