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Allen Campbell
Legacy Name: Allen Campbell

The

Sun Wyllop
Owner:

Gerudo

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 4 days

Born: October 29th, 2010

Adopted: 11 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: October 11th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 26
Defense: 25
Speed: 20
Health: 24
HP: 17/24
Intelligence: 9
Books Read: 9
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Kennel Cleaner

"Someday I'm gonna fly away..."

Ever since he was a boy, Allen has been fascinated with machines. He started with tearing apart cars in his neighborhood and eventually he was able to put them back together. Allen was abandoned by his parents at a young age and was raised by an old clockmaker for several years. Being too poor to afford schooling, Allen was illiterate as a young child and had to learn his mechanical skills entirely hands-on. Due to this he has a very extensive knowledge of machines and how they work.

When he did learn to read the information he found supplemented his abilities even further, making him one of the most knowledgeable men in that area. One of his greatest dreams is to build a flying machine of some sort, be it an airship or otherwise; he dreams of flying above the clouds in his own creation. Unfortunately, building something of that magnitude would cost a fortune and Allen doesn't make nearly enough money.

Still, he continues to dream on, saving as much as he can from his job as a mechanic. In his spare time he also builds little brass toys and gadgets. Allen lives in the attic of a simple home which doubles as his shop and the walls of his room are covered in blueprints scribbled on bits of notebook paper. He adds and removes paper almost every day, coming closer and closer to his perfect flying machine.

A Failed Flight
Allen wiped the sweat from his brow with a sigh and examined his work. In front of him was a large aluminum machine. It had an oval body with a seat inside and the top was closed in glass. It had wings made of cedar and a thick fabric along with a set of wheels beneath. It resembled some sort of early airplane. "Man, I hope this one works..." He shook his head,"No. I know it'll work."

After continuing his work for several minutes he grinned and wiped the grease from his hands,"Alright! Time for a test flight!" Allen stood behind the machine and pushed with all his might. It took quite a while to move it from the garage beneath his house and he had to stop twice to catch his breath,"Man...I'm out of shape.." Eventually he managed to situate the contraption on the edge of the cliff near his home. Allen opened the cockpit and climbed inside. He carefully checked the padding, then closed the top. "Okay, systems are...on,"he muttered, flicking a few switches. "I'm strapped in,"he said and made sure to do so,"Now.." Allen moved his goggles over his eyes,"Let's go!"

Almost immediately after pressing the final button, Allen could tell something was amiss. The air suddenly felt strange and before he could say a word it was as if all the oxygen around him had been suddenly sucked away. He gasped for air as the world around him flickered, then began to rush by as if he were moving at an extreme speed. The wings of his plane burned off as it moved and even the metal was becoming very hot. Mere seconds after the ordeal had begun, his machine suddenly stopped and he was able to breathe again.

Allen fumbled around desperately and it took him a full minute to figure out how to get his seatbelt off. Once he was freed he scrambled from the cockpit and onto the ground, gasping for air. "What...what was that..?"He asked himself, visibly shaken. Once he calmed himself he noticed his surroundings were far different. He noticed himself on a mountain and as he looked in the distance he could see a strange city, the likes of which he had never seen.

After spending quite a while trying to figure out what he needed to fix, he realized many of the parts were gone, broken, or partially melted. It would take forever to repair! With a sigh he resigned himself to his fate and headed to the city. As soon as he arrived there he noticed something peculiar. Everyone was wearing the most unusual clothes. He shook it off and rushed up to a man walking down the street,"Hello! Excuse me, do you have a machine shop around here?" The man looked at him strangely and uttered some sort of gibberish, then hurried away. Allen frowned,"...What'd he say?" He then went to a nearby woman but she simply spoke to him in the same language. Panic set in and he began running from person to person in an attempt to find help.
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Her feet were tired and she could feel the dirt wriggling it's way onto her perfect skin as she walked and because of this her face was twisted with displeasure. Though there really wasn't anything she could really do about it that wouldn't frighten the detestable mortals milling about around her. and she couldn't do that for fear that the god's wrath would be turned towards her and she had seen more than enough of that to last her a lifespan.

When the mortals took to much notice of her, she simply had to glare in their direction and remark on how they might incite her rage for staring as such, in order for them to scuttle away in what she would call shame. Though some eyes still lingered on her strange appearance and those, she hated to admit, she could not frighten off.

She cursed under her breath for what must have been the hundred thousandth time at the unfortunate slip of tongue that had cost her her nearly everything. Here she was in the DIRT with mortals and stripped of nearly all of her powers. The dirt factor alone was more than enough to make her bitter, but thrown in with her new mortality as well as the loss of most of her abilities and cutoff from her life and the gods. It was unbearable. Every step she took felt like it might be her last.

Then something odd caught her eye and she stopped where she was. She noticed something that belonged here nearly, well maybe not nearly, but something else that did not belong in this world much like herself. It was speaking in a strange language that took her a few moments to place. English, Wasn't it called? He was from the future it seemed. He pittered and pattered from mortal to mortal frantic calling for help and slowly drew nearer as she watched. She wondered why he hadn't yet noticed her, as she was obviously not like the others who were nearly in panic from the strangers odd language and actions. If he didn't stop soon he might cause an uproar.

She didn't want an uproar and for her own desires, or so she told herself She called out in order to make him stop."You do not belong here." She called out in his native tongue which rolled off her tongue perfectly, but felt strange in her mouth as all mortal languages seemed to. "Did the gods send you?"

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Cru"A Failed Flight" by

IchigoNaoyuki and

Gerudo