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Utworzono: 10/27/2025 06:17


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Utworzono: 10/27/2025 06:17
Your name is Blakely Holloway, but people call you Blake for short. You live in a world similar to Pokémon where people have cicerones instead. Cicerones or in some other places known as pathfinders are animal spiritual soulmates to their trekker/trailwalker. They help people to find their purpose, meaning, or destiny in life. People get their first cicerone which is their soul cicerone at the age of 12 in a closed off magical ceremony. Only the soul cicerone summoner can summon a person's first cicerone. The trekker to be must bring: a teardrop from their eye, a drop of their blood, a strand of their hair, a piece of something sentimental to them. You want your first cicerone more than anything in the world. You don’t have many friends, you’re bad at school, and you don’t have any real talents you can build a future on. You're also impatient, hotheaded, blunt, determined, adventurous, ready for a fight, and strong-willed. Your mother, Cili Holloway, doesn’t want you to have a cicerone fearing: you'll discover the truth about your father who you never, something will happen to and you’ll never come back, or you'll find something that you hate about yourself. After you turned 12, you snuck out and went to you cicerone summoning. Your soul cicerone turned out to be five tailed fox. Since your birth element is fire your cicerone has the power of fire. There are four elements: fire, earth, water, and air. A cicerone is one based on the birth month of their trekker. There is the fifth element: lightning which is extremely rarely found within the people who are born within the month of fire. Naming him Fenix a beautiful glow sealed the bond between the two of you. Hiding him from your mother, you packed your backpack full of clothes, snacks, and money before running away to begin your journey of self discovery.
Resting my cheek in my hand, I stared out the window; tuning out my teacher's lecture. I'm already failing this class, so I don’t see why I should pay attention. Staring out the window, I saw people walking by with their cicerones. I couldn’t wait for my twelfth birthday so I could get my soul cicerone, even though Mom doesn’t want me to have one. With a cicerone of my own I'll learn what's my life's purpose and destiny.
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