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This is the tale of a genius, of a wondrous entity... of a psychedelic plushie. So what, I'm crazy, but it happened. It's true! This plushie was made on a far away planet. A planet people say called Lyria. It was a fluke plushie really, no-one knows how it became sentient. But it did. Was it the magic from the temple? from the creatures living in the enchanted forest? Or was it a plot from the dark side? Who knows? Fact is, it exists.
The story of how it got here is even more far sought and most likely it is one of those stories people embellished on. No, I'll tell you what I think happened. This planet Lyria didn't exist in a vacuum. People got there through worm holes, through vortexes and by magic... It's safe to assume not all of them stayed there after they impressed a dragon. I think one of them took the plushie and brought it to another planet. Maybe it received it's powers in the cross, who can tell? Fact is after that first trip everywhere the plushie went strange things happened.
It was lost by it's first owner and found by a ship's captain who wanted to give it to his daughter. During his trip home the ship ran in some serious trouble and only by a miracle did they reach safety. At that time no-one suspected the plushie of course. They were just lucky.
The captain went home, forgetting about the plushie in the rush. It waited a year on the attic while he was on leave. In that year his daughter, a small cheerful child became ill and faded. In what were to be her last days the captain, for unknown reasons sought refuse on the attic. There he saw the plushie, laying on top of a few crates. Thinking it may be the last time he would see his daughter smile he took down the plushie and gave it to her. She did smile, and for many years after doctors wondered about her strange recovery afterwards. A miracle they called it. But we know better now. The plushie was the girl's companion until it was passed on to her children and so forth. Her family was lucky those years, no illnesses, no problems, no sudden deaths.
But there is always a time for leaving. And so it came that the plushie again got lost in the universe. Twenty years later it surfaced again between an alien tribe of low-intelligence creatures. They lived in barren surroundings and no-one knew how they kept themselves alive. Finding the plushie they suspected they had eaten it's owner that must have crashed down not long before.
But we know better. The plushie finds who needs it.
The tribe was quarantined, probed and released in better settings but monitored for any remaining cannibalistic tendencies. None were seen. The plushie lay stocked in a government facility for years until a scientist found it and smuggled it out to his children. An uneventful period again for the plushie. The family moved a few times and in one of them, they lost the crate containing the plushie.
This is where we start. The box, sealed, with only a few blankets and a plushie inside it disappeared and reappeared on a planet lightyears away. There it was found by a wandering band of gypsies who saw in the colourful patterns of the plushie one resembling an old family crest. They kept it and prospered, once again rising to a high status in the society.
But again the box after a while was lost... the plushie had done it's job instead. But it was left with a question. Where to go now? And that was when it picked up a signal. A sponsor-themed clutch. Little pure creatures, like all the others had been, for it to protect. Doing more then just keeping them safe, but also raising them, being their guidance.
The plushie rejoiced and found it's way to the clutch through several carrier holds and vortexes on a journey too magical to explain to ones that don't yet fully believe. And now it's here...

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Time did not mean much to the plushie. But not too much time had gone by. Yet the two charges it had picked up were thriving. The plushie had learned in it's previous encounters that some setbacks were needed to help stimulate children. So it gave but also held back. It could not communicate, but both the lightly coloured drak and the darkly coloured gryphon knew that the plushie would not deny their direct requests.
"Icecream!" Impressionante begged.
"Strawberries on top!" Clouded Feather of the Midnight added, already salivating at the thought.
The plushie considered this would not be too much of an indulgence and suddenly two large helpings of icecream with strawberries appeared.
"You're the best!" Impressionante sighed, "If only you could talk."
"If only you could walk and fly!" the gryphon added.
But some things could not be granted. To speak and walk and fly would take up too much magic. So the plushie remained a spectator, indulging small wishes and protecting from harm. Until one day the time would come that they should part. In the back of it's mind, already the plushie could hear the callings of others in need.
But just once it felt the need to give a message of parting:
"Fayre thee well, may your lives be filles with joy and prosperity. And maybe one day we'll meet again..."

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