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Lu Shui
Legacy Name: Lu Shui

The Hydrus Montre
Owner: Asuwelt

Age: 12 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: October 4th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: October 4th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 11
   
• Strength: 29
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Soil Mixer

It was the wrong key.

He had many, each to a special door, each to their own story. Stories he was only given the hours, day, weeks, months, years, to watch over, never to make his own. The doors stood silent most days, tall and cold, humming when the sun was hidden behind them, giving them the slightest of glows. But some days, days like today, they would fight, clanking and thrashing about, sometimes causing chips or screws to fall to the sides. It was days like that that Lu Shui's training and forced upon destiny would be presented. He would fight, calm what was behind the door, and then lock it once more, giving into the solitude that followed.

It was a restless day, once that gave the metal locks a rough tumble, the wood splinters falling with such force they became spears. He flipped, key after key after key, eyeing the door that became more and more restless. He flipped faster and faster, the greasy shin of the metal chapping the pads of his fingers. The door began to moan and twist until it started screaming, letting off its own light, lifting from its resting place.

They felt never ending, piece after piece. The keys began to feel heavy as he seemed to reach the end of his choices. His fingers slipped, the largest ring falling to the group, sprawling out far in the darkness of the floor. But there it was, pointing itself as if drawn. There. That had to be it. Lu Shui picked the key that had pointed itself to the screaming, sticking it into the lock forcefully and turning.

A white twist of light was followed by the sent and sound of rain. It became a dark night, the doors screaming and rattling long silenced by its closing and sealing behind Lu Shui. The single key was left in his hand, to be stuffed in his pocket for safe keeping. Something did not feel right here. Something felt off, as if war or chaos had not touched this area. He was used to coming into moans of agony, tears of loss, screams of anarchy. But here, between two large towering buildings, where the pavement smelled of rotting bread and the walls glistened with slim and paint, he felt a sense of comfort. Like what this city was, knew it, and had no issue for what it had to give.

Lu Shui stepped from the shadows, the bright colours of neon flashing over his face and clothes, down the streets and hitting every raindrop that fell. There was a steady thumping, and cheering under that. He wondered down the streets, looking for anything that may have drawn him here, darkness or corruption that only he could fix. Only he was trained to correct. His thoughts of purpose silenced abruptly as long fingers caught his glance. There were wrapped around a glowing stick, tapping it slowly to a heavy drum. He tried to look closer but the bright glow coming from them was hard against the glow of the flashes behind. But they looked up and bright blue eyes seemed to smile a flicker of mischievous gleam he'd not seen in years and years of doors.

He had defiantly chosen the wrong key.

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