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Nanae
Legacy Name: Nanae

The Nostalgic Kumos
Owner: RaiRetsu

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 9th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: January 9th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 1,730
   
• Strength: 5,141
   
• Defense: 5,085
   
• Speed: 4,156
   
• Health: 4,572
   
• HP: 4,572/4,572
   
• Intelligence: 2,384
   
• Books Read: 1835
• Food Eaten: 2
• Job: Director of SAI

"Welcome to Merveilleux Asylum"
You read the sign to yourself several times. Questioning why you came here of all places again and again. However, even that was unclear. Pays Merveilleux, a Town said to once be as glorious as any Utopian society could be, and yet, in the last three years it has had a most miserable past. A plague of some sorts, a mutation, no, some sort of mystical phenomena had struck the town. The people inside became warped. Some grew disfigured, others merely gained increased abilities, most went through both. The top of the pack was sealed away in this very asylum. So the normal townspeople say. You came here to see what the fuss was about, you finally decide on that. Whats left of the town that told you this tale looks like a normal spread out rural area. The asylum couldn't be that true?

The gate opens, not with a squeal but no sound at all.
Your first steps forwards are heavy. Maybe the superstitious nonsense has gotten to you--- You notice the grounds are foggy. Which is strange considering outside of the gate was a nice clear day. When you go to look behind you the gate is closed. You never heard it open and so you never heard it shut. You can make out the stone pathway enough to follow it forward. After all there's a huge shadow of a building right there. You'd have to be stupid to miss it. On your walk you begin to admire the simplicity of the front lawn. You can see the grass is neatly trimmed, there are flowers tidily kept near the path, and the stones themselves looked freshly swept. That fog seems to follow you.

In the distance you hear laughter.
Its not to startling, though it sounds like a little girl chuckling. Was someone outside? "Hello?" You ask the air. But no return of an answer. This path is seeming to take longer and longer to reach the main building. Even if the building seems to be right there. That sounds rings again, a little closer now. You even see a shadow run by not to far from the path. Calling out again you receive no reply. Your so focused on the fields now the fog seems to dissipate enough to show you there's nothing there but grass and flowers.

While your not looking forward something appears in the pathway.
You trip. A pothole as big as a medium sized boulder has brought you down onto one knee. You swear out loud as the small throbs echo throughout your limb. Examining the ground more irritated then before you notice its not just dirt in this hole. There's a grave marker underneath your knee. You hop up back onto the safe part of the path. or now you think it wasn't a path at all. Your hands are on the marker trying to brush off the dirt you spilled in and read the name.

Only you can't.
Did you hit your head? The letters were there but for some reason you couldn't acknowledge them. Yet it was the simple alphabet you were used to not some foreign language. Eventually you get a headache and give up. Brushing your legs off you stand and stretch over the hole making sure to not step into anymore. Strange, who would put something like that right in the walkway? Before you can go much forward there's that giggle again.

Only its much closer now.
You swivel around doing a 360 just trying to see where it came from. The fog has almost gone now and it should be easy to see! Gritting your teeth you huffily look back at the building. You can make out the porch now so it shouldn't be long until you arrive at your destination. You make it to the first step.

You feel like your falling.
Vertigo? Its the only explanation you can choke up. You fall backwards, almost as if you've been shoved off that first step. The second time you've been knocked down. Maybe this place really was haunted by something? No you didn't believe that. You must have just been dehydrated or something. Rubbing your head you keep coming up with logical excuses for your behavior.

Then you look up at the porch.
Kneeling there is a child, you should have been able to see her before but didn't. She chuckles at you smiling innocently. This little ones wears summer clothing appropriate for the weather outside, but she also wears a scarf that drapes over her and pools onto the steps. The ends of its are tattered and... you notice that the holes has some redish-brown rings on them. Everything on her is blue or white, her hair and eyes are blue, her skin a paled color, and her clothing is checkered both, while that scarf is a dark deep blue. Then you hear a squeak and see she has some sort of toy in her hands. The more you stare at that the more entranced you become. Then you try to grab it as if your life requires it.

You feel a deep bite into your grabbing hands.
You let out a very loud wail. A great white dog three times the size of the girl has snapped at your hand knocking your conscious wide open. You didn't want the ball, didn't care it existed, just that your hand felt as if it hand been jammed into a paper shredder. The little girls laughs. You watch her pets the dogs long nose. It lets go. You immediately clutch your hand to you. The girl smiles at you then turns around. Both her and her canine companion have vanished. You are left with a great pain and a greater amount of confusion.

A voice comes from the doorway.
"Good afternoon, you must be or guest." A man in all green now is above you. Looking down at your once aching hand you notice there's nothing wrong with it, no sign of the child and her dog. What in the hell were those two?

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