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Accursed has a minion!

I am the Fire Carrier

Accursed
Legacy Name: Accursed

The

Nostalgic Wyllop
Owner:

Pluma

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 30th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: December 30th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 11
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 25
Books Read: 25
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

There once was a time when I was unconscious of this world and the things in it. I, like many others, was just one of those things, plain and waiting to be picked up and carried around by hands that I could not feel. But now I think. I move. I can see and hear. And yes, I can feel.

She gave me life and thus I hold a part of her in me. I may not look like her or sound like her or even act like her, but I can feel her inside. Her love. She gave me her love and I became me. It was a marvelous thing, to come to life with love. She told me I was special, that I had beautiful special eyes and she would protect me always. I knew nothing but that for as long as I had been alive.

Sir Selva was a good friend. He took us outside when she would not. He taught us not to be afraid of the world. He showed us that there are other creatures out there, living and breathing and growing. But most important of all, he told us the truth without restraint.

"You were born of magic and intent," he said to me, to us.

"And love?" His look was peculiar but I thought nothing of it at the time. I didn't know, then, how to read demeanor, being that mine hardly ever changed.

"Of course. Love. Lady Anuella has always had love for you in mind."

It wasn't long after that some of us said goodbye to our home in the mountains forever. My friends and I had many adventures in the world with Sir Selva. One by one they left our company to join that of others. Many of them went to be with children and it seemed to make them happy. Eventually my turn came. Selva left me in a remote village with a girl named Magnolia. Her father was a charcoal-maker and could hardly be there to look after her, so it became my duty to put a smile on Magnolia's saddened face. For a while I would like to think I succeeded.

The day was quiet that Magnolia's father went hunting. Birds had stopped singing, the wind had stopped blowing, and all life seemed to come to a standstill. Magnolia had taken me into the backyard to make grass whistles to serenade the bugs and the trees with. To wake up nature, she had said. I wondered if it would work. Her imagination was vast and, although due in part to her extreme loneliness, it brought me something I had never truly felt before: joy.

When she tired and wanted a drink of water, Magnolia and I went back inside. I waited for her on the table and as she turned back around to speak to me, it was the last thing that I saw.

I regained consciousness in the arms of Sir Selva, flying me to somewhere far away. We journeyed into the forest and arrived at a hidden meadow, where small pink creatures roamed about. They were so odd, with birds' nests on their heads and tiny farmers' forks clutched proudly in their hands. I marveled at them for a time.

"Lilipeas," Selva said. "You will be staying with them now." I couldn't discern the tone of his wispy voice. He seemed sad yet relieved to have found me. But I did not question him and we bid one another farewell once again.

The Lilipeas were kind to me. For such simple appearances, their community was smartly maintained and fairly complex. It took many days for me to learn how best to speak with them but over that time I was able to gather bits and pieces of history. Their existence began much like mine -- mundane and lifeless. Their creator, now long passed, had shaped them from mere sticks and mud and imbued them with Mana and life essence. It would seem that they were made to be guardians of the forest and protectors of nature. I asked them if they knew love. They said they loved each other and the forest and the Mana Goddess.

One day a stranger wandered into our woods. He approached me while I was alone, out picking flowers for decoration. Although I did not know him, my curiosity has always gotten the better of me. He persuaded me to leave the forest and see the world beyond, talked of places I had only dreamed of visiting. He said he would take me back to my creator when it was all over, that she missed me very much. I often thought of her and found myself missing her as well.

So I left without a word, following the mage to places unknown. I wouldn't realize until later that he wasn't going to help me. That I was just a tool to be used to start a war and literally set fires all over the world.

"What is your name?" the mage had asked. I didn't have one, so I told him the first thing that came to memory. The last truly pleasant thing I could recall.

"Magnolia."

story by: me; canon references from lom.info; legend of mana belongs to square enix, inc.