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Luther has a minion!

Pith the Wordwing Butterfly

Luther

The

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Owner:

Stocking

Age: 2 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 29th, 2023

Adopted: 2 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 2nd, 2024

Statistics

Level: 42
Strength: 106
Defense: 105
Speed: 100
Health: 105
HP: 105/105
Intelligence: 122
Books Read: 113
Food Eaten: 19
Job: Lead Librarian

I.II.III.IV.V.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Age: 28

Birthday: October 29th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 174 cm / 5'7"

Occupation: Lead Librarian

Hobbies: Running, origami, photography

Likes: Reading, exercise, black leather, the smell of old books, organized spaces

Dislikes: Overly emotional people, oranges, the smell of alcohol, waiting rooms

Guilty pleasure: Marshmallows

Personality: Cool headed and aloof

I attended my own funeral. They held it on a cool fall morning, just days after they pulled my body from the bushes. I don't remember much between hitting the pavement and the ceremony. I didn't recognize most of the attendees, either. I counted at least one hundred faces I had never seen before in my life. These had to be fans following me to the grave. It felt strange having my family stand next to people who had been watching me on social media. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone would notice if I moved.

Of course there was no moving. Not in that body any longer. It took adjusting to get used to my new form. It wasn't the most unpleasant feeling, but it was strange.

Strange. That was the word to describe everything happening around me. I just wanted some peace and quiet, but even in death I heard the constant chatter of fans. I couldn't return home. It wasn't fair to pull pranks on someone just looking for a cheap place to live like I had.

Eventually I realized I could go anywhere I wanted. One place came to mind; the ancient, massive library at the end of the hill. I wasn't always a bookworm. Hardly. It wasn't until I started spending more time in the hospital than at home that I realized the graces of a good book.

The library was empty and quiet.
It was the perfect place for me.