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Atobe has a minion!

Maybili the Eaglet




Atobe
Legacy Name: Atobe


The Reborn Montre
Owner: Evanesce

Age: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: February 20th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 20th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 33
     
  • Strength: 80
     
  • Defense: 73
     
  • Speed: 73
     
  • Health: 77
     
  • HP: 77/77
     
  • Intelligence: 2
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk


In the void, there was peace. Time had never existed there and so the entire -everything- was untainted by form. Then form happened. It was as though a great flaming hand descended on him, closing tightly and confining his essence. Wait, had there been peace?

The earth had never seemed so soft before, thought Atobe. Why was there such comfort when he had been so afraid? Afraid-

Revam! He lurched upwards, spreading his wings to catch himself. Fire flashed in front of his eyes and the Montre tried to jump away in terror. The fire followed, clinging to his paws and flashing brighter the more he stomped to put it out. It seemed the very earth was made of softest cotton, but the flame did not affect it, nor was it affected by it. "STOP!" Cried a powerful voice, and Atobe froze. Though it writhed around his paws, the flames did not singe him. Confusion filled his mind again and he looked around.

The speaker was standing near him with an impatient look on her beaked face. Her enormous wings stretched above her flame-touched form, and her clawed hind feet bore vibrant lava-filled scars. "I have no time for a newborn's fears. Your soulfire cannot harm you." She said. "Your common forme is passed."

A dead weight settled in Atobe's chest, but not just any weight. It was his death, and the likely deaths of his companions. "My friends?" He asked, sure that the Irion did not lie. It was easy to remember the arrow lancing out of the woods and its bite. Had there been peace? It seemed so, but the Montre could not grasp the feeling. She shook her head, stern eyes focused on him. "It is not known what occurs outside of Fierhaven." Heavy wings shifted uncomfortably. "I have been sent to bring you to the Council, newborn. You must follow me now. The hour grows ever-shorter and the shadows of the outside world grow long across the landscape."

"She could be out there." He stated it, did not ask. "I'm dead. Why would some Council need me?" A flash of anger came through him. "You have pulled me from the place of peace!" In her eyes Atobe could see discomfort, but the Irion's stance was angry. "Fate does not account for our own personal needs, newborn. You were chosen before firstbirth for rebirth, and none have a say in who shall be Reborn!"

"Why should I serve against your shadows? I was a rouge and a cursed man for much of my life. And who are you to call me newborn and to beckon me to follow?" He waved a flaming paw at her.

"My name is Maybella of Eight Centuries and I am the Prime Herald of Fierhaven. These shadows are cast across your dead body, and across the faces of those you died fighting for. See your wound?" The Herald marched towards him and poked his chest with her paw. A bright lavascar was splashed across its furry width. "Were you not trying to save someone?"

He did not speak, though the answer was obvious. "Only a noble heart makes the sacrifice to become Reborn. You are the Bearer we have been waiting for."

Pet Treasure


Dark Feather

Strange Gold Wave Wing Relic

Gold Sun Relic

Magma Defense Tear Crystal

Magma Defense Tear Crystal

Physical Defense Tear Crystal

Physical Tear Crystal

Flaming Columbine

Chargin Wheezler Plushie

Pet Friends


Revam

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Dupre