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Karalena Care - a - lean - a Female 18 ½ years of age Works at a book store 5ft 4in tall Black to the waist hair, short bangs Normal clothes include baggy jeans and a black long sleeved shirt Family history is they were/are favorites to the Gods and Goddesses Shy but fierce when it comes to loved ones Dogs: Elena, Akbash Dog female white, Duke, Newfoundland male black
The light spilt in her open window as she began to waken. Karalena looked over at her alarm clock and laughed, she always awoke one minute before her alarm clock was meant to go off. Turning it off before it could sound, Karalena got out of bed and walked to her closet and began to search for clothes suitable for work. She always dressed in pants and a dark long sleeved shirt, no matter the weather. Today was no different, Karalena chose tan low cut baggy pants, and a black belled sleeve shirt with gold embellishments at the bottom of them. She picked up her on strapped bag and threw it over her shoulder, it was often quite boring at 'Lewis and Clark book shop' and she would need something to do.
"Duke! Elena!" Karalena called. The two happy dogs came trotting in wagging their tails, as they jumped on her small, but blush bed. "You guys want to go to work with me?" the duo barked their answer as Karalena looked for her shoes. Finding the black pair, she fed her dogs and readied her own breakfast of nothing more than toast and jam. Realizing that time was passing quickly, she called to her dogs and lead them to the car. Duke and Elena jumped into their seats and got ready for a hard day of napping at their mistresses work, in short, they loved sleeping and her work was the perfect place to do so. After the ten minute drive threw a little country road. She arrived a the little shop and went in. Karalena was the first in and the last out, mostly because she always got caught up in a book or in her art work. Usually, no one came in for a half hour, but today she was graced with the presence of a nice old looking man.
"Hello," he greeted in a happy, but not too happy voice. (AN: you know when people are like 'Life is so great and prefect, lalalalala' and you want to kill them)
"Good morning sir, how may I help you?" she said, flashing a smile politely.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could donate a book." the man said pulling out a older looking book. Karalena reached out her hand to take a good look at the old book.
"Sir, this book is worth quite a lot! Why would you want to just give it away?" the book she now held delicately in her hands was a first addition that dated back to the early 1800s.
"It's been in my family for to long, and now it will go to a new family. It's yours if you want it." with that the man left without warning. Now she was intrigued, what was so special about this book? Slowly, she opened the old book cover and was met with a blinding light. Then her and her dogs were gone.
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