Belongs to WEST LANDS
ACADEMY RECORD:
Name: Lenore Vale
Occupation: Gothic Poet
Known for: Dark poetry, sharp crystal amulets, and helping her sister.
Literary style: Under review.
Current status: Entered the poetry contest.
Developed by Indigo Alchemist , Formula available: Basic
KNOWN BACKGROUND:
Fly, you cursed witches,
through thickened clouds of woe,
with crystal charms and wicked ways,
with not a drop of mercy in your hearts,
and pierce him through without remorse.
“No.” Lenore chewed on her quill. “This won’t impress anyone. No humor at all. What happened to Percival and to the whole Academy? It used to be a perfectly respectable school of dark magic and rituals, an inseparable part of the Western Lands. And now it’s a kindergarten. The worst kind.”
Maybe the gossipers are right, she thought. Maybe Ugly Max poured an entire barrel of Joke Potion into the aqueduct supplying the Academy.
“I don’t know. But I have to win the poetry contest. It’s the only way I can help my little sister Indigo get her good name back.”
Lenore thought for a moment, then began again.
I climbed a tower standing high,
and marveled at the splendid view.
I spat with passion from the sky,
and with last night’s spit, I think I blew
a hole in the ground, a hungry maw!
“Much better!”
Lenore rolled up the papyrus, mounted her broom, and flew off toward the Academy.
And yes, she stretched one arm dramatically forward, clutching her sharp crystal amulet.
Out of habit.