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Letro has a minion!

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Letro
Legacy Name: Letro


The Nostalgic Tigrean
Owner: Joanne

Age: 17 years, 2 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 30th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 2 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 30th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 4,366
     
  • Strength: 9,460
     
  • Defense: 7,298
     
  • Speed: 6,313
     
  • Health: 10,082
     
  • HP: 10,082/10,082
     
  • Intelligence: 5,637
     
  • Books Read: 1829
  • Food Eaten: 3
  • Job: Director of SAI


deep sea, baby



A painter of the neverending seas


I glanced down onto the pavement to the tiny globules that dripped down from my brush and made the gentlest of a plinking sound. It was odd, but, only four months and 5 days ago, I didn't even think this was real. For this pavement was not the merest of pavements. It was not made of cement as normal ones were. It was a pavement of water carved across the greatest sea. Exactly four months and one week ago, it started it's "break." The break was what happened to all sea pavements.

For, you see, they have a life span just like humans and other creatures. Once they reach their "peak", their body begins to crumble and, bit by bit, they will fall away to the bottom of the ocean. It is there that sea creatures feed on pieces of "break" and become otherworldly creatures. We call these Inami. Stories of Inami are passed down through folklore - told to little children as warnings to the great dangers out there. It was said that Inami would feed on your 'ether' if you crossed paths with one in the sea. An ether is what fuels our dreams - in the very essence, once we lose our ether, we no longer have the drive to live our lives. Those who have lost their ether are essentially shells walking on earth yet having no real purpose.

I have had the pleasure of coming across an Imami. If it weren't for Lesuwin, I would have lost my ether. In fact, it is due to Lesuwin that I now owe many aspects of my life. As I mentioned earlier, this was all fantasy to me before four months and five days. On that day I met Lesuwin. He was not much older than me, handsome and displayed the signs of having bore his weight on the world. I was at the pub after work, musk handling, when Lesuwin walked up to me.

Confidently, he spoke, 'My man!'

I looked at him offhandedly. Another prankster in the town? 'I am a man, yes. Not yours though.'

His mouth twitched and he laughed merrily.

'You're wrong! You are my man! I see it on your arm,' he said, mentioning to the large red cross emblazoned on my skin.

I hurriedly pulled down my sleeves. I was usually comfortable with baring my skin around town, for I knew everyone and there was nothing to be ashamed of. It wasn't every day people would point out your flaws.

'If you don't mind,' I said huffily, attempting to sidestep him and head out the door.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm in a strong hold and I felt my body light up on fire.

'Ahh, that's better, isn't it?'

I wasn't too sure what he was talking about. Was I feeling better after having a complete stranger grip my arm like he was about to tear it off? Yet something felt lighter. Something had cleared and… many options seemed possible. So many paths and futures played out in front of my mind.

'Got your ether back for ya!' he grinned merrily.

My what? I thought. This man was absolutely bonkers. Stranger folk have travelled past this town though…

'Look, I'm not sure what you're talking - '

'You didn't know ya ether was gone?' he questioned, 'Ah, well, excellent!' he added rather choppily.

Lesuwin appeared much more chipper which I should have regarded suspiciously. However, I was more preoccupied with getting as far away from this man as possible - even if I had to go to the deepest parts of the sea. I grabbed some of the ice from my drink and threw it in his face as I ran for the door. No one would notice, of course. There were fights here every other hour and everyone just went on about their own business as usual.

My legs worked on their own as they led me away from Lesuwin and towards my house. Pardon me. Can we really call it a house? A little shack my dad fostered from surrounding material which he gratuitously passed down to me.

As I walked inside, the interiors glared at me. Years and years of paintings hung on the wall on scrappy pieces of paper, smooth pieces of bark and anything else I had managed to salvage. It was easy to find material. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing on earth - I didn't have paper or canvas like artists did. But I managed. The paintings were dark and dull; not due to my lack of expertise but from the coal I used. Paint and brushes and pencils - they were all expensive. I found coal littered all over the floor and used it instead.

Tick. Tick tick tick tick. Tick tick.

The lantern absolutely refused to turn on sometimes.

Tiiiiiiiiiiiick~

At last, a tiny flame emerged and lit up a fraction of the room. I turned around to warm my back.

'Master! Master, master, master, master! MASTER, MASTER, MASTER!'

In a split second my face froze in horror. Was there someone in my house? How could that possibly be? I whipped around with my fists clenched, ready for the end.

Instead, something… peculiar greeted me.

'Master, master!' it grinned.

A tiny something looked up at me. With bright bulging eyes and absolutely glowing, golden skin. With a short body and… short everything. It wore a black suit and a beige beret. I glanced around the room to see if, like before, someone was playing a prank on me.

C.I. by Plipkat

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