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[attr="class","shadowsHead"]Stray Kitten in Kiten!
A well-paying aristocrat has lost her precious kitty and needs somebody to help her find it! She’s been so stressed about it that she’s requested the help of the Magic Knights in her endeavors, asking them to “quickly find Mrs. Snugglepuff before it’s too late!”
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]Details
Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1000 [break]Location: Kiten [break]Special Requirements: NA
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]NPC Information
There are no NPC's for this mission. [break][break]
Amon's day had started like any other in the life of a Magic Knight, but little did he know that it would lead him down a path he had never tread before. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on the courtyard of the Purple Orcas' headquarters as he received the mission request. The parchment bore an air of simplicity that clashed with his expectations: "Find lost kitty...reward for safe return..."
He sighed, his breath forming a faint mist in the crisp morning air. Such frivolous missions were hardly his cup of tea. Amon had always been drawn to grand quests and epic battles, yearning for adventure that would test his mettle and courage. But today, fate had thrown him an unexpected curveball, and he found himself reluctantly agreeing to help find a missing cat. The Magic Knights were facing a staffing shortage, and he didn't have much choice.
As he approached the lavish estate described in the mission request, the opulence of the place struck him. The estate was a sprawling mansion with manicured gardens that seemed to stretch into eternity. A sense of unease welled up within Amon as he realized that his extraordinary talents as a Magic Knight were about to be put to use for something as mundane as a missing feline.
Moments later, a distressed woman emerged from the estate, her footsteps quick and her eyes filled with tears. Lady Elise was an embodiment of aristocratic grace, her gown flowing elegantly, her jewelry catching the sunlight. She appeared to be in her late thirties, and her face was etched with worry. Her voice trembled as she extended a trembling hand toward Amon. Oh, thank heavens you're here! she cried, dabbing her eyes with a lace handkerchief. My precious Mrs. Snugglepuff has been missing for two days now. I'm sick with worry!
Amon nodded politely, his eyes reflecting both sympathy and a trace of bemusement. He replied with utmost sincerity, I'll do my best to find her, Lady Elise. Can you tell me the last place you saw her and any other details that may help in the search?
With a weary heart, Lady Elise led him to the enchanting gardens of her estate, where the fragrance of blooming flowers filled the air. She spoke with a fondness reserved for true pet lovers, describing Mrs. Snugglepuff's habits, her favorite napping spots, and the peculiarities that made her unique. Amon listened intently, noting the smallest of details, as if solving a puzzle.
As he examined the area, the meticulously manicured gardens revealed no immediate clues. Amon began walking the perimeter, his sharp eyes scanning for any signs of disturbance. The grand gate, a testament to wealth and security, stood firmly closed, and the garden walls soared high, making it impossible for a cat to scale them. It was evident that Mrs. Snugglepuff was still somewhere within the estate grounds.
Throughout his exploration, Lady Elise lingered anxiously, her eyes never leaving Amon. Do you think she could have gotten trapped somewhere? she asked, her worry manifesting in the furrowed lines on her forehead. Amon assured her that he would be thorough in his search, promising not to leave a single stone unturned.
Two hours turned into a relentless search, with Amon checking every nook and cranny of the estate, scrutinizing the treetops, and tapping on various hedges, hoping to elicit a response. The vivid colors of the flowers blurred into a mosaic of worry and anticipation. But Mrs. Snugglepuff remained elusive, as if she were playing an elaborate game of hide and seek.
Just when Amon began to doubt his own investigative abilities, he stumbled upon a small hole in the stone wall, partially concealed by ivy. It was an unexpected revelation that rekindled his determination. Mrs. Snugglepuff had managed to squeeze through that gap, and it was the breakthrough he had been searching for.
Returning to Lady Elise with newfound hope, Amon questioned the estate's staff and groundskeepers. The gardener, with a weathered face marked by years of outdoor labor, mentioned hearing faint meows from the direction of the nearby woods. Amon's heart raced, and he hurried to investigate.
Pushing through the dense underbrush, he listened closely, his senses acutely attuned to the environment. After a short while, he picked up the sound of distressed meowing, faint but unmistakable. Following the sound deeper into the woods, Amon called out reassuringly, his voice resonating through the trees. It was a moment of connection, a shared understanding of fear and hope.
Before long, a pair of yellow eyes peered out from a hollow log, glistening with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. There you are, Amon murmured softly. He approached slowly, speaking with a soothing tone. Mrs. Snugglepuff eyed him warily, her fur matted and her paws bearing the signs of her time in the wild. It was clear that she had been surviving on her own for days, a testament to her resilience.
Amon opened a pouch of dried meat from his supplies and offered her a piece, extending it with care. Mrs. Snugglepuff hesitated, her instincts battling with her hunger, but ultimately, hunger won out, and she darted forward to snatch the treat. It was a pivotal moment, a bridge of trust between two beings, one magical and one ordinary.
Patiently, Amon coaxed her out bit by bit, offering more pieces of dried meat and speaking soothingly. It took time, but Mrs. Snugglepuff gradually allowed him to pick her up, her frail form fitting snugly in his arms.
Dirty and thin, she was a far cry from the regal cat that had once roamed Lady Elise's estate. Nevertheless, she nestled comfortably in Amon's arms as he began the journey back to the estate. Her trust in him was evident, her eyes reflecting a blend of gratitude and weariness.
As he returned to the estate with the lost cat cradled in his arms, Lady Elise's eyes welled up with tears of joy. She embraced Mrs. Snugglepuff with a tenderness that was almost overwhelming. Oh, Mrs. Snugglepuff! My darling, you're safe! The cat endured the smothering embrace with the same aloof indifference that only a cat could muster.
Amon was profusely thanked by Lady Elise, who attempted to press a heavy sack of gold coins into his hands as a token of gratitude. He politely refused, his eyes conveying a sense of satisfaction that transcended monetary value. Just doing my duty, he demurred. In truth, seeing the woman happily reunited with her cat was reward enough for him, an experience that enriched the tapestry of his life as a Magic Knight.
As Amon left the estate, he glanced back one last time to see Lady Elise cradling little Mrs. Snugglepuff. The cat, now back in her element, was busily grooming herself on a luxurious silk pillow. The sight brought a genuine smile to Amon's face, one that lingered as he walked away. Perhaps these minor missions weren't so bad after all. The missing kitty was now safely home, and in its own way, that was a triumph worthy of any Magic Knight.
With a heart warmed by a different kind of victory, Amon left the estate, ready for whatever mission might come his way next, no matter how unexpected or whimsical it may be. The beauty of the mission, he realized, lay not in its grandeur but in the simplicity of reuniting a beloved pet with its owner, in the fleeting moments of genuine human connection that it brought to the forefront. As Amon's footsteps carried him into the distance, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows and illuminating a path of duty, compassion, and unexpected adventures yet to come.
Post by Amaya Ravencrest✾ on Oct 26, 2023 15:17:07 GMT -5
Hello I will be grading you today:
you get 610 yul
1 Star
Note for the future: I would suggest not using Impact as your font as it greatly hurts the eyes I would also say keep the font normal as it can look to any grader that you are hiding something more in the text even if you are not. I would also request you use " Qoutations" To indicate who is talking as it does help on top of the colored text.
