Information

Enkindle
Legacy Name: Enkindle

The

Reborn Kumos
Owner:

Fijiguide

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: December 19th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: December 19th, 2009

Statistics

Level: 9
Strength: 22
Defense: 20
Speed: 19
Health: 18
HP: 0/18
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Refreshment Concierge

I am the light.

It was a game of lyricism and lies, spirit smoke and rattling bones. None dared to breathe. The staff, carved ramrod-straight and bound to bleached bone and chipped flint, struck iron in fiery paths leaving sparks in its wake. Skulls of birds, poor victims, adorned her neck. The glory of a stag became her pale crown, the fingers of innocents shaped her breasts. Her cloth swirled red on red on red, flowing freely as blood. The golden thread sewn carefully into the fabric shimmered in the ornate pattern of fire. Entrancing, ensnaring, enrapturing every eye that dared to gaze directly at the heart of the sun, the savior of the darkness. She was the witch, the priestess, the medicine woman. She was the light.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

She knows she is spreading false truths but she keeps going because everyone believes in her, lays their lives down for her, looks up at her with awestruck eyes filled with fear and wonder. She perpetuates their ignorance, and some days she can almost believe the lies herself. Naturally, faith requires faith, but hers was diluted with near-perfect acting and the realization of an unfortunate truth.

Sheep for the slaughter.

Sacrificial lambs, all lined up ready to die. Count one, two—twenty, sixty, infinite. Their hearts are cut out, fresh and beating, dripping life and deliciously chewy. Their open chests are laid bare to the world, to the filth, the grime, the flies that would be born and die in the cadaver carefully placed belly-up against the trees.

And her hands always stay clean.

But sometimes, it gets to be just a little bit too much. And she stares at her scrubbed off-white bones, bowed down to the world that she so constantly deceives.

TO DO: get some better images for the sides, finish tc (what am I going to put in there anyway?) Maybe add to the text