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Connor Nolan has a minion!

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Connor Nolan
Legacy Name: Connor Nolan

The

Nightmare Irion
Owner:

Simcreatures

Age: 14 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 14th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 22nd, 2011

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Statistics

Level: 9
Strength: 11
Defense: 14
Speed: 14
Health: 6
HP: 10/6
Intelligence: 59
Books Read: 59
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

I wasn't always like this. Once, long ago, I was a regular cream kumos. I was an employee in the Library, and it was my dream job. I had a library of my own, and was in the archaeologist expedition that Blake Steel led. This is the story of what I learned and lived.

I was on the night shift, doing mostly overlooking duty and dusting for artifacts. Seeing that most of my crew was tired to the bones, I decided to help in the grunt labor- something I was never good at. I recieved one of the free Blake Steel shovels and began to dig. Undoubtedly it was the hardest I'd worked in all my adult years.

After an hour or so I was near deciding that due to the dawn lights approaching, the possibility of my retiring soon for the afternoon was a strong one. I'd noticed definite progress, however, and a sudden creaking sound stopped me in my tracks. A few steps away, where a few of the other workers were digging, a shout rang out and people began to file over. Someone called for someone to go get Blake, but I went to see that they'd cleared the door.

Seeing as it was Blake's project, we let him open, me keeping a close watch and a steady shovel in case we needed it. A beautiful cavern awaited us and I wiped the sweat from my brow. I hadn't seen, but a drop of my own sweat fell to the earth and was drained into it, the first droplet to fall in the temple.

I was ordered to assist in clearing the rooms, so I entered it. Worked out the puzzle, yadda yadda. That isn't important. What is important is what happened when I entered one of the other rooms, the third one. As soon as the stone creatures came to life I knew I was screwed. I defeated one after the other until finally getting to the griffin, who stared at me. For some reason I felt a strange drawing to it, and instead of battling, I reached out with my hand to touch its stone beak.

Surprisingly, instead of cold like you would expect, the beak was blisteringly hot. I attempted to shrink back, but my hand appeared to be glued to the beak. Its cold eyes blinked, and I heard a whisper in the back of my head.

I have walked among men and angels,
for three thousand years.
Time... has no end...
No beginning...
No purpose.
I wander the earth.
Seeking forgiveness for my horrible crimes
and against god and man.
I wish to seek death, destruction.
Evil, over the light.
But the light cannot be extinguished.
I live in a prison of my own demise.
I am lost... in time
But you have awoken me
brought me from my slumber
and for this,
You will recieve my curse

After the stone griffin spoke these words, a shadowy substance- the matter of nightmares- wound its way from where my hand was upon its beak, up my arm, to fully cover me. I was frozen. The only thing I could do was blink, I couldn't even move my eyes. The pain that the burn ensued, along with sharp pains from the nightmare mist, wound its way into my very soul.

Until.

Finally, I awoke. My chest heaved as I took in a breath, but something was different. The air tasted.. moist. Nothing like the desert I'd closed my eyes in. I rose to a sitting position, blinking my eyes to try clear them. It felt as if a film of sand lay over them, irritating them, causing agony. I watched the raw skin on my hand, where I'd touched the griffin, and knew it was real.

Now I wander Subeta, calling Shadowglen my home. Because Shadowglen is where I truly can call home- where I lived before, where I was born, and where I awoke, miles from the dig site. I attempted to return, but now the sun burns me. My hair turned black, from its sun-bleached blond, and my skin turned pale as the snow.

The only thing I have left are these words, ringing in my mind.

I have walked among men and angels...

I had forgotten what company felt like, after months of lonely travel in the Shadowglen. My eyes had been on my adopted mother and those who lived in her care. I had protected them from vile spirits that wished to harm them. I had nothing more to do, than protect them whole heartedly.

I'd believed that I could never meet a soul pure, but then I saw it. A flash of white light out of the corner of my eye. I turned and hid, fearing that I would be found. I'd never felt such a sudden fear, and this puzzled me. I knew I couldn't run, so I waited, watching as the light form came closer.

It was a girl on horseback, her wings curled gently around her and outwards in a relaxed position. Beneath her was no saddle, and the beast she rode on was as pure white as his rider. A creamy horn rose from his head skyward and he walked with a proud, confident pace.

Immediately I felt the chill run up my spine, my head rising above the log I hid against to watch the pair in wonder. They walked with such grace, such care. Yet it was clear they feared nothing in these woods I called home.

Something caught my attention, a flash of something that hung from her neck and lay on the flat part of her chest. I couldn't help it. My body was moving towards the two before I could even challenge it, and the next thing I knew I was bowed before the two, watching them as they stood.

The horse stamped his hoof in warning, but a soft word spoken from the girl silenced him. She slipped off his back, her dress barely touching the ground as she stood beside her steed, and then I realized how large a steed he was, and how small a girl she was. She was no older than my cursed human form.

Her delicate hand lifted to touch her necklace and I felt the same chill run up my spine. A soft smile lifted onto her lips and without as much as a puff of smoke before me stood not a girl, but a ice-white Irion. The necklace hung from her neck and I could see that she was slightly larger than me in this form.

"Fear not, beast," The she-Irion spoke as her steed stamped again. "For we are linked through our hearts, our souls. Our very fibers of being. I am Indium, and you are Nolan."

Though I had never used the name Nolan, I knew it was true. From my past name of Connor to Nolan, I transitioned. From cursed fool to bound beast, I changed. She gave me the power to move as I would, to speak with my mother and family, and she joined them, wishing not that I would be pained to be apart of them any longer. Her steed also joined us.

....and no longer do I walk alone.

I have been:
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