Fletcher's Win! [lotty, keepers]

[Fletcher Fairleigh]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=C8DBC1] Fletcher sighed and picked himself up off the ground yet another time. Why did the forest have to have such thick undergrowth? Some adventure this was turning out to be. The Fallen was boring, but this place wasn’t much better! Fletcher continued walking through the trees, the thick vines and shrubs tugging at his legs with every step. He managed to keep himself upright this time, but he began to realize that with all of his wandering…he really had no idea where he was. The little boy glanced around, golden eyes wide with fear. He remembered some of the older Fallen telling him that there was a pack of big cats that lived here. ..What if they were watching him right now? With a squeak, he suddenly started running, not caring which direction he went in. As long as the lions and tigers couldn’t get him! When he finally slowed down again, Fletcher found himself in a clearing where the trees opened up to reveal a strange pile of rocks. He’d seen something like them in school once, ruins of some ancient place, but frankly Fletcher didn’t care what they were. He sighed and sat down on one of them, his feet throbbing and his legs aching. It was hard being in the Menagerie! Fletch suddenly felt warm tears trickling down his face and he hastily tried to wipe them away, but they continued to flow. He felt so alone here…The Fallen were nice and everything, but they weren’t his parents. The young shifter still remembered them like it was yesterday, the way they held him when he was scared, his mother’s gentle touch and his father’s soothing words. Guilt washed over him as he realized that it was his fault he wasn’t still home with them, and never would be again. They were dead, and he was never leaving this place. “B-but I just wanna go home!” He cried, wiping his teary face on his sleeve. After a few minutes to collect himself again, Fletcher finally looked around to see where he was exactly. A glint of light caught his eye, and he stood and climbed over the rocks, heading in that direction. When he finally reached it, he let out an excited gasp. The sun’s fading light had been reflected off of the metal of… a real sword! “Whoa! I ain’t never seen something like this before!” He exclaimed, walking around the thing to get a better look. It was impressive, and nearly as tall as he was. “I’ma take this back fo’sure!” Fletch decided, excitedly grabbing the hilt of the sword with both hands. He tugged and tugged with all his might, until his arms ached as much as his legs. “Dangit!” Fletch pouted, giving up. There was only one problem… He couldn’t take his hands off of the weapon! Ooc: FLETCHIE LIVES..and is a silly. C:

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