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Paddy the Fauxull




Ravnen
Legacy Name: Ravnen


The Nightmare Lain
Owner: PinkPanther

Age: 12 years, 1 week, 6 days

Born: March 14th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 1 week, 6 days ago

Adopted: March 14th, 2012


Pet Spotlight Winner
August 2nd, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 55
     
  • Strength: 135
     
  • Defense: 138
     
  • Speed: 136
     
  • Health: 136
     
  • HP: 136/136
     
  • Intelligence: 65
     
  • Books Read: 65
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Battle Master



Long before words were written, there were legends told of the dark black bird. Birds black as pitch, with evil eyes—birds that linger around death, waiting to find a meal of their own. Many of these legends tell of its evilness, that it lives in graveyards to feast off the corpses, or aids witches in the darkest of magic. But the legends are wrong.

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Winter lingered in the land. Far too few recalled the greenness of the plants and trees. Each year winter seemed to stretch its icy breath across the earth for longer and longer, going back almost eleven years. Indeed, it was believed that there was a single cause for this: Sornja.

Eleven years ago a wise-woman arrived with her husband and settled on the edge of the forest. She would help with the sick and wounded animals and villagers. Shortly after their arrival, the wind blew in and brought with it a sudden storm which killed the trees and plants earlier then the villagers had foreseen. Shrouded in this icy death, came a birth. The wise-woman named her Sornja after the goddess of light.

Sornja’s beauty outshined the other children of the village. Jealousy allowed for rumours to spread like smoke. It poisoned the minds of the villagers and make them believe that Sornja was created from the darkest of magic and would be the death of the village. Indeed, the entire kingdom began to hear of the daemon child who would bewitch anyone in her path. A secret counsel was called to discuss what to do about the child.

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Sornja was playing in her garden on a winter day. Her pale skin would have hidden her amongst the snow, save for her jet-black hair and the small flush of pink in her cheeks against the cold. Her father had gone hunting with her brother. Their food stores were dwindling through the prolonged winter and they had hoped to find an animal in which to help feed them. Her mother was inside the house mending clothes. A bird as bright as blood swooped onto the tree beside the garden. Sornja loved animals and despite being admonished to remain within the confines of garden wall, she could not resist. Fastening her cloak about her neck, she unlocked the garden’s gate and approached the bird. It took flight as soon as she neared, but it beckoned her to follow.

Deep into the forest Sornja strayed. The trees grew so thick that it was as dark as if night. A howl of a wolf rent shivers down her spine. She drew her cloak tighter about herself, very much aware of the fact that she did not have the slightest idea where she was nor did she know how to get back to her house. Her tears rolled down her cheeks nearly freezing on contact with the air. Then a light shone in the distance, brighter then the sun at midday. Sornja hastened toward the light, afraid it would be spent before she could get to it. The source of the light seemed inexplicable as Sornja walked into a perfect circular field where none of the thick trees had dared to grow. The field was nearly empty save for a small cottage at the edge.

Sornja approached the cottage with cautious optimism. She stopped short as she saw a lady standing in the door. “Lady” was a kind word for the ugly old crone she saw. Her nose was bent, her thick hair was dishevelled and her face was badly wrinkled and weathered—making the skin appear more like old leather that had gotten wet and dried too fast. The woman smiled to show her green-yellow teeth—the ones that were left any way. “I see you followed my bird, Sornja,” the hag said.

“How do you know of my name?”

“Because, my child, I sent the bird to fetch you. Well really it isn’t a bird, it is my faithful cat, Kryvic. He’s particularly good at imprinting people with images they want to see.”

Sornja took a step backward, but the door to the cabin shut quickly and the lock slammed into place. She whirled around but no one was there. “W-why did you want me?” she croaked, turning back to the woman.

“My dear, it is quite simple. The townsfolk believe you are the cause of this winter and wish you to be taken care of. What they do not know is that I am the cause of this winter and you have been stopping me from covering the entire lands in an icy death. Your mother shielded me from you and placed wards around your home. I could not get anywhere near you without the townsfolk’s help. Once I knew where you lived, I simply sent Kryvic out to fetch you.”

Thousands of thoughts rushed through Sornja’s mind, but she said, “How have I stopped you from blanketing us in more winter? Everyone knows the winters are getting worse each passing year.”

“Ever wonder why you are named after the goddess of light, my dear? Because you are named after yourself. I have been waiting a long time for your return to the world. Your mother, my stupid daughter, has dreamt of the goddess since she herself was young. I knew it was only a matter of time before you returned to the earth, but I’ve got a secret, my dear Sornja. I have been poisoning you since you were born. I’ve sent food into the village and ensured you would get it. Yes, I’ve been able to keep you weak enough to not oppose me as much as you could. But I am growing impatient and your powers are due to return.” The witch rummaged in a bag and pulled out some black powder. She said some strangely dark sounding words and threw the powder at Sornja.

Sornja felt her arms shifting, her back arching and face contorting all at the same painful moment. She screamed but it came out as a “caw.” Her black hair was quickly changing into feathers and before long, she was a raven. The witch came after Sornja with a butcher’s knife, but she took flight before the crone could swing. Above the trees she saw the witch motioning and shouting something. Suddenly, she was flying on a broom after Sornja.

The pair chased each other toward the town. As the witch flew passed houses and trees ignited in flames. She shot off all the spells she could muster at the newly made raven. And so distracted was the witch that she had forgotten about her daughter, who was attuned with Sornja in ways the witch could not have fathomed. Sornja’s mother shot her own spells at her mother. The crone’s broom spiralled out of control and crashed. The witch was dead.

There was nothing left of the town nor the townsfolk—save for Sornja’s family. Her father buried the witch and the townsfolk in the cemetery. The fire was magical and thus nothing of living would be sustained, so her family was forced to leave Sornja in search of a new town. As a parting gift, Sornja’s mother, who could not reverse the spell, created several ravens for which to keep her company. These ravens watch over the cemetery waiting, ever vigilant, for any signs of the witch’s return. They keep evil at bay as they vigilantly guard mankind. All of these lovely birds look alike and with the passing of time no one knows which one could be Sornja.

Story by Raven

Lookup by thedesigner with augmentations by Paddy no sticky paws, claws, hoofs, scales or talons.

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