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Pikes has a minion!

Raindrop the Rainbie

Pikes
Legacy Name: Pikes

The

Chibi Legeica
Owner:

Dimitri

Age: 16 years, 5 months

Born: November 19th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 5 months ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 19th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 3
Strength: 11
Defense: 11
Speed: 11
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 10
Books Read: 10
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Crumble Cadet

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She held the tiny bundle in her arms, hushing it softly as it's cries quieted to muffled coos. A thin blanket covered the baby tightly, although it was very warm. This baby had just been brought into the world, but not without consequence.
"This child was not supposed to be born." An older man grumbled. His face was red with anger. "We must get rid of it! It is a disgrace to our race for it to even exist!"
The woman holding the baby gasped. "Elder! It is not the babes fault she was born, do not hurt her because of something she could not control. At least her parents can hold the blame." She already had an attachment to the child, even though it was not hers.
He grunted, and paced the room. The babies mother was laying in the bed, exhausted, but alive. "I could punish him for venturing so far from our borders, and bringing this wretched woman home. I told him she was human, and not a fae, and she would not understand. But he would not listen!" His fists slammed down on the table. It startled the babe into crying again, but the woman quieted her quickly.
She sighed. "Sometimes you cannot help falling in love. Even if with a human." Her face grew somber, age lines seemed to appear out of nowhere. "But this child is your granddaughter, that must at least, hold some value."
The room was silent for a moment, the man stared at the small bundle with unease. "It does," he sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. "I must teach my son a lesson, the mother can stay, but the child will be sent away. They will never have the chance to have this child."
The woman set the baby into an elaborate basket. It's weaves seemed almost mystical and flowers bloomed from the tiny branches that made it. "I know of someone who will take the child. They believe me to be human, and will not ask questions since they want a child of their own so very much."
"Good. Take her to them." The man watched as she walked away with the basket, his son sitting on the porch, stood as she walked by. He wanted to see the baby, but she kept him at bay. He could feel the distress coming from his son. "You had better hope she does not inherit your powers boy, or we could have a problem. That girl may yet be the death of us all."

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