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Overcast
Legacy Name: Overcast


The Nightmare Irion
Owner: Tempest_921

Age: 12 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 4th, 2011

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months ago

Adopted: January 26th, 2014


Pet Spotlight Winner
April 2nd, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 36
     
  • Strength: 63
     
  • Defense: 55
     
  • Speed: 56
     
  • Health: 58
     
  • HP: 55/58
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Cleaning Crew


The rain came on the first of April, 1897.

Ring around the rosy

It spilled over gutters, dripped over rooftops, flooded the meadows, and killed Farmer Rutherford's herd of prize sheep. What should have been a reviving shower, a wakeup call to the lush vegetation hidden under several feet of snow, was really Mother Nature's secret weapon.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, the sleepy village of Lower Cob had somehow offended the god of rain. Or maybe many centuries ago, a witch put a terrible curse on the isolated village. Whatever the reason, on the first of April once every five years the rain changed. It looked like normal rain, smelled like normal rain, and even tasted like normal rain. But it altered any human it touched. The next morning, shouts of surprise were often heard; hair had changed colour, or a right-handed child had suddenly become left-handed. Some went crazy. Others went missing, presumed dead. And for the unfortunate few, the rain killed them. For some the rain was acid, burning into flesh, ensuring a slow and painful death.

Isolated from the nearest village by twenty miles of rocky terrain there was nowhere to run, and no other village to depend on for help.

A pocket full of posies

So when the rain fell on the first of April at the stroke of noon, everyone scrambled for the caves. Shielding themselves with anything they could grab, from books to oversized umbrellas, pots and pans to leather jackets, the villagers ran for their lives. Don't falter, don't trip, don't let the rain touch you. It was a mantra repeated silently, becoming the rhythm of their frantic steps. No one knew how the rain would affect them, whether good or bad. Within minutes the few unlucky ones became victims to the rain. Writhing on the ground in pain and clawing at their eyes, they wailed and cursed at the darkening sky as acid tore through muscle.

When Claire felt the first drops of rain splash against her face, she screamed out in fear, waiting for the sharp pain to hit her. And when it came, it came in rolling waves of agony, washing over her from head to toe. She fell to her knees, eyes blinded by a misty film of white. Even in her state, Claire could hear her mother shrieking for her, begging her to get up and keep running. She felt her fingers become useless, letting the red umbrella slip away from her grasp. Her vision grew darker, like the fading of light as the moon chases the sun away.

Ashes, ashes

Claire was the youngest of ten to be caught by the rain on April 1st, 1897.

And we all fall down

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