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- Art by Thovatos
✖ "Ms. Xae-Chai-Zay..."
"You can refer to me as Ms. Salvadora." Xaelyndre looked
down at the doctor. You could hardly tell that her knee
was so swollen it looked like a small tumor.
"Ms. Salvadora," The doctor pushed up his glasses,
nervously, anticipating the tantrum that would occur with
the next statement he was about to make. "You have a
really bad ACL tear. With surgery you will be able to swim
and do gymnastics again, but I don't think you'll ever be
back to your Olympic level status." He said quickly before
bracing himself for the onslaught. "What? I don't think I
heard you right. Obviously the surgery will fix my leg and
I'll be back to training. Right?" Xaelyndre's voice got really
low as she spoke. She had to keep calm. Clearly one of
her competitors had paid this doctor to make her quit right
after she qualified for this year's Olympics! She was just
eighteen, one of the youngest, yet most talented, Olympic
athletes. She had many awards for swimming and
gymnastics alike. Swimming was her life. She went from being
a regular kid to one internationally known. It opened so many
doors for her. Swimming helped her fly above anything that
happened. When her parents divorced, she won the Nationals.
When her dad married a terrible witch, she won ten thousand
dollars in a swimming tournament. Without the water, who was
she? If she couldn't fly through the anti-gravity of water, what
could she do? Xaelyndre did go off on the doctor. She did the
surgery. She did all the physical therapy available in the world.
She never did swim as well as she used to. But now when she
swims, she does some backstrokes then stops. She imagines her
water wings that kept her through everything.
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bird wrote:Xaelyndre walked down the beach, remembering the
times when she used to come to train. The current
provided enough resistance for her to be faster
when in a stagnant pool. She tightened her knee
brace, the result of her overworking herself at
every chance she got, and waded into the water.
Short after the entered, she heard loud peeps for
help. Well, she assumed it was for help, anyway.
She looked around the beach, confused. It was
after midnight, her favorite time to swim without
a crowd. Her eyes locked onto a baby bird,
clearly abandoned and soaked. It was being carried
away by the current! She swam to it as fast as she
could, ignoring the pain she felt in her knee.
Xaelyndre carried the bird in her paws and found her
way out of the water. Looking at the bird in a clearer
light, it was an albino. That much was clear. Perhaps
it had been left behind by its family for not looking like
them. Ah well, she covered it in her towel and left it
there. It would find its way and she would get a new
towel. Xaelyndre started to walk away, shivering
slightly at the evening breeze. The plover, scared to
be alone again, escaped the warm towel and started
to hop after her, eventually gaining the courage to fly
to catch up. "What the...?" Xaelyndre looked back to
see the thing flying after her. "Leave me alone you
pest!" She started running at this point, annoyed that
the thing seemed to have imprinted or whatever those
pests do. The bird landed right in her tail and bunched
itself up in it.
Long story short, the bird is an albino Plover and has
a little cage in her tail. His name is Saint Blanc.
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