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Feliciandiana, a very short witch with a rather long name, was rather a loner, but she knew no other way of life. She enjoyed quiet treks to the shore of the sea which was quite near her home, a modest domicile created from the hollow trunks of several ancient trees that had fused together when they grew. She owned very few things of any value; aside from her cot, her pots, and her herbs and charm ingredients, the only thing she had inherited from her predecessor was a magical clock that was supposed to affect the passage of time. She'd never gotten it to work properly, so it sat as a rather out-of-place decoration on her tiny table.

One morning, on one of her seashore jaunts, her eyes happened across a feebly flopping creature. Squatting beside it in the cool sand, she realized that it was a baby sea turtle, laying on his back. Flipping it over, hoping that being righted was all the creature needed for freedom, Feliciandiana noticed that it had several holes in its little body and shell - probably from an attacking bird looking for a meal. Clucking to herself, she picked the baby turtle up and took him back to her home.

All day and on towards evening, she worked her magic on the creature, hoping to help him heal. At times, she was fearful of losing him, as he was in such poor shape.

Feliciandiana realized that her magic enough would not be enough to hold off Death. As a last hope, she took down the only true item of value - her clock - and slowly dismantled it. Different parts, sturdy metal gears and plates, were magically infused to the little turtle's body where he had the largest injuries, and the witch muttered hopeful spells over him the entire time she worked.

At a loss for further ideas, and exhausted anyway, Feliciandiana finally had to rest. She made the turtle as comfortable as she could in a small bowl she lined with grass, and went to sleep.

Upon waking early in the morning hours, Feliciandiana's ears caught a gentle sound of skittering. She hurried to the source - the turtle's bowl - and looked down to see the little thing peering up at her with huge bright yellow eyes. The parts of his body that had been sealed with clock parts seemed fully healed! The clock's magic had been enough to speed up the areas of just those spots, so their healing could progress.

From that time on, Feliciandiana could be seen on the beach with an unusually sparkling creature following in her wake - rather more quickly than a turtle should. He was as loyal as a dog. And as turtles can live very long lives, even if slightly sped up, Feliciandiana never lived another day alone.

She found she didn't mind that at all.