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Shylah
Legacy Name: Shylah

The Custom Glade Legeica
Owner: Kaylene

Age: 12 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 4th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 4th, 2011

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 16th, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 11
   
• HP: 11/11
   
• Intelligence: 8
   
• Books Read: 8
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Shylah was a wanderer once. Softly spoken, gentle and, well, shy, she never found herself quite at home anywhere she went. It was the shyness she was named for, she supposed; the shyness that made her so nervous around other pets, the same shyness which made her even more nervous around humans. The shyness which meant that she could never have fit in with her own kind, even if she were an ordinary Glade Legeica. And so she wandered from place to place, in the hope that she might someday find somewhere that suited her.

Shylah was born in Peka Glade. A place sheltered from the chaotic world of humans, it was quiet, peaceful, pristine and secluded. Perhaps a little too secluded. Shylah was never like the other Glade pets she shared her home with. She was a strange colour to begin with. But worse then that, while all the other Glade children could bring a plant to life from naught but bare earth, young Shylah could barely get a single flower to bloom. The other Glade pets assumed her powers were weak; she was considered a hopeless case, not particularly worth bothering with. The children would pick on her, teasing her for her lack of affinity with nature. It came so easily to them, they would all taunt her. Why was she unable to do such a simple thing? Shylah, who had been a quiet child to begin with, became accustomed to being alone and her shyness grew to a point where it was difficult to even be around others, let alone speak with them.

As she grew out of her childhood, Shylah began to realise that she did indeed have a talent, and that it was unlike anything the other Glade pets possessed. She had an affinity for water. She could breathe life into a stream so that one cup of it's water would cause flowers to bloom wherever it were poured. She could heal animals of almost any injury with a vial of water she had imbued with her powers. She could conjure water from the air, condense it into little clouds and make rain which would instantly cause any plant to grow. Nothing of the sort had ever been seen in Peka Glade before. But Shylah, so shy toward the other Glade pets who had ignored and ostracised her all her life, could not bring herself to show off her gift. While it flooded her heart with joy to know that she had such a wonderful power, she was afraid of being teased all the more for using water to grow things while the others could affect plants directly. And worse, few pets ever got hurt in the Glade. A healing power would seem useless to them. So one morning, before the sun had begun to rise, she packed what few possessions she owned and walked away from Peka Glade, in the hope that she might find somewhere she truly belonged.


Shylah wandered across many lands throughout Subeta, some which she was sure had not yet been charted. As she wandered, her power over water and her healing abilities grew strong. Eventually she found herself in the Sacred Lands, ancient home of the native Saheric race as well as many powerful pets and humans. Shylah avoided all these people, however. She kept to the open plains, away from cities and villages. As she wandered, following a river to the Eastern part of the land where the great deserts finally gave way to mountains and forests, Shylah came upon a landscape covered in tall, thin rocky spires, shrouded with vines and flowers, their valleys lost in greenery. Caves peppered these mountains and Shylah fancied people might once have lived within them.

The river dipped and flowed here and there was evidence of ancient habitation; moss-covered temples of carved stone and rope bridges which miraculously held as firm as they would have when they were built hundreds of years ago. Shylah noticed that one particular spire had brass windows and glass covering the several cave openings. A wide rope bridge and stone stairs connected it to the valley, and clean laundry hung fluttering from one side of the bridge. So someone did live here. As she turned around a bend in the river she caught a glimpse of just whom.

A huge crimson Reborn Rreign was lying in a small clearing by the river, one wing extended and his face showing obvious pain. The leather of the wing had a large tear and judging by the way he held one of his hind legs, that was either sprained or broken as well. A distressed lady was trying to coax him to move, but the Rreign seemed to be in too much pain. He was easily big enough to carry two or more humans on his back; the somewhat small lady couldn't hope to support his weight. In one small instant, Shylah's desire to help an injured creature overrode her shy nature and before she could think about her actions she rushed toward the injured Rreign.

Pushing her way past the rather surprised lady, Shylah traced the line of a nasty tear in the red wing leather that allowed the Rreign to fly. Nervous, she gingerly pressed the two halves together. The Rreign lay still, his face twitching when she hurt him but he didn't struggle or roar in pain. The lady knelt by his head, her attention split between sympathy for her friend and curiosity towards Shylah. Shylah took a little vial of water out of the small travelling satchel she carried and drew the water from it with her powers, spreading it across the tear in the wing. The two halves began to knit together as new skin grew between them. Overjoyed with such success, Shylah immediately crossed to the Rreign's leg and summoned a small cloud of water vapour from the air, which wrapped itself around the injured limb. Shylah closed her eyes and concentrated on the vapour, letting her power flow through the cloud and into the injured leg. It was badly sprained she realised, but that was better then broken and she let her power continue flowing until she felt the pain within it slip away completely. As the vapour dissolved back into the air Shylah opened her eyes and swayed slightly, feeling more exhausted yet more fulfilled then she had ever felt in her life.

The lady was looking at Shylah in amazement. Shylah looked down, embarrassed, remembering where she was and what she'd just done. The lady turned back to the great red Rreign.
"Solariex, how do you feel?"
"Fine..." The Rreign extended his wing and flexed his hind leg experimentally. "I wouldn't try to fly on it for a few days yet, but I feel fine." He looked over at Shylah, amazement showing all over his face. "That was incredible. Thank you."
The lady beamed at Shylah and it was then that Shylah realised she wasn't exactly... human. She looked like a living statue. Shylah, who knew what it was to be different, immediately felt a kinship with her.
"I'm Kay," the lady said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Shylah..." The name was spoken softly, but with a quiet pride Shylah didn't even know she possessed.
"Shylah. That's a pretty name! That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen, you've got an amazing amount of magic. I've never seen anything like that! Where are you from? You should come inside for a bit, have some coffee, tea, cake... You look exhausted. We owe you a lot, this great big lug is too heavy for me to shift and he couldn't move." She elbowed Solariex playfully. "Come on Shy, you're our guest for as long as you like."

Shylah never left. When Kay offered for her to stay she happily agreed. She'd wandered alone for long enough. As time passed and the little clan of three expanded, Shylah became a lot more confident to the point where the shy, shrinking violet she one was became a distant memory. She is still quiet and she still dislikes large crowds but she's much more comfortable and confident. She has learned to speak her mind, to stand her ground, and to take pride in her abilities. With a family as chaotic as the one she's now a part of, she supposes it was really inevitable.





Header lyrics are from For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her by Simon and Garfunkel

Art, layout, and story by Kaylene, unless credited otherwise.