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Witch_287_708 has a minion!
Leo the Ounce
Leo the Ounce
Witch_287_708
Legacy Name: Witch_287_708
The
Glade FeliOwner:
CherishAge: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week
Born: November 25th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: November 25th, 2011
Pet Spotlight Winner
March 10th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"Witch!"
"Get her!"
She whipped her head around at the accusation and her eyes widened with fear. Townsfolk poured into her garden, crushing her beautiful florae death. The sounds of the herb stalks breaking were like screams in her ears. She rose slowly from her floral carpet, surveying her options. There were too many of them, too many for her to get past. With no other choice, she ran.
It wasn't that she didn't know what the town thought of her; she had always known. Her snow-white hair and brilliant green eyes produced rumours from the moment she was ripped from her dying mother's womb. Every time she ventured into town, nervous whispers and wary glances followed her every move. If it weren't for the fact that her Papa was the governing Lord of the town and its people, this would have happened long before today.
But Papa wasn't here for her this time; he and the Royal Guard had been called away to a council with the King. And the people decided to act. But why? She didn't curse the townsfolk, or conjure up spirits. She brewed sweet perfumes and oils for Lords and Ladies all over the realm; even the Queen was partial to her essence of gardenia.
Her infusions cast spells on those who use it they hissed. At first, Papa was able to quell the accusations. However, as time went by, the town's hostility became tangible and ever dangerous. It got to the point where Papa forbade her and her feline companion to leave their estate; not that that prevented them from coming after her now.
Running swiftly, she dodged branches and leaped over fallen logs with the ever faithful Leo by her side. Papa had brought back Leo from an overseas trip when she was but a child. He said that Leo was special, just like her, because his spotted coat was as white as her hair instead of golden yellow.
"She's getting away!" the cry was followed by a chorus of jeers.
She nearly stumbled at the shout; the voices were much closer than she had expected. She spared a quick glance back. They were much too close. She could see their makeshift spears and fiery torches; they were much too close.
No... what's going on? She took in her surroundings bewilderingly as she ran. The thick forest was getting sparser, allowing tendrils of moonlight to caress the forest floor. Why were the trees thinning? The forest was supposed to go on for miles!
Suddenly, she burst into a clearing and skidded to a halt. No. This can't be! There must be some mistake! She looked about her wildly, her brain refusing to believe was her eyes were seeing.
Before her was a sharp cliff. It etched a cruel line spanning as far as she could see in both directions. In the darkness, she could barely make out the forest below. She would never survive the fall.
"There she is!"
She whipped around and to her horror, they were right there. She had nowhere to go. By her side, Leo snarled menacingly. His fierce loyalty touched her but in her heart she knew that he couldn't fend them all off.
The mob pressed methodically forward, each step forcing her closer to the steep drop; each step bringing her closer to certain death.
But what if? Somewhere in the back of her mind, a thought wormed through. What if the people were right after all? Witches could fly... couldn't they? Though the rational part of her mind tried to suppress the idea, the rest of her being clung onto it frantically.
In an instant, her mind became crystal clear. Calmly, she walked closer to the edge. Leo whimpered at her side, as if he could hear her thoughts. In her trance-like state, she could vaguely hear the mob behind her. They won't be fast enough to catch her. She was sure of that.
Taking a deep breath, she took a leap of faith...
...and jumped.
"Get her!"
She whipped her head around at the accusation and her eyes widened with fear. Townsfolk poured into her garden, crushing her beautiful florae death. The sounds of the herb stalks breaking were like screams in her ears. She rose slowly from her floral carpet, surveying her options. There were too many of them, too many for her to get past. With no other choice, she ran.
It wasn't that she didn't know what the town thought of her; she had always known. Her snow-white hair and brilliant green eyes produced rumours from the moment she was ripped from her dying mother's womb. Every time she ventured into town, nervous whispers and wary glances followed her every move. If it weren't for the fact that her Papa was the governing Lord of the town and its people, this would have happened long before today.
But Papa wasn't here for her this time; he and the Royal Guard had been called away to a council with the King. And the people decided to act. But why? She didn't curse the townsfolk, or conjure up spirits. She brewed sweet perfumes and oils for Lords and Ladies all over the realm; even the Queen was partial to her essence of gardenia.
Her infusions cast spells on those who use it they hissed. At first, Papa was able to quell the accusations. However, as time went by, the town's hostility became tangible and ever dangerous. It got to the point where Papa forbade her and her feline companion to leave their estate; not that that prevented them from coming after her now.
Running swiftly, she dodged branches and leaped over fallen logs with the ever faithful Leo by her side. Papa had brought back Leo from an overseas trip when she was but a child. He said that Leo was special, just like her, because his spotted coat was as white as her hair instead of golden yellow.
"She's getting away!" the cry was followed by a chorus of jeers.
She nearly stumbled at the shout; the voices were much closer than she had expected. She spared a quick glance back. They were much too close. She could see their makeshift spears and fiery torches; they were much too close.
No... what's going on? She took in her surroundings bewilderingly as she ran. The thick forest was getting sparser, allowing tendrils of moonlight to caress the forest floor. Why were the trees thinning? The forest was supposed to go on for miles!
Suddenly, she burst into a clearing and skidded to a halt. No. This can't be! There must be some mistake! She looked about her wildly, her brain refusing to believe was her eyes were seeing.
Before her was a sharp cliff. It etched a cruel line spanning as far as she could see in both directions. In the darkness, she could barely make out the forest below. She would never survive the fall.
"There she is!"
She whipped around and to her horror, they were right there. She had nowhere to go. By her side, Leo snarled menacingly. His fierce loyalty touched her but in her heart she knew that he couldn't fend them all off.
The mob pressed methodically forward, each step forcing her closer to the steep drop; each step bringing her closer to certain death.
But what if? Somewhere in the back of her mind, a thought wormed through. What if the people were right after all? Witches could fly... couldn't they? Though the rational part of her mind tried to suppress the idea, the rest of her being clung onto it frantically.
In an instant, her mind became crystal clear. Calmly, she walked closer to the edge. Leo whimpered at her side, as if he could hear her thoughts. In her trance-like state, she could vaguely hear the mob behind her. They won't be fast enough to catch her. She was sure of that.
Taking a deep breath, she took a leap of faith...
...and jumped.
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