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Antaios has a minion!

Minion the Wrenchett




Antaios
Legacy Name: Antaios


The Steamwork Archan
Owner: KiaraInLove

Age: 11 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 2nd, 2013

Adopted: 9 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: September 6th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 5
     
  • Strength: 11
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 11
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk


He could see the park from the murky depths of the pond. Sunlight filtered in through the water. Above that, children played on the banks of the pond with toy boats and fishing poles that he and all the other fish knew to avoid. Above the children were the trees, and in the trees were the birds.

He loved the birds. They weren't too different from him, he mused. They had sleek bodies that shimmered in the sun and flared tails in all sorts of bright colors. They cut through the air as gracefully as he drifted through the water, although they could move faster. But it seemed that they could go everywhere, from the ground to the clouds. The children were confined to the earth, but even that was infinitely large— he knew because he watched them leave the park and go somewhere else every night. He was the lowest of the low, trapped in this tiny space beneath the children and beneath the birds.

Sometimes, if he swam up at the surface of the water, he could feel the warmth of the sun on his back. If he jumped out of the water, the children laughed and pointed and he could feel the breeze on his scales. That was what he loved the most. He longed to soar through the air, flying like the birds did, dipping through clouds and nesting in trees when he grew tired. The fact that he couldn't do so wore at him, a constant ache in his heart.

One night, he swam along the surface of the water, pretending that the watery reflection of the stars was the night sky and he was sailing through it. As he looked up into the stars, it seemed to him that one was moving, getting bigger and bigger. He had just enough time to dive down to the bottom of the pond before there was a resounding THUD and he shot to the surface to look. It was a miracle. There, making a dent in the grass right next to his pond, was the fallen star. Never before had the ache in his heart seemed more acute. Here was a piece of the sky he craved, and it seemed to be divine, still glittering with starlight. Something urged him to make a wish, and although he couldn't speak, he firmly visualized himself soaring through the sky alongside the birds.

The next day, the children of the park found a beautifully crafted kite shaped like a fish lying in the dewy grass. They whooped with delight, and the fastest of them scooped up their treasure. It was a remarkably windy day, and the golden paint on the fish caught the light and blazed brightly as they flew it high in the air. One child, a thoughtful little girl, noticed that the huge fat goldfish that had been in the pond was no longer there. Turning her eyes to the sky, she smiled, thinking of how funny it was to see a flying fish.

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