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Fortham has a minion!

Periwinkle the Blukiti

Fortham
Legacy Name: Fortham

The

Marsh Telenine
Owner:

Amane

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 17th, 2009

Adopted: 12 years, 7 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: September 30th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 23
Strength: 51
Defense: 25
Speed: 23
Health: 26
HP: 26/26
Intelligence: 83
Books Read: 78
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stylist

She told me I was necessary, and I was stunned. For days I pondered on that. What about me was such? There are doctors and healers of all kinds- I would know, I've met some of them- and I am nothing exceptional. Compared to that young man, what I do is... mediocre, at best.

The reason this baffles me is because it has become harder and harder to find my worth when the innocent die; and die young, worst of all. No one else understands why these past occurrences affect me, as I hardly knew any of them. But their stories make my heart ache with an insufferable pain, a pain that I cannot properly express, and even if I tried, it would sound... stupid.

I feel as though I was a useless fool. I wanted to save him, I wanted to so terribly because somehow, I thought, it would prove he could be saved... that I could save someone so hurt, so twisted. But I was wrong, and it has thrown me off, perhaps permanently. He was in an awful mental state, and his body wasn't much better... for that, I had no lasting cure.
I tried once, only once, to reason with him, for I could hardly get close to him without anyone else interfering, but I had succeeded in grabbing his attention at that lonely cliff, just before the others arrived.I pleaded with him.

"Don't do this. Xalsir, please, I know words fall dead to those who won't listen to them, I know that they're coming here to end you for all the suffering that you've caused them..." my voice began to shake at this point, "if you would only talk to me, scream even, anything that would keep you here so I could try to help you..."

"No."

That was all I could get out of him. He wasn't facing me for those few minutes, and then he turned, with a very tired look in his eyes. He was ready. He was ready for the assumed outcome, and I was not.

They came, and they quickly removed me. I was only an obstacle. Some of them looked at me disapprovingly, as though I was more deranged than him, simply for offering him aid. I wanted to turn away, but I was frozen on the spot, and my ears were full of my heart's rapid beating.
I waited. I imagined the worst possible scenarios, hundreds of them, within a split second, and I waited, watching. The King had readied himself to strike, when Xalsir tumbled back. He had moved too fast. He fell.
I shoved past everyone as they stood in silent shock, and peered over the edge. It was so far down that I couldn't see him.

I couldn't see him, and he was lost forever. He was gone and I had failed, not just him, but myself as well. Since that day I have helped people as best I could, but I haven't woken up one morning without realizing how helpless and weak I was... and still am.

...Until today. I'm very unsure still, how to accept that I am 'needed'. Maybe it's because I feel I don't need myself, somehow, as confusing as that sounds. Still, there is a child that depends on me, and a woman that intends to stay here for a long while, who insists that I am a necessity.

Only the future can show me if she's right, and the future... I will not see it unless I am patient. So I will continue waiting. Perhaps things will look different in a day's time... a week, a month, a year. I can't say.But I will wait.

(HA)