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Levian
Legacy Name: Levian

The Scribble Experiment #585
Owner: tim

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 1st, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 1st, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 13
   
• Strength: 25
   
• Defense: 21
   
• Speed: 23
   
• Health: 20
   
• HP: 20/20
   
• Intelligence: 5
   
• Books Read: 5
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Kennel Cleaner

"Take this," He says in a gruff voice, his hands motioning towards his table. It was delicately carved in to the story of the Lost Goddess Rebe who disappeared more than two hundred years ago. It showed her protecting the village people before disappearing in to thin air. Never to be seen again. There is still great hope that she would return and take her rightful spot as our Goddess of Hope. These are now false prayers the disbelievers cry in town square. My attention is drawn back as he pulls away the dark cloth that hung short over the table. Underneath a bow that appears to be carved with symbols and indents lays untouched. Next to it arrows are dissembled in an un-orderly fashion. "Chief, these weapons are forbidden, only the Protectors should bare these weapons. You can be banished, you could be -" He looked up, taking his hand away from the table. His deep breaths hung stiffly in the air waiting for the bow to pull back on its own and target them. "I could be killed. I know but I rather be killed by doing something I know that could save the village." His gray eyes that looked like the strong, churning sea now looked like they were ravaged with despair.

I shifted from one hoof to the other, taking in the idea of the Chief, the most trusted man in town carrying a weapon. It's all a lie. It has to be. "Why you? W-why me?" I say in a small voice hoping it sounded stronger than I heard it. His hand took hold of my shoulder and kneeled down to me. "Levi, you are a smart boy, quick, nimble and you have your brother's wits. Now listen to me, I chose you to know this information by these traits then some. Are you listening?" I nod my head and his grip loosens. "Take the bow, go home and wait till I tell you to run." "Run? I don't understand Che-" "Follow my commands or I could charge you for harboring illegal weaponry.” He sternly says wrapping the bow in linen cloth and handing it to me. "And dare I see it out of your satchel you will be killed," He motions to the sachet and I quickly place the bow and arrows inside. His mouth tugs a slight smile and shoos me out of the door. I adjust the satchel and head down the now muddy path towards home.



It has been over a month and the rain has yet to stop. The riverbanks have flooded and ruined crops for the winter. Mother opened the winter ration due to the marketplace being overrun with mud and splintered wood. Centaur child. Looks like minion.Small nubs out of the head. Waist ups are fine. Whiteish Hair, short and scraggy.

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