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Len has a minion!

Brinley the Ears

Len

The

Steamwork Lain
Owner:

Age: 5 years, 3 weeks, 1 day

Born: April 30th, 2008

Adopted: 1 year, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 3rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Once upon a time there was a kingdom. This kingdom was home to many people, though was ruled by a bird species called Tharerian's. The royal family was a very kind and regal one whom the kingdom respected greatly.
One day though, a seer came to the castle and told the king of his kingdom's future, one that would come in the near future. The seer told the king about the destruction of his kingdom, the pain and anguish that his people would go through. The king, fearing that he might end up as the reason for this, decided that he would leave his kingdom behind and never return, praying for his kingdom's life.
The king however, left behind his wife, the queen, and his child, the prince. The queen though, was struck with despair when the king fled his own kingdom, which caused her to become very attached to the child she was left with. He was but a boy at the time, around the age of seven, though she knew that when he grew up and became the king in place of his father, that he might leave her like he did. A few weeks after he left though, the queen's fear gripped her heart harder than ever. She would clip the wings of her child to prevent him from leaving her.
She took her son to the side one day, and sat him next to the fireplace, where a rod of iron stuck out. She asked the boy to close his eyes after removing his shirt, she has bought him a new shirt that she had wanted him to try on. The prince being young and obedient did so, and closed his eyes.
The queen then took the iron rod from the fireplace, revealing the end of it. It was a brand they had used on their livestock years ago, though when the neighboring kingdoms settled down, they put them away. Now, she brought it back. She was going to brand the prince, so he couldn't leave. He would eternally be tied to his kingdom, never to leave her. He would not be able to escape the fate that the king had unknowingly tied him to.
She placed the brand to the child's back, the prince screaming in pain almost instantly. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he instinctively pulled away, the pain unbearable for the child. On his back now was a melted pattern; a spread of feathered bird wings that marked the property of the Tharerian kingdom. He would forever be known as the property of the kingdom. He would not rule it, it would rule him.

Since the story began, it has been sixteen years, the young prince now a man of twenty-three. He had grown to become a kind-hearted and loyal man to his throne, having become the king at the age of eighteen. After that day though, his mother never let him go, and he never defied her either. He was nothing attached to his mother though, the pain from searing skin a feeling he could never forget. The feeling of becoming the kingdoms was something that no man should ever feel, especially that of a bird. The scar now branded to his back had caused something horrible to happen.
His mother had clipped his wings. Although they were still attached to his back, the scar running along the base of them caused them to no longer function properly. They couldn't hold his weight in the air, and the PATTERN[find a better word for that] that they fluttered to hold him in the air was so sporadic from damaged nerves that he couldn't even fly if he tried. Unwillingly, he was now a bird tied to the ground, but also, forever chained to his throne.