I gave him a bandage if that’s ok. Name: Fernheart Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Age: Nobody really knows Story?: A desolate volcanic world with a dead sun. That’s all he knows. He walks sullenly across the hard ground every day, crossing lava streams and ravines to get to the last forest on the planet. One wrong foothold and you’ll be one of the last to die on this broken rock. When he finally gets to the forest, he scavenges for scraps, many days going home with an empty belly. *thump* *thump* His paws thud against the rocks. *thump* *thump* He is heading back from a fruitless journey to the forest. *thump* *thump* *slip!* He falls headfirst into a lava-filled ravine. *snatch!* Giant talons grab him in midair. He pants heavily then looks up. What rescued him? A giant orange eye stares back at him. Giant black wings make up most of its shape. :a Xcar!: The thought flits across both of their minds. The Xcar looks at him, and flies away, taking Fernheart with it. They pass over more and more rock until they are going so fast Fernheart’s world soon turns black. When he wakes up, he is not in a place of death and terror anymore. He is in a place of life and happiness. :am I dead?: He wonders. :No, my child.: The Xcar thinks back to him. :Quite the opposite: It is said that Fernheart was not the first to be helped by the Xcar, nor the last. When he died, he died with peace, and joined the ranks of the Spirit Order, a order that is like a council for sprits.
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