Pet Name: Ceres
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Overgrowth Zokuleon
Born: June 6, 2009
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Choice
MisticPal Age: 4128 Days

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Level: 1
Hit Points: 34 / 34
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 14
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 26

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

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Books Read: None

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Monkeys howl and leap through the canopy. Brilliantly colored birds flit to and fro, dancing and preening. All manners of creatures crawl through the underbrush.

It is shady down here, sitting next to her slanted cottage, and quite comfortable despite the humidity.

Ah, to be home.

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"So you're finally here! Well no need to doddle, just get on with it. What exactly do you need? What do you want?"

ID No. 14F

Ceres; "to grow"

deceiving || theatrical || engaging || disorganized

"The Witch"

Ceres is a peculiar sort of witch. She is known for giving one gift to any who can answer a riddle she proposes. This is less known, but you have a choice to refuse the gift and ask for her to answer a question of yours instead. But beware! Her riddles are by no means simple. Even finding her hut is considered a great feat. Many try to find her, but get lost in the mist and the jungle.

While mystery might surround her, she herself does not feel very mysterious. She revers her infamous status and tries her best to put on a show for those who find her, hoping they will keep the story of her hut alive. Hearing whispers of her magic and talent through the trees by wanderers and adventurers brings her great amusement.

She loves company, though she does not stray far from her home. She is elderly and arthritic and is afraid that even she, herself, will not be able to find her way back home if she were to leave! All that she needs to survive is around her in the jungle.

When angered, she is very quick to retort and has been known to be particularly offensive. It is not recommended to insult or attack her outright. Bad things can happen to those that venture into the jungle with ill-intent close to their hearts.

The greatest way to impress her is to offer a riddle of your own. If you can stump her, or trick her, especially in the way of magic, she will offer you friendship, which is an arguably greater prize than the material gifts she hands out. Though, she will not be outwitted easily, so stay sharp!

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On the secret river
Breaks the furtive light of dawn
Where painted spirits dance and sing
And naught but dragons roam.

Here the mist doth thicken
To hide the winding way,
To the place where heart and soul and song
Are the one and only same.

A cottage draped in vines green and new
Rested simply in the grove,
A pillar of smoke rose from its lungs
And puffed soft tales from times grown old.

Should ye enter
Beware the witch, for a trickster and a liar she is,
And 'ere within the dreaming stone cottage
Lies the fates, in bottled grim.

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Ceres is dreaming. And she is young again.

She twisted a quill between her fingers, staring at the parchment in front of her. Wondering what to write, how to phrase it.

Her things, stuffed into one tattered suitcase, sat near the door. Quiet, patient. Waiting.

Eager.

How could she tell them she was abandoning them?

She groaned out of frustration and crumpled the paper in one hand, leaning back. She didn't want to look at the stupid thing, the ugly, blank paper. The chair creaked as she wiped her eyes. She couldn't stop crying.

A week ago the ship had come in. It carried treasures from across the great sea. They were the most beautiful, and the most valuable things she had ever seen in her life. Her passengers, once unloaded, flaunted their adventures. They talked of a land she had never seen, of a place so incredibly interesting that it put this drab little town to shame.

It is on this ship that she plans to leave.

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A child sits at the edge of a cliff, alone, watching the sea spray against the rock. It is angry and wild, receding and passive. It is a constant, and it comforts her.

She talks of adventure, of excitement, and of exploration. She is alone, but talks as if she is not, with clarity and emotion.

She talks to the ghost beside her, the invisible memory.

But a reply will never come, and she will never see her friend again.

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You promised. You would leave and have enough fun for the both of us.

There was no voice but her own in her head. Oh, how she wished it were real. Something more than a desperate wish.

There is nothing for it. She is angry and desperate, she cannot explain it. No one had cared for her little brother like she had.

No, not one of them.

Ceres got up, picked up her sad, lonely suitcase, and walked out the door.

She had left the parchment blank. The tip of the quill left a widening blotch in the upper right corner.

It was better if they didn't know why.

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Ceres belongs to Apache.

Renamed Nicolas -> Ceres

[Adopted from Starshine as an Overgrowth Zokuleon]

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