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Puddle Jumper has a minion!

Norman the Darkmatter Pet Rock

Puddle Jumper
Legacy Name: Puddle Jumper

The

Storm Blob
Owner:

Krynne

Age: 15 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 13th, 2008

Adopted: 5 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 15th, 2019

Statistics

Level: 21
Strength: 49
Defense: 46
Speed: 44
Health: 45
HP: 45/45
Intelligence: 44
Books Read: 44
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Private Shopper

(story still being written - not finished as of June 5th, 2018)

There was a brief flash, followed by a loud cracking noise. Startled, she looked up from the dusty tome she'd gotten pulled into and realized that the dark clouds she'd spotted on the horizon earlier had finally rolled in. From the sound of the rustling leaves in the gardens below the small, cracked window she was seated under she knew it was going to be a big one. Rubbing her aching eyes she realized that several hours had passed... that storm was moving rather slow. Now that it was here she also knew it would be a long storm. It was getting very dark in the room. No wonder her eyes ached, straining to read the faded letters in the fading light.

She marked her place with a small feather she found on the sill, and set down the book. She got up and began searching around the cluttered attic for some form of lighting. After several minutes of digging around where she last remembered a box of old equipment lying under a heavy drape, she came up with a half empty packet of candles, a couple of dusty, web covered holders, and a box of long matches used to light a fireplace. Brushing off the cobwebs she deftly inserted one of the tapered candles into a holder and struck the match. Blinking at the sudden bright flare, she squinted and touched the match to the candle, watching as the candle flashed again as the wick ignited. Blowing the match out, she moved the holder to a large flat box top and dove once more into the clutter to locate her food pack.

She happily discovered she had enough food to last the storm, and pulled out dinner... a hunk of oat bread, some soft goat cheese and a few strips of the spiced jerky she'd bought with her last few coins. She brought all back to the nest she'd made under the window and stared out into the approaching storm, pondering as she chewed.

It was just luck that she'd found this abandoned farmhouse. The inhabitants had been long gone for many years, but they'd left many things behind.