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Granette
Legacy Name: Granette


The Graveyard Magnus
Owner: Bealocwealm

Age: 14 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: February 1st, 2012

Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 1st, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 29
     
  • Strength: 73
     
  • Defense: 72
     
  • Speed: 70
     
  • Health: 70
     
  • HP: 70/70
     
  • Intelligence: 132
     
  • Books Read: 131
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


The age of the cathedrals had long passed; only shards of the old stained glass remained, ground into the dirt.
Parts of the roof were missing, and there had been no chanting or prayers inside the stone church for over a hundred years.

Chipped, worn, weathered pale, the gargoyle blinked out at the horizon. Blinked. Granette had been cheated.
All gargoyles are sculpted with a twin; their protection is good luck, but this luck is destroyed without a twin.
For no one wants to be alone.
Granette had no twin or mate -- there were other works of stone on the building who did
But then, they did not live, either.

She could only wait for her own friend.
When it rained Granette found she could move, pace, scale the stone walls as if they were floor, but always she would be compelled to return to her post over the rotted door of her little cathedral.
She picked up all the information she could, read books she found inside the cathedral.
When she learned the use of her wings from a text describing angels, she found discarded writings in the night and read every word.
The characters she read of, no matter how two-dimensional or poorly designed, became her friends and her world.

Granette still waits for the friend she was robbed of, one to perch with her and overlook the horizon.
She can be patient, for she knows the reason for the cheat.

In 1403, her eyes opened to the light, felt the chisel upon them without pain.
The man who sculpted her came to adore her so much that he lent her life for every instant his hands worked on her.
How could he bear, so proud of his creation, to make another, a mere falsehood, a copy?
Would that be the gift for his little Granette?
No; he would give her everything.

It was a blood sacrifice; when his form crumpled a hundred feet below her, she could see without his touch, hear things other than her sculptor's voice, not borrowing life but gifted it for ever.
The Sculptor had whispered moments before:
"I will come back, my friend. Wait for me."

Pet Treasure


Cats Eye

Pumice

True Love

Pet Friends