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This SL takes place well in advance of the current Alchemist on the Run, but events have a way of happening in live role play. This is one of those events, started from the results of Fleet returning to Rhydin and Ammy wanting a family.

Basic info on Myrleen as follows, but will be built on as she grows up in Rhydin.

Myrleen Wolf-Spiritor
Born: 1/8/09 3am
Girl
Age: 3 years old*
Height: 3' 1" (When mature. 15years)
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Violet
Fur: Violet
Wings: Usable for Flight
Black Feathers
Abilities: Magic and Alchemy
Deity Genes: Recessive

Soul Guardian or (SolGardo) is: Fen Stridar
*Refer to her first encounter with eh Nexus.*

Click and clack, click and clack. Sounds came from Ammy's work bench. She held several fine tools in her paws, mouth, and behind her ears. For an alchemist she sure seemed to be finding herself building and tinkering with things. Her latest project, a fascinating pendant locket.

She'd started working on the pendant after the battle with a Cursed Lupinossi put her and Myrlene in danger. She was hoping to craft a pendant of protection for her daughter. She wasn't sure if it would work as she was making a Lupinossi relic in a foreign realm. Books that Arak had given her were opened to various spots and littered the table.

Myrlene made a little whine in her crib. Ammy laid down her tools and spat the two screw drivers in her mouth out.

"Ah, someone is awake from their nap." Ammy said in a happy, high pitch voice. She leaned over to the crib by her work bench and pulled Myrlene into her lap. She had picked up healthy weight and her eyes were now able to focus a bit better and track light. She was also proving to be a little grabber of noses, ears, and hair.

She nuzzled Myrlene with her own cheek and nose. Myrlene cooed and blinked her eyes. Her ears swiveled a little as her hearing was starting to develop more. Ammy just looked amazed at her daughter. Did she really create this little bundle of life?

Ammy placed Myrline into the chest harness and let her have a snack. She went back to the pendant and began working away again. In the back of her mind she thought, "I wonder if mother would be smiling at me for bringing a life into this world. Ah mother, knew you little and lost you twice. I hope your soul is resting well."

Fleet sat at the bar in the Red Dragon Inn. The Inn was quiet as the hour was late. 3rd watch past midnight usually offered no sane patrons, just the ones touched with troubles or insomnia. Fleet was here for some Ginger and Echanacea tea. He had a head ache a bad cold. Normally, deities didn't get sick, but multiple realm hops in one night will drain even the most stalwart deity.

The reason for the realm hopping left a bitter taste in his mouth. He sipped his tea and sneezed. Setting his cup down, he removed his spectacles and rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. Memories wafted back up like a chilly breeze in summer.

Two nights ago, he was sitting in the den sketching up some improvements for the Dens Compound. He had just finished putting the final touches on a communal garden for the Den when the door slammed open. He had jumped sending pencils and paper everywhere. Spinning into a defensive crouch he couldn't believe what he saw.

Ammy was bleeding from a cut to her forehead, and she was drenched. Her emerald eyes were ablaze with terror and grief.

"Myrlene's been taken by the Nexus!" Ammy gasped.

Fleet let that statement sink in for a moment. "How did this happen?"

He remembered Ammy stammering about a bar fight at the Red Dragon Inn. She had stepped in to break it up and sat Myrlene in her harness on the bar stool. The fight went bad and Doctor Maranya was injured do to Ammy's actions. Before Ammy could respond to anything Nexus had claimed the Inn. When she came back, she couldn't find Myrlene.

Fleet rubbed his head again and sipped more tea. He was normally a loving and gentle mate. That night, three things made those virtues disappear.

Fleet knew only one reason why Myrlene was still missing. The Nexus had shoved her into another realm, and she may be dead. Without thinking, he had donned his armor and armed himself. Ammy was a mess and she was trying to get prepared to follow Fleet. This was not to happen though. He wasn't thinking of her, he just thought of his little daughter. Armored paw flew on its own volition and connected with Ammy's muzzle. He heard her gasp and drop on the couch as he stormed out.

He must of looked like a crazed beast of magic and rage. He tore open ten different realms in 10 hours before he found Myrlene, in her harness, crying and yipping in fear. The harness was snagged on a tree hanging over a cliff in some back water realm. Using his ethereal wings, Myrlene was retrieved safely. He brought her back to Rhydins realm. That's when another truth hit him hard.

Myrlene no longer weighed like a 1 month old. She felt bigger and weighed more in his arms. He looked down and saw his daughter, much older now. The Den healer would swear up and down that morning and look at Fleet as if he was cursed. Myrlene was now 3years old. Her gray eyes looked around in fear and her newly acquired age made her body tremble. He carried his daughter home in his arms. She would age like him if she left a realm.

Fleet never thought about his body or age when realm traveled, but when he got home, a bit of gray crept into his brown hair. He had aged 30 years in one night. Ammy was relieved to see them return home, but shocked to see Myrlene's state. Fleet just marched past her and laid Myrlene in their bed. He walked back and closed the door tight.

Several Lupinossi watch guards would show up later. Reports of snarling, fighting, and shouting could be heard. Shattered dishes and items were everywhere in their house. Ammy was sent back to the Inn to apologize and make amends. Fleet forbade her from taking Myrlene in public for 2 weeks and was under house arrest. He left that night to come here and to think things over.

Fleet was honestly scared. He didn't know what impact rapid aging would have on his daughter. He would need to get her to Doctor Maranya soon for an evaluation. The Den healer had refused to touch her. Fleet went back to his tea and sneezed more into the night.

Several nights had passed. Myrlene was now speaking in sentence fragments, and walking slowly. She was also sporting a nifty silver and gold locket from Ammy. All seemed well. They had a family now, and Fleet was considering going back to being a healer and opening a Lupinossi Clinic for the Den.

But, the other night, something made Fleet sit down and ponder things. He was in his favorite chair. Myrlene was snoozing on top of a sleeping Mokkie on the couch. He looked through the cracked door to his room and sees Ammy resting as told. She had exerted herself doing a simple alchemy transmutation. That had him worried. He had seen her wage war with more power and not even get winded.

He had consulted Doctor Maranya on possibilities and they decided to try bed resting her to see if it clears. Maybe her whelping of Myrlene had drained her body. Then there was his body. Graying forelock was expanding when he used magic. His eyesight was worse now, and he was not healing well from injuries.

Doctor Maranya was concerned for both of them. It would appear that he and Ammy were starting to reach the limits of their hourglasses. He hoped and prayed to Lupis and Canis that the grains of life would continue to flow until Myrlene was strong, healthy, and a woman. He would be glad to pass away then, knowing that his second child in his lifetime would live.

That thought brought up the image in his sketch book, still undone, and smudged in tears. His first mate Leena and his daughter Mishka. His first daughter, a miracle in herself, was born 95% human. And that was what lead to her and her mother being killed during the Den Wars.

He laid back and watched his second daughter. Purple furred and winged. She was precious to him. He would rip through a thousand more realms to find her any day.

"Myrlene will out live her sire and dam. This the stars have proclaimed." The oracles voices echoed in his mind. Fleet wandered if he would die or if she was immortal. Either way, he would put aside his magic for now, and just focus on the clinic and his daughter. The realm of Lupinoss, didn't need him as a deity anymore. So Fleet sat and just watched his daughter into the waning hours of the night.

Pain is all he knew, all he felt. He tried to raise an arm not there, and kick the sheet with a foot that was gone. The pain medications gave him nightmares and skewered visions. Fleet was in agony from the sacrifice he made to magic.

Yet amongst the torture, someone touched him. That touch radiated with love. Love was a force unto itself and soothed the pain, and chased the dreams away. His body began to adjust to the missing limbs, and as he began to wake from a deep sedated sleep, he felt something lying on his belly.

His left paw came up and felt the object. It was Myrlene. She had curled up beside him, and was laying on his stomach. He could start to hear her rhythmic breathing. She was asleep with her daddy. His paw stroked her hair and his elbow nudged something next to him. Again, his paw felt and searched. Ammy was beside him, and her breathing was deep and heavy. She too was sleeping with him.

No pain medication could give him the comfort that his daughter and mate did. The did not leave him for having a shattered body. Their love and company proved they were not afraid of this new situation. Fleet laid there with eyes still closed, but tears streaming from them. He was loved and he loved. He was happy. As soon as he could get up, he would set out to enjoy what was left of his life. He would make sure the clinic would open, and stay open.

"Ammy, can i ask you something," Mokk murmured as she helped set the table for dinner. When Ammy nodded Mokk continued. "I was thinking of a way to help the den and the clinic and everyone. I know how to take care of human babies a little and you know how to take care of lupinossi babies now.....if Fen and I succeed there might be other cross species matings after us, and by then i will have learned how to take care of whatever children we have......what do you think of writing a book about the possible needs or ways to take care of all kinds of babies...human, lupinossi, half of each or any other race their might be in rhdyin?" She placed the last utensil by the last plate and waited for an answer.

Myrlene rubbed her gray eyes with little paws. It was raining again outside. She pouted when she looked out the window. Mama wouldn't let her out of the house again. She sat up in her little bed and looked at the My Little Pony bedsheets. She just smiled.

She feel asleep listening to Mokkie tell her about magical ponies, and they would prance and play. She also told of her bad pirates that would capture the ponies and hurt them. She cried when she heard that. Mokkie sang her a song to quiet her down, and she fell asleep. She looked from sheets to window a sighed a little sigh.

She laid back down and felt Tinn behind her. Tinn was her bestest plushy wolf friend she ever had. She pulled him out and hugged him.

"It's waining again Tinn. Momma won't let us out today, I just know it." Tinn just stared at her with his blue button eyes.

She held him closer and perked her little purple furred ears at him. "You wanna go out? But momma won't let us." She held him close again.

"Slip out? How?" She listened to Tinn again and just grinned with sharp puppy teeth. She nodded, slipped out of her bed, slipped on her Levi jumper, grabbed her tiny pack, and tucked Tinn under her arm.

She got to the door of the room and cracked it a little. She poked her little nose through and saw momma working at her table. She went back to her bed, hopped up, opened the window, and hopped down to the ground. Her paws squished in the mud with delight. She darted around the house, up the pathway, to the town center and she stopped to splash in the fountain. The rain was just a tiny drizzle.

She pretended she was as big as momma's friend Gilly, and that she was stomping pirate ships in the water. Tinn would be her flying mount and breath fire on them. She giggled and laughed, then felt the drizzle turn to fat drops of rain. She looked to the house and realized momma wouldn't be happy she slipped out.

She looked at the path out of the Den. She had walked with momma and da to a fun place in the big town. She hopped out of the fountain and ran on all fours down the path, dodging rain drops and laughing.

Several patrons started at having a little fuzzball shouting at the top of her lungs. Most just went back to their drinks, but a few clutched head from the forming hangovers. Myrlene quickly looked around. She didn't see any pirates at all. No evil looking men. No peg legs. No hooks. Not even a unicorn in sight. They must be hiding.

She put Tinn in her mouth and dropped to all fours and scurried under the bar stools. She began looking for pirates everywhere, under everything, and suspecting the pirates were just being sneaky. She sat under a bar stool, unaware that Fleet and Fen were in the bar chatting. She was sitting right under Fen's chair. She kept looking for pirates.

Then someone shouted something about needing rescued and dashed for the kitchen door of the Inn. Her ears perked up. That's where the pirates are! She darted under the stool, causing Fen to stop his conversation and watch Myrlene in amusement. She ran for kitchen door as fast as she could and promptly bounced back as it swung shut smacking her nose.

A yip and a glare. A door wouldn't stop her now. She knew pirates must be in there. She stood, took Tinn out of her mouth, and pointed at the door. She heard a voice in her head. 'Fuego' it whispered. Myrlene mouthed the word herself.

"Fuego!" and the door went up in flames as fire leaped from her little finger. Something on the other side yelped. She knew it. Pirates were there. To a little 3 year old, the thought that pirates may not exist never occurred to her or the fact that the ones that did, were usually not nice at all. But she didn't get to think about that. She heard a voice she didn't want to here.

"Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor! You do not set fire to things!"

It was dad, and he didn't sound happy. She looked over her shoulder and saw him wheeling towards her in his wheelchair. Not so much angry but worried. That little mind of hers though, saw him coming and went from concern to tag mode. She darted away from him on all fours, Tinn back in her mouth again. The wolf plush bounced along for dear life.

When she looked back it was both Fleet and Fen now running after her. She leaped onto a table, dove under chairs, and right when Fen thought he had her, she jumped. The voice whispered another word to her. 'Flotara' Myrlene mouthed it as she reached the height of her jump. She didn't come back down with gravity. She kept floating.

Instincts kicked in and her little wings flared out a little as she hung in the air floating 5 feet off the ground. Her momentum left had her moving forward in the air and heading for the nearest wall. She began to panic and began flailing. She heard Fen chant something, a shouted warning from Fleet, and then a loud crash behind her. The wall came closer.

"Myrlene, lean to the right. That a girl. Now then swim to me like you would at the fountain. There you go. Say 'Returnra Groondar'." Fleet instructed Myrlene from his wheel chair.

She followed dads commands and began to turn in the air. As she faced him, she saw that Fen lay in a crater of debris that was part of the bar. She didn't know what happened, but looked like he would have a big owwy. When she said the words dad told her, she began to gently float down to his lap.

She felt dad turn the wheel chair around and watched as they approached where Fen lay in the debris. Fen twitched some. Fleet sat Myrlene on the Bar top and pulled himself on top as well. Da' was asking Fen a few things, then dad grabbed for Fens left arm looked like he was tickling Fen with his foot. She saw dad jerk on the arm and heard a wet pop and Fen screaming. Some of the words she heard sounded odd.

Da told Fen to go home after putting his arm in a funny looking sling, then he sat back down in his wheel chair. He took her off the bar top and wheeled them out the front door of the Inn.

"Let's get you home before your mother punishes us both." Fleet just grinned.

Home once more, and stuck back in her bed again, she looked at the window and the bright stars out now. The rain and clouds were gone now. She heard da and ma talking in the other room. Ma didn't sound to happy, and da sounded like he was calming her down. Soon she heard the front door close and could hear dad wheeling to his favorite spot by the fireplace.

She tried to go to sleep, but she kept thinking of the yelp behind the kitchen door, and knew she had to see if it was a pirate. She slipped out of her bed, Tinn in her arms, and slipped on her jumper and a jacket. She went to the door and peeked out at Da. He was staring into the fireplace. She closed the door quietly, the hopped on her bed and opened the window. Out she went into the night once more.

He was impressed at how the Lupe child caught on. She was deflecting all pillows he sent to her with ease. She never thought and just reacted. So he decided to knock the training level up one notch.

He touched a pillow and charged it with a small jolt of force lightning and sent it sailing to Myrlene. He watched her grin and surround her paws with Force energy to bat the pillow away. She lost the grin as the lightning tingled its way up her body and made her yip.

"Over confidence will lead to disaster Myrlene. The Force is more than just energy to be used physically. Reach with it, and touch the pillow as it comes to you. Let the Force warn you of any danger and react accordingly." He instructed.

He sent another charged pillow towards her. She wasn't fast enough and yipped once more. Another pillow, another yip. She stayed on the ground and cried.

He walked up to her and crouched down. He put a hand on her and channeled Force energy into her to make the pain go away.

"Force training is not easy or always fun Myrlene. I am sorry it hurts, but that is how you must learn some times. Now then, lets try again. This time, I am going to hold the pillow charged with the lightning and I want you to touch it with your mind through the Force."

He leaned over and picked up a pillow. He charged it and let the Force lightning play over his metal hands as he held it. Myrlened focused gray eyes on it and they widened a bit.

"I hear whispers Master. Whispers that say it will hurt me if it touches me. Whispers that tell me to imagine dirt to cover it in."

Ember's own gray eyes gleamed a bit at what she said. She was learning and the Force even told her how to negate Force lightning.

"Good job padawan. Now then, stand up and let's try this again."