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Eulalie
Legacy Name: Eulalie


The Common Devonti
Owner: Cutie

Age: 11 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 7th, 2012

Adopted: 9 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 20th, 2015

Statistics


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


I am a mechanical Noktoa, created by a man who owns one of the biggest automaton factories in the world, Hans Voralberg. I was one of his first projects, a message carrier, and he used to wind the copper key between my wings and charge me up only when he needed me to carry a letter. I was able to remember thousands of destinations and I always knew how to come back home. I didn’t feel hunger, or fatigue. I was able to fly as long as my spring battery was charged and I didn’t feel the need to rest. Hans named me after his surname – as every other self-centred inventor; I had no feelings, I was treated like an automaton and used only when necessary.

One day I was charged to carry a very important message. Rain was pouring down outside. Hans didn’t like me to go out in such bad weather, since water could ruin my mechanism. This time, though, it was too important, so he instructed me to go to his client and deliver the letter that he bound to my right leg. I went out and flew, trying to stay under the tree branches, as Hans suggested; this way I should be more protected from the rain.

The weather was truly awful and the sky was dark and gloomy. All of a sudden, I was hit by lightning and I was knocked out, falling down to the sodden, muddy ground. I felt exhausted for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and all I saw was a thick darkness. I don’t know how much time I remained there, completely still.

When I woke up it was still raining heavily, but I felt rested - it was such a weird feeling for me! I shook my plumage; my feathers were quite dirty, but I could still fly. My mechanical eyes started looking at what surrounded me in a different way. The bright green of the leaves on bushes and trees was so beautiful, even with the storm going on, that I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. I couldn’t understand what I was experiencing because it was something totally new. The rain was pouring down, and every drop was like a stab, so chilling and biting. I felt cold for the first time in my life. The worst thing was that I couldn’t remember what my destination was. I recalled how to go back to my owner’s factory. But that wasn’t an option. Hans would be so mad at me that he probably would never wind me up any more. Moreover, I knew I did not want to be his slave any more.

I felt so lost that I landed on a fence, trying to avoid the lightning and not to tremble at every clap of thunder. There, I nervously started pecking at my right leg, trying to remove the message I was carrying. I felt so scared and I even didn’t know why… well, I never felt any emotions before that moment. I heard a girl’s voice yelling at me to stop but I was so desperate I kept pecking until I was forced to stop by the girl’s hands. She caressed my head, right between the ears, saying that I was soft and beautiful, and then gently released the rope that kept the message bound to my leg. She let it fall on the ground, without giving it an ounce of her attention, picked me up in her arms and carried me to a nearby house. We were both soaked by rain and she was worried about my mechanism. She carefully cleaned the mud from my feathers and then wrapped me in a towel and placed me near the wood stove. I was actually confused: nobody had ever helped me like that since I was “born”. I felt my eyelids grow heavier and heavier, until I eventually closed my eyes and I fell asleep.

I woke up only when I realized that someone was turning the key between my wings. I opened my eyes and there was the beautiful girl who had helped me some hours before showing me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. Though admittedly, I hadn’t seen many smiling people in my life. She whispered to me in a lovely voice that her name was Kathy and that she would take care of me. My eyes would become wet if they could; I was slowly beginning to understand what being loved by someone meant. I was not instructed about it! She named me Hans – oh, how ironic! – and treated me like if I was a real pet, even though she knew perfectly that I didn’t need any meals or water to survive.

Kathy has never left me uncharged since that day, unless I needed some rest, and, now even though she is a married woman, she still keeps me on her shoulder when she goes outside and kisses me on my head before turning off the light at night.

The unemotional message carrier died on that stormy, gloomy day and a form of life started living in that automated body instead. I could have never asked for better company than her.

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