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Elowen has a minion!

Samuel the Saheric Sand Moth

Elowen

The

Angelic Illumis
Owner:

Lisa

Age: 3 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 14th, 2020

Adopted: 3 years, 8 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 14th, 2020

Pet Spotlight Winner
October 2nd, 2023

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 11
Job: Unemployed

Trumpets sounded and a bright glow began in the clouds above the world. Nearby angels flocked around to witness the birth of one of their own - an event that hadn't happened in generations. As the light dimmed and the trumpet sound faded away, a small form could be seen hovering just above the cloud. The nearest archangel flew up and spoke.

"Greetings, young one. Welcome. May we know your name?" The archangel greeted the young angel calmly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

Lavender-hued eyes blinked upwards at the brightness of the sky. "I am Elowen."

Everyone around called out greetings as the archangel turned and told the gathering the newest angel's name. "And what is your gift, young Elowen?"

"My gift?" She landed on the cloud, tilting her head up at her elder. "What do you mean?"

Those waiting to hear the newest angel's gift began muttering amongst themselves. Angels knew their innate gift as soon as they came into existence. To not know your gift - of healing, fast flight, music - was unheard of. The archangel swallowed and got down on one knee. "Come on, you can tell us. We all have a gift of one kind or another. My gift is for teaching. Some have a musical gift, others are excellent flyers...our gifts are known to us at birth." He looked at Elowen expectantly.

"Ummm...I don't...I mean, I can fly...but I don't think that's it. You all have wings too. I don't feel especially musical." Elowen stuttered, glancing around at the now disapproving faces. Everyone assumes angels to all be kind and loving and compassionate, but the truth is, they're just like humans, judgmental at times, and not always good. And these angels were beginning to laugh.

"She doesn't know her gift?"

"Is she even an angel then?"

"This must be some kind of joke!"

"Enough! All of you. You should know better than to treat one of your own this way. You saw how this angel came into being. You can clearly see her halo. You know she is one of us. She will find her gift in time. Go home now, all of you." The archangel had a severe stare when he was displeased and the others were seeing it now.

Elowen sat on the cloud, tears coming down her face. Barely minutes old and already she didn't want to be here. "Elowen?"

The archangel stood beside her. "It is unusual for a new angel to not immediately know her gift. We've never seen it before. But you are an angel and so you must have a gift. Why don't we sleep on it and we'll figure it out tomorrow?"

Elowen wiped her eyes. "No. I don't belong here. I don't have a gift." She glanced downwards, barely able to see land below. "What's down there?"

"Down there? That's the earth. That is where humans and other animals live." He tilted his head at the thought. "Sometimes we go down to help them. Usually unseen. It's a rather sad existence down there if you ask me. It's not serene and beautiful like it is here."

Elowen stood, flexing her wings. "That's where I should be. That's where I'm going."

"On the earth? But...wait!" The archangel didn't get another word out before the young one dove off the cloud, headed towards the earth below. He sighed. Who was he to question? Maybe her purpose was below. He wished her the best, either way.

Elowen spent the next few months flying from place to place. Eventually, she found herself in the Sacred Lands. She was so tired from a long day of flight and the shocked expressions of people who certainly didn't expect to see an angel that day. She landed near a large dome, glowing with golden light. She could see plants inside and water. It looked...warm and restful. She headed towards a door on the side and tried the knob. Locked. It was the last straw and she fell to her knees and cried.

"What's the matter, dear?" Elowen looked up through her tears to see a kind face. "I can see you're not hurt, physically anyways. How can I help you?"

Elowen told the kind ontra woman everything that had happened to her in her short life thus far. "So I've just been traveling around. Flying from place to place. I've tried so much to find my gift. Music was a flop. I can't sing at all. I'm no good at anything it seems. I really like the idea of healing, of taking away people's hurt. But I don't have that gift either."

"I am a healer. I have to say, taking away hurt, seeing the relief on faces, is lovely. Being able to help when no one else can is what keeps me going."

Elowen stared. "What do you mean, you're a healer? You're not an angel. You're just...you're a mortal."

The ontra explained. She told the young angel all about herbs and bandages, tisanes and potions...and Elowen knew she had found her place. She was so pleased when the ontra offered her an apprenticeship in the healing center. She'd never taught an angel, she said, but she thought Elowen's presence might even inspire a little hope around the place. She would teach her all she knew about the ways of natural healing, and in that way, Elowen would find her gift at long last.

story by

Lisa, background from Vecteezy, crystal edited by

Lisa (original from DLPng)