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Duston
Legacy Name: Duston

The Angelic Montre
Owner: Marybeth

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 1st, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: December 1st, 2009

Pet Spotlight Winner
February 23rd, 2019

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

"Where am I?"

The words escaped Duston's lips before he even began opening his eyes. It was freezing, wherever he was, and he knew he wasn't somewhere he'd ever been before. When he did open his eyes, he saw a vast land of... clouds? That's all he saw, for miles around--clouds. He was looking down at them, though. Was that even possible?

"Is anybody here? Hello?"

His voice echoed out to him, this strange place seeming empty of any other presence. Suddenly, he saw something shiny--a glistening light out of the corner of his eye. As he turned, afraid to take any steps for fear of falling through the clouds, a grand, intricate structure came into view. "Is that a gate?" he spoke quietly to himself. Though there was no sunlight, it was radiating brightly across the distance.

After what felt like hours, Duston arrived at the entrance to what was in fact, yes, a gate. It had to be hundreds of feet high, a beautiful, delicate creation, completely made of gold. It displayed no sign of wear--was this thing just built? Off to the right side, Duston noticed a small little... booth? Whatever it was, it was also made of gold, and it had a small man sitting inside. Duston approached him cautiously.

"Name, please?"

Duston's eyes widened. "My... name?" This many wants his name? Why? What is this place, how did he get here, why...?

"Duston McGillian, sir."

"One moment..."

The short man flipped open an incredibly oversized book. It looked far too old and worn to be skimmed through so casually. After a couple of minutes of reading, it appeared he found what he was looking for.

"Let's see here... M... Mc... McGill... McGillian... Duston! There you are, boy! I was worried I'd have to send you the other way!" The small man chuckled and closed his book.

Duston gave the man a bewildered look. The other way? He wasn't even sure what this way was.

"Sir... um... just exactly where are we...?"

The little man shot a horrified glance. This boy hadn't figured out where he was?

"Duston McGillian," he spoke quietly, "You are home."

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