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Nanny has a minion!

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Nanny


The Sweetheart Malticorn
Owner: Moonlady

Age: 1 year, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 2nd, 2018

Adopted: 1 month, 1 week, 4 days ago

Adopted: January 10th, 2020

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Statistics


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


Anastasia Lewcaige

It dawns. You immediately feel the weight of your unruly life awakening.

You open your eyes, suddenly bewildered, not even knowing where you are.

The clarity that reaches your eyes bothers you and makes you abruptly close them briefly. However, when the pain that the bright light has caused you eases, you open them again; this time being careful, leaving your eyelids half closed, peering over the edge, and when your eyes get used to the brightness, you resume the previous action.

You look around and see that you are in a room with white walls stained with blood and mold. It is internally questioned:

-Where am I?

No matter how hard you try to remember how you got there, no memory invades your mind, for it is compromised, dealing with other matters at the moment.

You stagger to your feet, shaking your dusty, rumpled robes. Your back hurts, your head throbbing.

You walk with excessive caution, trying not to trip even with long strides.

All you want to do is come home and rest in your bed, don't you? One imagines feeling the softness, the warmth.

Lonely, contemplate your own unrestrained imagination and reach for happiness to reverberate, but then grow in your head to the brink more and more, and along with it, come back as memories I love most.

The other pains that suffered seconds ago are unmatched as now. You know they are deceitful, who always devise to be present.

Tears stream down your sweet cheeks, her soft skin shelters them.

You had remembered exactly where you were; they were the wreckage of what was left of a great war. You missed his beloved students, protected them with all his might. Brian, he was the one you loved the most; your tears were for him, the war killed him, you sob.

You open your eyes again and in front of you is the house that had been your home for some years but was torn apart by missiles and wars. The memories do not stop stunning your mind, you kneel, the wounds on your belly are huge and deep. Tears mingle with blood, pain is inevitable.

You hear noises outside the room, in an infinite corridor, are enemy soldiers carrying bodies. Around you realize that there are many dead, the smell of rotting flesh makes you dizzy.

You laugh at the silence that now dominates the room. A comical laugh, even a little cheery, but without enthusiasm.

Slowly you lie on the filthy floor, accepting that there is nothing to do. Everyone is dead, so will you. You know there is no life for you anymore. Dream of your students, your beloved Brian.

Maybe one day you'll find him again.

You will no longer wake up.

Thanks to tarot to let me adopt her!

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story by Moonlady.
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