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Fixer has a minion!

Bess the Blob Puppy

Fixer
Legacy Name: Fixer

The

Steamwork Mahar
Owner: CORE

Age: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: April 23rd, 2013

Adopted: 13 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: April 23rd, 2013

Statistics

Level: 76
Strength: 190
Defense: 190
Speed: 190
Health: 190
HP: 190/190
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

It was windy the morning the tainted white hare came across the lonely gardens on cloudy paws. Gently, gently it bounced across the youngest spring grass, in the light of the late-April sun, up to the red house which lay peacefully nestled on the sloping hill. Like a ghost it caressed the house's shadow, and it perked its ears at the sound tired footsteps amongst a quiet orchestra directed by the grand wooden clock. Soon, a bell would toll, and the hare would softly bound away with a heart in its keeping, leaving behind a silence amongst the tick-tock of golden dials, - one of air undisturbed by a heavy breath, and of a floor on which those feet would tread nevermore.

The day was like an empty dream of tears, confusion and despair. Emotions came went like waves, an uncontrollable tide; continuously shifting, restless. Questions spun through silent minds - was it even real? Each soul wrapped itself in its own down of feathers; a heatless cloak without much consolation. So much had to be done, but there was little will - only a feeling of obligation. The sky hung heavily above the silence, withholding its promise of rain. However, the night came holding another promise; soon a head would rise in reawakened strength.

III

A new dawn brought light through the cracks of the broken ones. Their eyes were no longer breaching floodgates unable to withstand the deluge. Pain faded from the memories as they took on a hue of golden sepia and life. Birds flew high across the clear blue sky in their symphony, - but the white wagtail had its own melody; "It's okay now," beady eyes sparkled.

It's okay.

And in the shadow of its departure, there was a smile. In the echo of its flutter, two siblings laughed. The violent waves turned to ripples, and the ripples into a lullaby, bringing peace once again to the sleepless one. Another sunset danced with the moon, and the moon lay to rest in the wake of the next tomorrow, embraced by the scents of the pink lily and the wood anemone.

Slowly but surely, the tick-tock of the grand wooden clock continues, - once the heart of a house, now the heart of a family. It pulsates with each second, safely guarding the stories of the past within its rigid case. And it winks with each swing of its pendulum, whispering a truth which should not be forgotten;

Tomorrow never dies.

In memory of my grandfather,
Bestefar
08.02.1936 - 23.04.2013