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Zaccary
Legacy Name: Zaccary

The Reborn Celinox
Owner: Raining_368

Age: 14 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: February 9th, 2012

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 7th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 2
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

The Archaeologist

Reserved, laid back, fire prone and on the slightly self centered side. Zaccary is an Archaeologist who is very absorbed in his work. He could share books worth of information on the things he has learned and discovered in his time, provided he was feeling social enough. Zac would much rather spend his time digging up old ruins than be stuck in the middle of the loud, rushed, modern world. The fact that things just tend to set on fire around him doesn't help all that much, his insurance company probably hates him too.

Zac has been on many interesting expeditions, got his fair share of stories to share with future generations, met some nasties, the whole adventurous thing, but the most... interesting that ever happened to him had to be the Saheric girl. By far.

It was just another day at the excavation site, most of the exitement had died down since it's descovery making it a lot quiter now. Zac was going about his business, or more like taking a short break, leaning against a sandy wall, flicking through his notes, when a small crystal statue sitting by the opposite wall of the room caught his eye. He looked at it for a few seconds before finally giving into his curiosity and getting up to take a closer look.

The statue was a light shade of purple and shaped like a winged Keeto, there were stripes and swirls carved into it and golden ornate rings hung around its neck, tail and paws. The Keeto was well made and preserved, worth taking back with him, but just as he reached out to pick it up a loud, scream echoed through the chambers "THIEF!" And before he knew it, he was tackled across the room by what felt like a human cannon ball.

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Sitting up, slightly dazed ater hitting his head of the ground. Infront of him a little girl, no older than 10, in tattered clothing crouched defensivley, she seemed to blur slighly when wasn't looking directly at her, must have hit his head harder than he thought."Thief..."she muttered, tightly cradling the crystal Keeto statue, blue eyes glaring with anger and cautioun. But she wasn't the only one who was angry,"Listen little girl, I'm noth a thief, and you shouldn't be here by yourself-"
"I wasn't by myself!"She hissed, "there were lots of people here... just a few hours ago..." Her voice faltered and she looked around anxiously, realizing it she turned back to him "why are you wearing those weird clothes?!"

"I'm not wearing wierd clothes, you're the one-" then it hit him, the clothes she was wearing, tattered as they were, they were traditional Saheric clothes, where did she get them? Where was she from? And there were lots of people here? there hasn't been lots of people here in ages! Wait... could it be, olive skin, pointed ears, she did resemble... and the blurriness, it made sense..."Where is everyone"She asked again. "They've been gone for a very long time now" Zaccary responded, probably a little too quickly, "These are the ruins of Saherimos"

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"N-no" she stuttered, "I've only been asleep for one night! They can't! H-have they? Did I?"
"Probably..."
The girl stood up and scanned the area with her eyes, bitting the tip of her index finger, like she was trying to make sense of the situation. For a while she stood there still and silent, Zac began to wonder if she would ever move again. And then she ran. Just like that. Not a word, no change of expression, she took of without any notice."Wait! Some of the booby traps are still active!" He called, though it occured to him that she was really already dead, not much worse that can happen. For whatever unknown reason, whatever force or subconscious brain waves, Zac found himself running after the small, and surprisingly swift, girl. Oh well, at least he had a good torch.

Zac was surprised at how accuratley the girl seemed to know the layout of the ruins. Yes she did say she had only been asleep for one night so she would remember, but she didn't run into a single buried chamber or end up changing routes because the way she planned to go was blocked. She even seemed to navigate around these obstacles. Whats more, she was able to avoid booby traps complete any given puzzle she was confronted with such ease, like they were forms and all she had to do was sign her name at the bottom. Catching a glimps of her face, Zac noticed that she was just as surprised by this, if not more, than he was. Unfortunatley the avoiding booby traps part was slighly more difficult as he had no idea what could set them off and had to copy the Saheric girl's exact steps. On more than one occasion, he did step slightly out of line and end up narrowly avoiding becoming swiss cheese as a reward.

At last the girl finally came to a stop, at a very big arch which, just to make things better, was blocked by a mess of colapsed pillars and sand. "What. is this. place?" He panted, struggling to catch his breath. The air was stale and thin, not really helping his problem. "Graves." She murrmered, looking at the sand, apparently despite being blocked, this was the only, or easiest, way in. After a moment of silence, the girl launched herself at the sand pile, clawing her way up. "Wait! Don't go up there!" Panted Zac, as selfish as the thought was, without the girl it would be impossible for him to make it back. Unless of course the girl was also a trap, luring people this far only for them to end up traped who knows how far down in and underground maze of a ruin. Not the most pleasant thought, it also somehow made him feel betrayed. Top that with how stupid he felt for comming all this way in the first place, what posessed him to follow her?!

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As the girl squeezed her way through the gap between the top of the arch and the sand and pillar barricade, Zac sat himself down on a broken pillar, trying to ignore the seriousness of the situation he was in. The movements of the sand as the girl dug her way through began to slow and eventually stop, either she made it through or, well, she didn't. Minutes, that felt like hours, passed and Zac decided it was about time he thought of a way out, before keeping calm was no longer humanley possible. He could try back tracking as most of the puzzles were cleared, but that would leave booby traps and knowing the way back still a problem. As he mulled over the possibilites, the sand behind him stirred.

He turned, pointing his torch at the pile of sand. Surley enough the girl had squeezed her way back and was now sliding down the sand hill, letting the flow carry her to the bottom. "So, you're back then." He said, trying to sound only slightly desperate to go back. The girl said nothing, she didn't move, not even blink. "Err... are you-"
"I'm dead! So are they!"
"I remember suggesting that."
"But that can't happen! How! What am I supposed to do now?!" Her voice was bordering sobbing, she looked away, trying to hide her face, Zac almost felt sorry for her. Almost. The sympathy didln't have time to set in before she snapped at him again."This is YOUR fault!"
"Wha- me? How is this my fault?!"
"I was sleeping just fine until you came along! Now I'm awake and all alone!" She hissed from behind tearing eyes "you did this, now you have to fix it."

Zaccary wasn't fond of the idea of having the blame completley thrown at him but, she kinda had a point. From her perspective, she was asleep in a bustling city where she had family and friends, and somehow he woke her up in a world where she had none of that. Zac wasn't entirley sure how he was responsible for waking her though, but it was pointless to argue."So, how exactly do you expect me to fix this? Build you a time machine?"
"N-no..."
"Then what?"
She wasn't sure how to respond and sat quietly thinking about the conversation. She still looked like she could burst into tears at any second so Zac tried to change the subject. "My name is Zaccary, or Zac. Whichever one. So. Your name?"
"I don't know."
"But you just went to check."
"...I don't know."
"Uh, well, how about we go back, and then we can think this over. Even come up with a name for you."The girl looked at him for a moment, then nodded. He breathes a silent sigh of relief that he would come out of this alive after all.

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Finally back to where he started, the sandy wall he was leaning on. A gentle breeze blew softly through the cavernous chambers and the colours of the sunset sky lit up the room with a warm orange light. Buth the little ghost girl didn't have time for enjoying sunsets. "So whats my name then?"
"Er... what?"
"A name! You said we'd come up with one"

Thats right, he did say something like that didn't he. A name... He scanned the sandy chamber for some sort of inspiration. His eyes stopped at the Keeto crystal, he didn't realize she was holding it. The Keeto had a odd feel to it, somewhere between Christmas and Morostide, Christmastide? Lumitide? "How does Lumitide sound?"
"...Too... long?"
"Ok... what about... Lumi?"
She thought about it for a second, then nodded "Lumi is nice." Said the girl, now Lumi. "But you still haven't fixed my other porblem yet!"
"Well, you haven't told me how"
"You should-" Lumi paused. "You should... you have to look after me!"
Look after her? She didn't need looking after, and he didn't need to look after someone either. "Sorry, but I think its better if we try something else."
"But you started this, and you said you would help..." She whinned, "you even gave me a name!"
So thats what the name thing was about, it made him feel a little scammed. He would argue, tell her that he just couldn't take her in, but he could. And, there wasn't much reason for him to say no, he really felt sorry for her too.

And so, Zaccary the introverted, workaholic, fire prone archaeologist became Zaccaray the introverted, workaholic, fire prone archaeologist with a Saheric ghost girl living in his house. And they all lived happily ever after? Well, they all got along ok since then.

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