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Neviath
Legacy Name: Neviath

The Glade Clawsion
Owner: Tears

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 2nd, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 2nd, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 105
   
• Strength: 71
   
• Defense: 57
   
• Speed: 44
   
• Health: 74
   
• HP: 74/74
   
• Intelligence: 5
   
• Books Read: 5
• Food Eaten: 7
• Job: Unemployed

'Hold your breath for a moment, my lady.'

Neviath inhaled. She struggled to keep it in as her lady in waiting zipped up the bodice of her pearl white gown. She fingered the gold embroidery on her waist and closed her eyes. She could picture the lovely thread weaving in an out of her stunning dress, the details put into it being countless. She ran her hands along her silk dress; could there be a more luxurious material? The rich, beautiful tones brought out her light green hair, the silk gown complementing her every flaw and perfection. Truly, it was wonderful, but the silk of spiders were much lovelier. How could such a fabulous thing come from such a small creature? And that, too, from a creature that was considered horrible by many humans and trampled on by aggressive feet. Neviath shuddered. How could humans be so inconsiderate?

'Uh, my lady, you best breathe out now; your face is turning the most repulsive shade of blue.'
'Oh'! Neviath quickly exhaled. She felt a little light headed. How long had she been daydreaming?

'Sorry about that, Annie. Now, is it really necessary for me to dress so extravagantly for a little event?' Neviath mumbled.

Annie, the lady in waiting, sighed tiredly. 'We've gone over this many times, my lady. The King and Queen wish for their only daughter to wear only the most exquisite clothing whenever any important guests or events come up. As for this lunch with the nobleman Marcus from the neighboring country, it is no exception and you must adhere to the rules.'

Neviath looked gloomily at Annie. Why does she have to suffer when it doesn't concern her? Her parents should know better than to drag her into all the business they deal with. Annie combed through Neviath's long hair with her gentle fingers.

'I'll leave you to choose your jewelry and decorate yourself. I've to go and clean the guest chamber for nobleman Marcus, and I trust you to go to the ballroom where the lunch will be held in an hour. Make haste, and don't dwindle around in the palace, my lady' Annie explained.
Neviath shrugged. 'You can trust me, I'll go on time.'

As soon as Annie left the room and closed the door behind her, Neviath smiled slyly.
Neviath turned towards the mirror. I'm not going to that fun lunch party, oh what a bummer. I'll just sneak away to the forest instead. She took off the several pounds worth of necklaces and bracelets, and changed her shoes from her sophisticated heels to something more comfortable to walk in, liker her well-worn sandals. Her mother hadn't approved of her owning such a measly pair of shoes, but Neviath had loved her dear sandals too much to throw. So now, she wore them every time she went for a calming walk among the blooming flowers in the forest.

But it wasn't the kind of calming she felt when she took a bath with those scented oils. It was a different feeling. She felt as if she could become one with the trees, the wind would be her blanket, comforting her when she needed it to. The flowers seemed to live off hr touch, as if they couldn't get enough. Even the forest animals came and nuzzled her feet and looked like they had a friendly smile on their faces. It was as if she was the only one in the world who existed at the moment when she smelled a flower. She never broke the flowers; rather, she leaned down and embraced the smooth petals as she was enchanted by the delicate smells that wavered in her nose. She could live in the forest forever; if only she wasn't preoccupied by all the princess-y things she had to do.

Neviath turned the doorknob slightly. She peered outside. Only the sleeping guard slept near the statue of an angel, and no one else was there. She looked both ways, gathered her trailing dress in a tight wad, and stepped outside. She winced; she accidentally stepped on something crunchy, and it made a little noise. She looked towards the guard: he was still asleep. Letting out a relieved sigh, Neviath headed towards the back door. She swung it open and stepped outside. As if it could sense her, the wind came and enveloped her in its arms. Neviath ran towards the forest, which was only a few steps from the doorway she stood in.

She slowed her pace as she realized that she ran deeper into the forest than she ever had. She should've been alarmed, but she wasn't. The soothing calm filled her, and she was content just to stand there.

Suddenly, a violent wind blew against her. She was knocked into a nearby tree, and her hair whipped around madly, like the way the leaves swirled violently in a mid-autumn wind storm. Neviath panicked; the wind never treated her like this before. She turned her head quickly and saw the flowers wilt. Something is very wrong! I've got to get out of here!

Neviath turned and ran. She must've been distraught, for she tripped on a tree root and fell. She hit her knee hard on the floor, her dress ripping in that area. Just then, an arrow whizzed over her head. Neviath gasped. Her face drained of all its color. As fast as the wind blew, she realized that she must've run into the forested territory of the next city, the terrible city only known as Pel. The soldier on guard must've been trained to shoot on sight of any trespassers, regardless of whether they were royalty or not. Neviath had to get out of there. She tried to get up, but her knee was badly injured. She flopped back down on the plush forest floor. She touched the tree root. As if by magic, the tree root went back into the ground.

That's weird, the root went back in. Neviath looked around her. Huh, now that I think about it, that root wasn't there before I fell. I wonder; Is the forest trying to protect me? As she pondered on those thoughts, the flowers seemed to nod in approval. Oh! That's what it was all along! The forest must feel the same connection with me that I feel with it! The forest is protecting me! With a renewed hope, Neviath willed herself to stand up.

She swayed. Her knee wasn't strong enough to support her, let alone help her run. She fell back down. Tears began to well up in her eyes. It was only a matter of time before the merciless warriors or Pel found her and killed her as if it was nothing.

Her tears hit the grass below her. As if it sensed her dismay, the grass began to glow. The glowing spread to the next blade of grass, then to the next blade, the next blade, and the next. The trees around her began to glow, and Neviath looked around, bewildered. The grass began to glow even brighter, and one by one, a patch of grass beside her injured knee started to grow. It stretched up, growing longer and longer until it was at least 3 feet long. The grass began to crawl across her leg. It wrapped itself around her knee. Nevaith could only stare.

The grass weaved its way around and around her knee until it was fully covered. Then, a nearby tree extended one if its branches towards Neviath's knee. The branch brushed against her leg, then placed itself on her wrapped knee.

The glowing intensified. The grass pulsated with a warming heat, and the branch released a wonderful smell of tree bark and nutmeg into the air. Neviath reached out. She touched the branch that lay on her leg, feeling the effort the tree was making to help her. She felt the passionate love the forest had for her, and she couldn't help feeling the same back to it. In a few moments time, the grass stopped glowing and the branch went back to its tree. Slowly, the grass unwrapped itself and shrunk back to its normal size. Neviath looked at her knee is awe. It looked fine, and she felt fine. She stood up; there was no more pain!

Neviath felt a warm feeling in her chest. She was inspired by the forest's love and caring way, and she almost giggled for joy until she realized her life was still in grave danger. She went up to the tree and hugged it, feeling the love it had for her coursing through her body. She looked at the grass and blew it a kiss. Tears slid down her cheeks, but this time, for gratefulness. Neviath turned towards her own palace and walked towards it. She smiled, a soft giggle escaping from her mouth.

She ran towards her home. Her lovely home, so safe from all the dangers. It wasn't always perfect, but it kept her safe, warm, loved. Neviath blew kisses to every tree in her path. She hadn't felt like this for a long time.

As she neared the back door of the palace, the violent wind died down. Back came the wind that tousled her long locks, the flowers sprouting anew as if they were filled with a new life, the trees swayed gently to the rhythm of her heart. Neviath turned towards the forest. If this wasn't where she belonged, she didn't know where else it was.



by PiranhaPettingZoo

Co-Write Credit: UTAKE

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