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Clarine has a minion!

Ritual the Bitabook

Clarine
Legacy Name: Clarine

The

Nuclear Darkonite
Owner:

Reality

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: October 5th, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 3rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 10
Defense: 16
Speed: 10
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Towel Folder

Keiran Clarine strode down the street, chatting with his best friend Invi. The chill wind of Autumn blew back his hair and he instinctively pulled his jacket closer around him.

"Like I was saying though," Keiran continued, "it's about more than just first appearances. You need substance to back it up and-"

He stopped, his eyebrows narrowing together as he viewed an elderly couple down the street. Their white hair seemed to match the fading colours of autumn perfectly and they too were wrapped up in warm jackets. Their eyes followed Keiran and Invi as they walked further down the road, closer towards the couple.

"What's their problem?" asked Keiran.

Invi shrugged, not answering but just letting his long purple hair shake back and forth in the wind.

As they past, the old woman bent close to her husband and whispered something too quietly for Keiran or Invi to hear. Her parched lips bent and formed the words, "Why is that young boy talking to the thin air?"

***

Keiran sat quietly on his four-poster bed. His hands clenched into a fist with silent rage.

"Sometimes I can't stand them," he complained. "I can't stand the lot of them. They ought to just leave, go somewhere else and stop bothering me. I wish they would just leave me alone!"

Invi sat down quietly beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. His feathery wings spread out slightly beside him and he tried to calm his friend.

"Who cares what they think? All that matters is you. Don't let some petty people bother you," he said, causing Keiran to turn to face him. His green eyes glimmered with flecks of gold. "Be better than them."

"It's so hard though," Keiran complained. "If they just weren't so mean or if they would just leave me to myself," he added, his voice trailing off. Then, perking up, he looked back at Invi. "If they could just be more like you. Why can't they be like you?"

Invi just shook his head quietly, his feathers bobbing up and down. His eyes rested on Keiran, as if willing him to calm down. Despite Keiran's agitated state, he seemed perfectly at ease.

"Perhaps you are right," Keiran said, breathing out slowly. "But maybe it'd be better to get revenge."

His eyes glinted and he rose suddenly from the bed. A sudden energy rose up again in him, and he looked ready to burst out that door at any moment. As he headed for the door, however, he glimpsed the mirror out of the corner of his eye. He paused, turned, and stood before it. His hair fell in a sort of messy arrangement around his head, and his clothes hung lazily on his body. He took a moment to adjust his shirt back to its normal position and to push up his glasses.

He pivoted on his heel and stared at his friend, still sitting on the bed.

"Invi," he started, his voice small. "Invi, why don't they see you?"

"Who?" his friend asked.

"Them. Anyone. Everyone."

All credit for the story goes to User not found: pools-of-randomness