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shylarah
Legacy Name: shylarah


The Glade Torrey
Owner: shylarah

Age: 7 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: May 9th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 9th, 2016

Statistics


  • Level: 198
     
  • Strength: 495
     
  • Defense: 496
     
  • Speed: 247
     
  • Health: 495
     
  • HP: 495/495
     
  • Intelligence: 362
     
  • Books Read: 362
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Volunteer Tree Planter


A stranger in a strange land, Shylarah has learned enough not to be completely lost, but she's still a bit out of place most of the time. Her heavy accent and poor grammar mark her as not native to Subeta, though she's much more understandable than she was on first arrival. She can be found at the Atebus Revolution Masquerade every year, an event she greatly anticipates.

Onsen

Liana, first and closest friend. Is no going home, but you reason to stay here.

Prince Devin VII

Is prince, but is not very good prince, not if someday be king.
The young rhyllae peeked out the window of the town hall with apprehension. Wraiths, this far from the rift? How had they gotten past the adults?! Shylarah quickly ducked out of sight, and looked at the other children that clustered in the room. They were all scared and shaking, jewel-tone eyes in every hue looking back at her. She was the oldest in the room, and as a guardian-in-training, she felt responsible for the others' safety. ~Stay quiet,~ she told the others telepathically. ~If we're quiet, they won't find us!~ She didn't add the "I hope" that echoed loudly in her own mind. There was no cause to give the other children more reason to be afraid.

Wraiths were dangerous; everyone knew that. They had an attack that if it hit, it was instant death, leaving no body behind. That was why her village guarded the rift, making sure the wraiths never made it far from their point of origin. To be a guardian was as much an honor as it was a duty, but even the adults that weren't guardians knew how to fight wraiths, in case of a bad incursion.

And this was apparently the worst incursion they'd ever seen. Never before had wraiths made it past the defensive line, and Shylarah feared what might have happened to the adults. She ventured another peek out the window, and immediately ducked back down. The wraiths were coming towards them! Much closer, and they'd be able to sense the children that hid from them. She had to do something, but what?!

Her thoughts spun. What could she do? An idea occurred to her, one she didn't want to do, but what other choice did she have? She was a guardian-in-training, and the safety of the others was her responsibility. She glanced at the others again, and braced herself. ~Everyone, listen up. I want you to stay quiet, and stay hidden. I...I'm going to go distract the wraiths.~ The others stared at her, but no one dared object.

Rising to her feet in a smooth motion, Shylarah made her way quietly to the town hall entrance and slipped outside. The wraiths were closing in. She no longer had time to think.

"Hey ugly!" the young rhyllae cried, sending a burst of force at the nearest wraith. "Can't catch me!" And with that she took off at a dead run, the wraiths in hot pursuit. She dashed through the trees, wings aiding her leaps over fallen logs, heedless of branches and brambles grabbing at her hair and clothes. Adrenaline kept her from feeling the worst of the pain, and she'd have time to worry about the scratches later. Nor did she look over her shoulder to see if the wraiths were gaining. The creatures were fast. She didn't have to look to know that.

A surge of magic told her one of the wraiths was preparing its death-dealing attack. Shylarah dodged around a tree, and then another, but the consistent hum of magic against her senses told her it was waiting for just the right moment to fling it at her.

And she was right. A careless moment was all it took, and the attack hit, magic swirling around her, darkness enveloping her.

At least the others are safe...

------

She woke with something gritty and hard against her cheek, and noise blaring in her ears. Shylarah slowly got to her feet, checking herself over. She sported numerous small scratches from her mad dash through the forest, but other than that, she was fine. How am I alive? Did the wraith miss?

She looked around, but her surroundings were strange. Instead of trees, she was surrounded by buildings. Strange structures reached skyward in the distance. And nearby strange animals roamed what seemed to be tar-covered streets in neat lines. As she watched, a yellow beast ate a round-ear! She could see a second round-ear in the thing's stomach, too.

With a cry Shylarah drew her sword, leaping towards the yellow beast and striking at it! But her blade glanced off its hide as if it had metal skin. Undeterred, she continued her attack, ignoring its deafening cries of anger and seeking a weak point. She stabbed at one of its several eyes, which shattered when her sword hit. People were watching, pointing. But none of them wanted to help. Maybe they were too scared to do anything?

The battle wore on, the yellow beast staying mostly still, with Shylarah doing her best to incapacitate it to minimal effect. A rising noise, accompanied by blue and red lights, and round-ear in dark blue clothing shouted something she couldn't understand.

"Help me save them!" Shylarah shot back, still trying to attack the yellow beast.

Then the round-ear pointed a hand at her, and something hit her, sending waves of pain through her body. She fell to the ground, unable to move. Why?! she tried to ask, but she couldn't manage the word. The round-ear was approaching with...manacles? Had she done something wrong? She was only trying to save the round-ears; why didn't he understand that?

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Shylarah paced the length of the little cell she'd been stuck in, confused and hurting. The sound of footsteps made her look towards the entrance to the prison with some trepidation. A round-ear in blue and a round-ear in a white coat came into view. They spoke to her, but she couldn't understand. Unless...

Reaching out with her mind, she tried to sense the meaning behind the words they were speaking at her. Get back...help? Not wanting to antagonize the one in blue, she stepped back towards the wall of her cell, away from the barred door. That was apparently the right thing to do, because the one in blue unlocked the door and let the one in white enter.

The one in white touched his face, and she mirrored the gesture, only to wince as she brushed her fingers against a cut. Help you. Was the one in white a healer? She nodded, sitting down on the cot in her cell, though she eyed the round-ear warily. But all he did was treat her injuries with some stinging liquid and bandages.

Finished with his work, the one in white looked at her. He gestured to himself, then said a word.

"Maxwell."

That must be his name, Shylarah realized. She tried to repeat the word. "Mahks-well?" She was rewarded with a smile, and he pointed at her.

"Shylarah," she said, assuming correctly that he wanted her name. Then she tried asking for what she needed. If she had permission, maybe she could pull the language from his mind. It would be rough, but...it would be more efficient than her current method. "Yhou help?" She held out a hand, palm up.

Maxwell seemed confused, but took her hand. Shylarah understood that to mean permission, and with a whirl of magic she was in his mind, absorbing the meanings she needed as quickly as she could. As she did, Maxwell bit back a cry, and his eyes glazed.

"What are you doing to him?! Stop that!" The round-ear in blue fumbled again with his keys, trying to get the door unlocked fast enough to help his friend.

"No, no, I'm fine." Maxwell rubbed his aching head with his free hand, but didn't let go of Shylarah's hand with his other. A gesture of goodwill. "But I do wish you could tell us what you wanted...."

"Words."

The answer surprised both round-ears. "I sorry," Shylarah continued. "But not know how do better." The words were thick and uncomfortable in her mouth, but she could tell she was at least being understood.

In the interrogation that followed, she learned that the yellow beasts were called taxis, and that they were servants of the round-ears, who went in them willingly. She was in Centropolis, on a planet called Subeta. Nowhere she'd ever heard of before. It would seem she was a long, long way from home.
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Pet Treasure


Taxi

Embellished Scabbard

Hand-honed Miniature Sica

Backup Dirk

Police Cuffs

Normal Short Sword

Silver Short Sword

Blue Short Sword

Bronze Short Sword

Red Short Sword

Green Short Sword

Purple Short Sword

Tinkerers Scrap of Worn Leather

Satin Green Halter Top

Grassland Warrior Buffalo Hide Leggings

Dark Brown Soft Boots

Moonstone Mask

Night Owl Mask

Delicate Emerald Bead Mask

Black and White Harlequin Eye Mask

Pet Friends


Onsen
Liana, first and closest friend. Is no going home, but you reason to stay here.

Prince Devin VII
Is prince, but is not very /good/ prince, not if someday be king.