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Zabeth has a minion!

Zosha the White Snow Fairy

Zabeth
Legacy Name: Zabeth

The

Angelic Bumbus
Owner:

Krynne

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 3rd, 2009

Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 7th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 52
Strength: 130
Defense: 128
Speed: 125
Health: 130
HP: 130/130
Intelligence: 26
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Minion Feeder

(Story by Krynne)

The wind was howling, making conversation harder by the minute. Zabeth's throat, sore from screaming "what" every few seconds gave a compulsive swallow and she stopped trying to yell. Still not hearing a single word that was being said by any of the others, she simply gestured with hand cupped around her ear, then shrugging her small shoulders. By this time she'd stopped caring what was being said and began to wonder what to do that could allow her to leave without being seen.

Zabeth hated coming here. She and the others had been brought to this dreadful place for many weeks each day to simply sit for hours, yet nothing was told to her or the others about what it was they were supposed to be learning in this maelstrom. Each time they were finally allowed to leave she tried to question the mistress as to what she it was they had to do. The question was at first answered with "you must ask in the cavern", then finally her question was simply ignored. She never could understand how anyone was supposed to hear the lectures or lessons. She sat there glancing around the room to see if there was something she'd missed... a sign, another door, even a single letter or symbol... but nothing was in this room except wind and bare stone. Zabeth's stomach rumbled and she decided she'd had enough of this. She kept her cross legged seating, but gently lifted her bottom from the floor and slid it back a few centimetres. She slowly kept moving, and managed to not get noticed by anyone as she worked.

As she slowly inched her way back towards the exit, she also continued to watch what the rest were doing. The other four students sat craning their ears to hear what the mistress was saying... or in this case, not saying since her mouth was no longer moving. When they were first brought here the mistress had obviously been speaking as her mouth moved, yet in this wind not one of the others had ever figured out what she'd been saying. Lately though, the mistress simply sat there staring with a slight smile, yet she looked at them expectantly as if to get an answer to a question she'd just asked. Ollie, the eldest of the group, was currently waving his hands in the air like a maniac and, from the way his mouth was moving, screeching something in that annoyingly high pitched voice of his (thankfully Zabeth couldn't hear him). Yet the mistress's mouth still never moved at all. Shaya, who was the smallest, simply sat there doing nothing more than squinting her eyes shut and bawling as she usually did after too long of sitting in this dreadful room. Her huge tears streamed off her face sideways as the wailing wind whipped them off before they even had a chance to roll down her cheeks. Still, the mistress did or said nothing. The other two seemed no better off with attracting the mistress or hearing anything anyone said, and merely sat there like immovable lumps.

She finally worked her way to the entryway and was about to somersault herself backwards out into the small room beyond when she was shocked to actually hear gentle words coming to her... as clear as if spoken next to her ear. "Where do you think you are off to, Young One?"

It was definitely the mistress's voice... but she'd been watching and the woman's mouth hadn't so much as twitched! She stared back with eyes wide and jaw dropped. The question was repeated. Dumbfounded all she could do was think in her head "I'm hungry... I want lunch..."

An excited "Yes! Finally!" was all she got in reply when and to her surprise, the wind in this room immediately died down. She was surprised. It never stopped blowing in here! Ever! She remembered sneaking back one night after bedtime to take a peek and it was as just blustery as it always had been when they were there in daylight hours. But now the wind was gone. Suddenly, whatever Ollie was hollering became louder than the wind had been, and he immediately covered his mouth in embarrassment. Shaya peeked open one eye and absentmindedly wiped away the last few tears that were now able to trickle down her cheek and gave a meek chirp of astonishment. The others simply stared around curiously.

The voice once more said "yes, it is time... and congratulations, Little One!".

The mistress gracefully rose from her cross legged position on the stony floor and motioned the everyone to stand up. As they did Zabeth realized that she'd been hearing the mistress in her head! She looked to the others and was about to ask a question to them when the mistress touched her lips with her long fingers. They were gently herded out of the room and another surprise awaited. Other adults stood there, dressed similar to the mistress, but not as many colours to their sashes like hers was. There was also a small table set up, with plates of food and cups of hot tea.

Zabeth watched as each student was directed to a specific spot to sit at while the adults sat opposite. She was amused with who was sitting where, when she realized that the table was now full... yet she herself nor the mistress were seated yet. She looked up with a questioning look then realized the mistress was now beckoning Zabeth to follow her into another room.