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Oragami
Legacy Name: Oragami

The

Glade Ruffie
Owner:

~~Deja_Vu~~

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 29th, 2009

Adopted: 12 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 24th, 2011

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Statistics

Level: 14
Strength: 36
Defense: 34
Speed: 30
Health: 30
HP: 30/30
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Profile and Overlay by

~~Deja_Vu~~, Story by

Viperface, Coded by User not found: mylady

The air is sweet, the sun is high, everything around her is singing, but she doesn't notice. She's only focused on the square of paper in front of her. This sheet is blue, striped with streaks of red, and she's sure that it will be beautiful when she's finished. It's hard work, now that she's made this many - dozens of paper cuts littered her fingers, forcing her to patch them up with bandaids; they're comfortable but cumbersome, and she wants to scream as each crass takes twice as long as it should.

Fold, press, rotate, fold, crease, flip. She can visualize each step, could probably do it all in her sleep, but she wants each one to be perfect, so she doesn't do that. The bright paper molds to her touch, and from just a square it morphs into a small bird. A crane.

She gets up slowly, cradling it - and a few others just like it - close to her chest. One by one, they're delicately tied to fishing wire. As she slips a knot through, she can remember the stories of old echoing through her head, her mothering cooing to a restless child.

"They say, a long time ago, that the crane lived for a thousand years. It was a magical animal, wise and gentle to all that it met. One day, the crane came across a sick village girl, who cried out to him in the night. The crane wanted to bless her, but she was too sick, and his magic was not strong enough.

He told the girl, "My child, you must get everyone to make paper cranes. A thousand of them will fuel my magic, because they will be made for you with love."

So the girl went out, begging her whole village to aid her in her attempt. They all adored the little girl very much, and so each person worked endlessly to make cranes. They tied them up on strings and draped them all over the girl.

The crane returned and smiled at the girl, saying very quietly, "For your diligence and friendship, I grant you one wish."

The girl smiled back, and cradling the paper cranes in her arms, she told the crane, "I would like everyone in my village to have a long, happy life. I am happy enough to die now, for I know that I am loved."

The crane wept, but granted her wish. The girl died, but the village would forever remember the crane's promise: for any man, woman, or child to make 1000 paper cranes was a great sacrifice, and as a reward he would grant them whatever they wished."

She stepped back, staring up at her cranes, hung with care from a beautiful old oak tree. She touched one paper crane, smiling to herself. Fifty more to go.

At night, the paper cranes would glow and coo, anticipating the ancient crane and his powers, waiting to be turned from origami to wishes.