Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170829080349/@comment-32004538-20171024175149

That night, Angel and Night were still overwhelmed with excitement that they were back together. Silver was left alone.

Angel's white pelt reminded her of Akurle and the snow leopard.

Night's black pelt reminded her of Fade and BDK and Magi.

Quietly she stood and padded over to the book and pen, laying on the table. She picked up the pen. It was harder for her, without really being able to move it as well as gorillas, but she placed it on the paper. She frowned as she tried to think of a name for the book. Sighing, she started down the paper, not quite at the top. Somewhat sloppily, she wrote,

A Tale of the Animals Brave Enough to Risk It

She sighed, glancing over at her parents, and then continued.

Fadestep, the quiet, the teleporter.

Akurle, the kind, the shapeshifter.

Magi, the unusual, the glowing.

BDK, the fierce fighter for friends, the dragon.

Silver

She paused, staring. What traits did she have? She was clumsy, and partially insane. She was a telekinetic and hardly used her power. What was she?

With a smile, she wrote.

Silver.

Silver's a metal.

Silver's a color.

Silver is my name.

I was one of the animals to go to the forest. There I met animals who would become great friends to me.

My picture was the first to appear at the end. But I stayed, and I saw all of those others go up there too.

The Hall of Heroes.

I quite like that name.

Perhaps I wasn't heroic. Perhaps we weren't heroes in that we saved a town from a tornado. But I like to think we were heroes for being there for each other.

You can't decide whose a hero by if they have a power.

You can't decide whose a hero by if they stop lava or break down doors.

To me, a hero is a friend to those who are lost.

In that sense, we were all heroes.

She grinned, and then, at the top, added,

The Hall of Heroes