Legacy Name: Alivah

The Angelic Jollin
Owner: Bliss

Age: 13 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 24th, 2011

Adopted: 13 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 24th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 17th, 2013


  • Level: 4
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 87
  • Books Read: 87
  • Food Eaten: 11
  • Job: Unemployed

It's a curious theory, and not everyone believes in it.
Though it does exist.

Proof of this is Alivah, Fate's right hand messenger. She and Fate use human's dreams as a way to give them signs or warnings about things to come. Some nights Alivah has to deliver a dream to someone that they only have a short time to live, so what when they wake up they will feel compelled to do things that they have never done. Other nights the dream could be something like a mother dreaming that her son ends up a drugged out junkie, and she wakes up the next morning to discover him sneaking pain pills from when she broke her leg, and is able to put a stop to his addiction.

"Alivah, I have another task for you..." boomed a voice in her head, causing her to jerk out of a nap.
"Come see me at once for your assignment."
"Yes sir."

Alivah stretched, flapped her wings a few times, and flew away from the tree where she had been napping, on toward Fate's palace.

A wonder to behold, it seemed like it had never ending height, and could easily blind a mortal to look upon. Still, Alivah began to dread visiting the beautiful palace to receive her assignments, because they were usually something unhappy or troublesome. Alivah was a messenger to Fate, his go-to if you will. They use human's dreams to convey messages and warnings about things to come, say to put the thought into someone's head that they have a short period of time to live, so that when they wake they make the best of the time they have left. What humans chose to do with their dream messages was up to them, but Alivah had witnessed more wasted messages than not, when people chose not to listen to the warnings she sent to them. She flew on toward Fate's pearl-laden throne, and sat waiting at his massive feet while he dismissed his other messengers from the room. "I know you have been reluctant to accept my assignments lately Alivah. I wanted you to take this one, as it is as happy message." She didn't answer right away, but knew she couldn't refuse. She always liked to push the issue, though she wasn't allowed to deny her master. "You have to put faith in the humans from time to time," Fate said, sensing her unease. "Some people want signs and clues as to where to turn next..." he finished, and evaporated from his throne, leaving Allivah alone.She knew she wasn't allowed to open the letter until she had reached her destination, and it was only an hour away from her, so she took out a small pouch of golden dust and sprinkled it over her head, and away she went to 1459 Acorn Lane, a quiet street in an even quieter town, where a quiet house held a sad and lonely boy.

She crept through the swirling curtains that cascaded out of his open window. 'What's a boy doing with his window open on such a chilly night?' she asked herself as she approached him. He had a beautiful face, and sad eyes, even in sleep. She truly hoped the message she would deliver to him would reach him and make him happy, even in a small way. Her hands trembled as she pulled the letter from her knapsack and popped the wax seal off. He stirred gently under the covers, but didn't wake. 'What if this letter is bad news?' She pulled the sheet of paper out of the envelope and opened it carefully, and began to read aloud as soon as her eyes hit the page, as was custom."Tomorrow when you wake, put on something you haven't worn in a long time, something that isn't gray or black. Visit the streets of your town, explore the book stores and pet shops to put you in a better mood. You will meet her in the street; at first it will be a passing glance, and something inside you will tell you to look back at her. Don't ignore that feeling. You may be wary of love at first, but don't give up. This one is the one. She will make you laugh and cry, but more importantly, she will love you unconditionally, and you will be happy with her." Alivah finished the letter and folded it carefully into her knapsack. Part of her wanted to leave the letter as proof his dream had been real; the vivid dream of him walking down a crowded street in a blue t-shirt he hadn't worn since he bought it, being licked on the nose by a small golden puppy, and meeting a girl in a vivid red cardigan, who turned out to be the girl of his dreams. The other part of her knew her duty was to return with the letter, and watch from afar as her message was taken seriously, or disregarded.She stole one last look from the sad sleeping boy and left his room, flying fast toward Fate's shimmering palace.
"Alivah! Back so soon?" Fate said loudly as she entered his chambers.
"Yes sir," she replied, surrendering the letter to his assistant to be destroyed.
"I trust your message was a happy one?"
"It was, yes. I really hope he follows it."
"He will."

Fate gave Alivah a knowing look, and turned to his assistant as she whispered something into his ear. He nodded once, and she disappeared down the long hallway to take care of some unknown task.
"Sir... if I may ask. What is it that has the boy so sad?"
"He's hardly a boy," Fate said with a light chuckle. "Though to you, I suppose he would be. His parents both died in a car accident, and he now lives with a distant relative who hardly speaks to him, let alone knows anything about him. I think he just wanted to give up on love and happiness. When I found tomorrow's events, I wanted you personally to deliver it to him, because I feel as though the same thing happened to you. I think by seeing him happy, you too can regain your confidence in happiness and love."
"Thank you sir," Alivah said, unable to conjure a decent reply.
"Well, I'll let you get back to what you were doing then, napping I believe? The blossom tree you were perched in is still waiting for you." Alivah nodded, and flew off toward the tree she had been napping in before. Sure enough, its wide, solid branch was still empty, and much to her surprise, still warm. She nestled herself down in the crook and closed her eyes, and dreamt of a boy in a blue shirt, meeting a girl in a red cardigan living happily ever after.

Story by Sparrow
Profile by Mandark

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