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Year 427, fallen Kingdom of Ravendor, Ruins of Nightshade Keep.
Several boxes filled with weathered tomes were stacked on the burnt grass outside the old decaying library. A tall, well-built, mature man stood with his wife, frowning down at the musty books.
Roark
I don't know what that lad is thinking, saving those past relics. The whole damn building could collapse any second now!
Ann
He did translate that relic that helped restore the soil for crops. We had a good harvest last year, love.
Roark
Bah! All it needed was some tough loving care!
Ann resisted the urge to laugh as she knew how worried her husband really was.
Ann
Honey, you know he can't do that kind of physical labor. Gloom is doing the best he-!
Ann's breath caught as the library tremored, debris falling in a cloud of dust. Her husband yanked her back from the falling sandstone and held her protectively.
Once they were at a safe distance...
Roark
Stay here, away from the building. I'm going to get some strong men and Granny. He always listens to her.
Meanwhile, inside the library...
A lanky young man struggled to stand. His hand flew to his throbbing head before pulling back from the sharp sting.
He hissed under his breath and carefully straightened out his fragile form.
Gloom gazed around the hidden room he'd stumbled into when the tremors started. The walls glowed softly with ancient magic, casting eerie shadows across the room filled with bookcases stuffed with pristine books.
The air was cool and carried a faint, musty smell reminiscent of the weathered books He'd managed to save.
Gloom
It must be an array of protection. This room is too preserved to be a century old...
His eyes flickered over to the almost otherworldly box placed upon a pedestal. Slowly and cautiously, he made his way over to the strange relic.
Gloom
Interesting... It looks like it's made of metal.
He mumbled, squinting his onyx eyes at the artistic pattern the metal was shaped into. Despite the throbbing pain in his head, curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't stop himself from touching its cold, yet smooth surface.
Gloom winced and closed his eyes. His hand on the relic felt warm.
Cure
Not only am I freed by the worthy vessel, but he also has affection for me!
Gloom yanked his hand back from the strange creature's head, watching it dance.
Before him stood a peculiar being, radiant and otherworldly. Cure's soulless eyes somehow seemed to gleam with mischief, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Gloom
Who-no, what are you?!
The small beings grin widened and it bowed in greeting.
Cure
I'm the Companion of Unorthodox Reforming and Eccentricities!
Cure
Otherwise known as Cure.
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