In a small old town there lived a little old fraulein named Ophelia.

When she was born—that was, of course, a very long time ago—her parents said:

Our girl will someday be a great actress!

So they dreamed and therefore gave her the name of the famous heroine of one great play.

Little Ophelia inherited from her parents only one thing: love and admiration for the Great Words of Poets, and nothing more.

She could not become a famous actress. Her voice was too quiet. But all the same, she wanted to somehow serve art, even in the quietest deed.

There was a wonderful old theater in this little town.

And there, at the edge of the stage, there was a booth, closed from the audience by a large and seemingly sea shell. In this booth-shell, Ophelia sat every evening and whispered the words so that the artists would not stumble. And Ophelia's quiet voice was very useful here, because the audience was not supposed to hear her.

All her life Ophelia served in the theater and was happy. Gradually, she learned by heart all the great comedies and tragedies of the world, and she no longer needed to peep into the book.

And now Fräulein Ophelia grew old. And yes, times have changed. Less and less spectators came to the city theater, because the cinema appeared, and then other entertainments.

Many now had cars, and if anyone really wanted to go to the theater, they could quickly get to the nearest big city and look at much more famous artists - yes, in the end, and show yourself.

And now the time has come when the theater in a small town was closed. The actors parted, and the old Fräulein Ophelia was fired.

When the last performance ended and the curtain fell for the last time, Ofelia remained in the theater for a little while, completely alone.

She sat in her shell-booth and reminisced about her past life.

Suddenly she saw a shadow.

The shadow wandered through the wings, now increasing, then decreasing.

And there was no one around who could cast that shadow.

- Hey! Ophelia called softly. “Who is there?”

The shadow was frightened and cringed.

“I'm sorry,” the shadow said, “I didn't know there was anyone here. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm hiding here because I don't know where to go. I beg you, don't chase me away.

Are you a shadow? Ophelia asked.

Shadow nodded.

“But shadows always belong to someone.

“Not all,” said the shadow. - There are extra shadows in the world. They belong to no one, they are not needed by anyone. I'm just like that. My name is Shadow the Prankster.

- That's it ... Yes, it's very sad - not to belong to anyone.

“Very,” agreed the shadow, and sighed. – But what can you do?

“And you come to me,” Ophelia said. I don't have anyone either.

- With pleasure. But then I need to be with you all the time! And you have your own shadow.

“Yes, you will get along with each other,” said the old fraulein, and then her own shadow nodded unexpectedly.

So Fräulein Ophelia had two shadows. Not everyone noticed this, and those who noticed it were very surprised. Ofelia, of course, didn't want too much to be said about her. So she asked one of her shadows to shrink for a day and hide in her purse. There was enough room for shade.

One day old Ophelia was sitting in church and talking quietly to God. She hoped that God would hear her small voice. But for sure, she didn't know.

Suddenly, on the white wall, she saw a new shadow, very emaciated. The shadow didn't look like anything, but for some reason it plaintively stretched out its hands.

Are you a draw too? Ophelia asked.

“A draw,” the shadow sighed. “But there are rumors that someone is taking us in.” Are you not?

“I already have two shadows.

- Accept me too. It's so sad to be alone.

– What is your name?

- A vague fear.

- Well. Come to me, too,” Ophelia said. - In a bag.

Now she has three shadows.

Since then, almost every day, more and more draw shadows came to her. It turned out that there are not so few of them in the world.

The fourth shadow was called Lonely.

Fifth - Big Night.

Sixth - Never.

The seventh shadow was called - The severity of the void.

There were more and more shadows.

Little Fraulein Ophelia was poor, but the shadows, fortunately, do not need food or clothes to keep warm. Only now Ophelia's little room sometimes became very dark and cramped, too many shadows huddled in it. But new ones were coming.

The worst was when the shadows quarreled.

They argued over the best place and sometimes they just fought. Sometimes it came to real battles.

On such nights little old Fräulein Ophelia could not sleep. She lay in bed with her eyes open and in a low voice tried to calm her friends. But it didn't fade much.

Ophelia did not like quarrels, except for those quarrels and battles that sounded from the stage in the Great Tongue of Poets. And then one day an interesting thought came to her mind.

“Listen,” she said to the shadows. - Listen! If you want to live with me, you will have to learn a few things.

The shadows stopped quarreling and hid. They looked at the old woman from all corners of the little one - gomnatki.

And then Ophelia began to speak. She spoke the Great Words of the Poets, which she knew by heart.

She read slowly and sternly and demanded that the shadows follow her. The Shadows tried their best and were quite understanding.

And gradually, from the words of Ophelia, the shadows learned all the great comedies and tragedies of the world.

Now they have a completely different life.

Shadows have learned to take any form: a dwarf and a giant, a man or a bird, a tree or a horse.

At night, they often played amazing performances in front of Ophelia. And she whispered to them the words so that they would not stumble.

During the day, all the shadows, except, of course, their own, hid in a purse. Yes, they could, if they wanted to, shrink incredibly.

The neighbors could not see them in any way, but they noticed that something unusual was happening. And people don't like it.

“This old fraulein is kind of strange,” they said behind Ophelia. “We should take her to a home for the elderly.” She will be taken care of there.

“She looks crazy,” said others. “You never know what she can do!”

Once the owner of the house in which she had a room came to the old woman and said:

“I'm sorry, but now you'll have to pay double for the room.

Ofelia couldn't.

“Well, then,” said the owner, “you'd better move out. However, I'm sorry.

And so Ophelia put everything she had in her suitcase - just a little - and left. She bought a ticket, got on a train and went around the wide world, not knowing where.

And she went very far. I got off the train and went on foot - wherever my eyes look. In one hand she carried a suitcase, in the other a purse, where shadows lurked.

It was a long, long street.

Shadows came out of the purse, surrounded her and began to think what to do next.

“Actually,” the shadows whispered, “we are the reason why Lady Ophelia is in this position. We need to figure out how to help her.

And they thought for a long time, and when the old woman woke up, they told her their idea.

- Oh, that's how! Ophelia laughed. - That's a good idea you came up with.

And so Ophelia came to a village.

At the edge of the village, she saw a crossbeam on which rugs were beaten out. She took a sheet from the suitcase and hung it on this crossbar.

The shadows came out of the purse and began to play the performances that they had long learned on the sheet.

Ophelia sat at the back and prompted the artists to the Great Words of the Poets so that they would not stumble.

The kids ran away.

Then the adults came along. And everyone paid some change for an unusual performance.

Since then, Fräulein Ophelia began to walk from village to village, from one region to another, and her shadows turned into kings and jesters, into noble ladies and fiery stallions, into wizards and flowers.

People came up, looked - laughed and cried.

Soon Ophelia became famous, and wherever she came, they were waiting for her everywhere - no one had ever seen such a theater!

The audience clapped their hands, and everyone paid something. Who is bigger, who is smaller.

After a while, Ofelia even saved up some money and bought a small old car.

The artist painted it and wrote on the sides in large letters:

SHADOW THEATER OF OPHELIA

And the theater of Ophelia rolled around the world.

This is where our story could have ended, but it hasn't ended yet.

Once Fräulein Ophelia got into a snowstorm with her car and could not go further.

Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared in front of her. She was much darker than all the other shadows.

“Are you one of those, too,” Ophelia asked, “also one of those ... whom no one wants?”

"That's probably the right thing to say," Shadow said slowly.

"Are you asking me too?"

- Would you take me? Huge Shadow chuckled as he approached.

“I have more than enough shadows,” said the old woman, “but I feel sorry for you too.

"Maybe you'll know my name first?"

- What is your name?

“People call… Death.

It became very quiet. And the wind is a snowy verse.

"Do you still want to take me?" Shadow asked softly at last.

“Yes,” said little old Fraulein Ophelia. “Come to me.

And a huge cold Shadow covered Ophelia, and the light faded.

But then she got new eyes, young and clear. And no longer nearsighted. And Ophelia, even without glasses, could see where she was.

She stood in front of the Gate to Heaven. And around crowded wonderful figures in shining clothes. They smiled at her.

- Who are you? Ophelia asked.

"Don't you know?" We are the former shadows. The same ones, nobody's. Now we are saved and will no longer wander.

The gates to Heaven were thrown open - and the former shadows entered them. They took little old Fräulein Ophelia with them.

Together they approached the beautiful palace, and it was the most wonderful theater that one can imagine.

Above the entrance was written in large golden letters:

THEATER OF LIGHT OPHELIA

Since then, in this theater they have been playing human fates before the angels, and the Great Words of Poets sound in it. These words are clear even to the angels. And Poets tell about how sad and funny, miserable and majestic to be a man and live on earth.

Fräulein Ophelia whispers words to her actors. So that they don't stumble.

They say that sometimes the Lord God himself comes to listen to them. But no one knows for sure.

You know, I often sit at the computer. I've been following him most of my life. I live with my wife, I don't work. We can say, on the neck of his wife. She pays for the apartment, for utilities, for the Internet. The truth says that he will turn it off soon, because I often sit at it. Now I will tell you one incident that happened to me.

I was sitting at the computer as usual. The wife went to work. I climbed the sites interesting facts(to somehow develop). Listened to music. It was already 1:45 on the clock, I thought I was going to bed. Here I am already in bed and I hear a rustle. I understand that in all scary stories rustle, strange sounds and all that. Well, I thought I heard it. There was no more noise and I fell asleep.

I wake up from fuss on the bed. Immediately delusional thoughts climb into my head and I scream like a scream, but I fall off the bed to the floor.
- Have you completely lost your brains behind your computer?

It was the wife, so I immediately calmed down. I lay down on the bed again, hitting my head hard on the floor. My wife was sitting next to me. She was digging in her bag, looking for something. She works as a secretary in my office. Sometimes she stayed at work, then I could calmly joke around at the computer and no one would whine under my ear that they say I don’t work, I don’t do anything. In short, nothing mystical happened. But this is for now...

There my wife and I talked. I said that I heard a rustle at night, my wife just laughed.
In the evening, the wife left again (she worked the night shift).

As usual, I stayed up until two in the morning and went to bed. Suddenly another rustle, but closer. I lie down, pretending not to notice him. But in the end I got tired of it, I gathered my will into a fist and said:
“Maybe enough of the rustling already, huh?!
The noise stopped and I fell asleep peacefully. In the morning I told my wife everything. She laughed at me again. I would have listened myself, I would have watched how she would tear her hair out of fear.

The next night I wanted to know the source of the rustle. Oh, I wish I didn't...

In general, I lie on the bed. Here the noise began again. And not like before, he was distant and began to approach. I lay down and began to be a little afraid. Suddenly I feel something crawling up my leg. I jumped up and began to shake this thing off my leg, but it kept crawling and crawling. I turned on the light and saw that it was some kind of strange shadow. Everything creeps and crawls up the leg. I started screaming, trying to shake off this shadow, but nothing worked.

She was already crawling along my arm and I remembered the holy water standing on our closet. I climbed after her, and when I got it, I splashed it on her hand. The shadow squeaked terribly, but slid down and disappeared somewhere under the sofa. Then I didn't sleep all night. It was terribly scary. I was even afraid of my own shadow. So I sat until the morning with a bottle of holy water in my hands.

When my wife came, she thought that I had spent the whole night on the Internet, shouted and said that today we would go for a walk. Like, I've been sitting at home for a long time.

In the evening, when we walked down the street, I shied away from every shadow. You would think that I'm crazy, I saw a small shadow, now I shy away from everyone. But no... I saw her crawling after us, waiting for us to sit down or stop.

When I returned home, I already forgot about this shadow. My wife and I sat down to dinner, and then went to bed. My wife is already sleeping, but I can't sleep. Then the wife wakes up, let's yell that we have a spider on the bed. I understood what kind of "spider" in question, but did not attach any importance to this.

When I woke up in the morning, I saw this shadow gnaw at my wife's leg. I yelled, started to drag my wife away, but it was clear that she was already dead. I ran out of the apartment and called the ambulance and the police.

From the archives, I learned that earlier small children were killed in this apartment. I don’t know how this is related to the shadow, but I’m sure that this is the case. I decided to find out more. My wife was buried, I mourned her for a long time, but when the mourning was finally over for me, I began my investigation.

I lay at night and felt that the shadow was already creeping over me. Then I asked:
- What do you want?
“You are food,” the shadow answered me.
I was taken aback and splashed holy water on the shadow. She immediately fell to the floor.
- Food? Will you eat me?
- Yes. You are food.
I splashed holy water on the shadow again. Then she squealed, and from the darkest crevices of the room, 3-4 dozen more shadows like her crawled out.
"We'll eat," the shadow said.
I didn't have enough holy water, of course, and the little shadows killed me.

Now I'm as little a shadow as they are. I realized that they are all the souls of people. Now I, along with the rest, eat everyone who settles in this apartment, and they also become little shadows...

On the first step
A young guy got up
To the twelfth step
The gray-haired old man came.

Leap year

This year is the longest one:
There are more hours and more days.
We are all waiting for his arrival.
Exactly once every four years.

Year, months, weeks, days and nights

There is an oak
on oak 12 branches,
On every branch
4 nests,
Each nest has 7 chicks
Every chick has
One wing is white
The other is black.

Year, months, weeks

There is an oak, there are 12 nests on the oak,
Each nest has 4 tits.

January

Pinches ears, pinches nose,
Frost creeps into boots.
You splash water - it will fall,
Not water already, but ice.

Not even a bird flies
The bird freezes from the cold.
Turned the sun to the forest
What, say, for a month is this?

February

Snow falls in bags from the sky,
There are snowdrifts from the house.
That snowstorms and snowstorms
They attacked the village.
The frost is strong at night
During the day, a drop is heard ringing.
The day has grown noticeably.
Well, so what month is it?

March

A warm south wind blows
The sun is shining brighter
The snow is thinning, soft, melting,
The loud-mouthed rook flies,
What month?
Who will know?

April

The river roars furiously
And breaks the ice.
The starling returned to his house,
And in the forest the bear woke up.
A lark trills in the sky.
Who came to us?

May

The fields are green,
The nightingale sings.
IN White color dressed garden.
The bees are the first to fly.
Thunder rumbles.
Guess,
What month is this?

June

Warm, long, long day
At noon - a tiny shadow.
An ear blooms in the field,
The grasshopper gives a voice
Ripe strawberries.
What month is it, please?

July

Even chickens seek shade.
The mowing of bread has begun,
Time for berries and mushrooms.
His days are the pinnacle of summer.
What, say, for a month is this?

August

Maple leaves turned yellow.
Flew to the countries of the south
Fast-winged swifts.
What a month
Tell me!

September

The collective farm garden is empty,
Spider webs fly along
And to the south end of the earth
Cranes stretched out.
School doors opened
What month has come to us?

October

All the darker face of nature:
Blackened vegetable gardens
The forests are bare
Silent bird voices
The bear went into hibernation.
What month has come to us?

November

The field became black and white;
It rains, then it snows.
And it got colder
Ice bound the waters of the rivers.
Winter rye freezes in the field.
What month, please?

December

Name it guys
A month in this riddle:
His days are shorter than all days,
All nights are longer than nights.
To fields and meadows
Until spring, snow fell.
Only our month will pass,
We are celebrating the New Year.

Seasons

Every year they come to visit us:
One gray-haired, the other young,
The third is jumping
And the fourth is crying.

Months of the year

twelve brothers
Differently called
And different things
Are engaged.

winter months

Troika, trio arrived.
The horses in that trio are white.
And in the sleigh sits the queen -
Belokosa, white-faced.
How she waved her sleeve -
Everything is covered in silver.

Winter

I will decorate the branches with white paint,
I will throw silver on your roof.
Warm spring winds will come
And they'll kick me out of the yard.

Who, guess
Sedentary hostess:
Shakes feathers,
Above the world of fluff?

Messed up the paths
Decorated the windows.
Gave joy to children
And she rode on a sled.

I'm the antonym for the word "summer"
Dressed in a snow coat
Although I love the frost itself,
Because I am...

We know her threats.
She threatens us all with frost.
Even though she wrapped herself in the snow.
Who is the terrible guest ..?

Spring

beauty walks,
Lightly touches the ground.
Goes to the fields, to the river,
And on the snow, and on the flower.

The snow is melting, the meadow came to life,
The day is coming.
When does it happen?

She comes with affection
And with my own story.
Waving a magic wand -
The snowdrop will bloom in the forest.

Autumn

Came without paints and without a brush,
I repainted all the leaves.

Day and night

Friend after friend
Brother and sister walk peacefully
Brother wakes up all the people
On the other hand, my sister
Calls to sleep immediately

The brother is white, the sister is black,
Brother in the house - sister from the yard

Black swan across the sky
Scattered miracle grains.
Black called white
White grain pecked.

Night

Began to approach the house -
The sun has been stolen from the sky.

I am an antonym for the word "day":
Everyone is too lazy to work for a long time,
And the toys away too
It's time to sleep, it's already - ...

dust

The gray cloth stretches out the window.

dawn

White cat
Flying through the window.

Light

Daily in the morning
He enters through the window to us.
If he's already in,
So the day has come.

Shadow

You fell at my feet
Spread out along the road
And you can't get up
And you can't be kicked out.

You look so much like me
It's like I'm walking lying down.

Days of the week

There are seven brothers:
Years equal,
The names are different.

Present day

What happened tomorrow
Will it be yesterday?

tear-off calendar

There are exactly seven of these brothers.
You all know them.
Around every week
Brothers walk one after another.
Say goodbye to the last -
The front appears.

Every day, according to clothes
Gives us Seryozhka
And broke up with the last
He went somewhere.

The fat man is losing weight every day
And it won't get better.

Comments

Comment by Rifkin11

Saw a few of these little guys in the Tideskorn Harbor in Stormheim.

Comment by Swaney

Caught one out in the Helmouth Shallows of the harbor area, they seem so far to be much like the mudback calves, sharing spawns with the non-battle critter versions with a low-ish spawn rate. Also found Skuttlers and Repanas out there as well. The accompanying pets in the battle with the Apparition were a Grizzly Squirrel and a Mud Jumper

Comment by Feliciamarie

These share spawns with the neutral Tiny Apparition's that you can't battle. If there are no battle pets up, go around and kill all of the one you can't battle with and wait a few minutes.

I found them all around the Tideskorn Harbor.

Comment by SFFCorgi

Still looks like a shrimp.

Comment by Aponina

Caught one out in the Helmouth Shallows, in enterance cave with rare Roteye

Comment by Strigina

Kelp scuttler, Y U do this?

Comment by Luther1973

This is all patently false. I spent the better part of an hour killing the non combat versions and none spawned. I believe it had to do with the area being littered with Kelp Scuttlers.

Comment by Icelus

After spending way too long killing the non-combat versions of these, I decided to clear up the kelp scuttlers as well. Sure enough, it spawned in place of a kelp scuttler.

Just a heads up, the kelp scuttlers can"t be killed, you have to actually battle them to clear them from the area.

Comment by meeplemeeple

Based on my experience I suggest battling the Kelp Scuttlers and Rapana Whelks in the area and advise against killing the non-battle Tiny Apparitions.

I had a non-battle Tiny Apparition turn into a battle pet right before my eyes as I was about to kill it to clear out the spawn. The tiny apparition kind of phased out and in really quickly like mobs and other players do when CRZ is acting up.

First I tried clearing out non-battle Tiny Apparitions only and had no luck. Then I killed the battle pet Kelp Scuttlers by battling them as they cannot be killed by direct targeting or through AOE. I still wasn't getting any spawns so I started killing the non-battle Tiny Apparitions and battling the Kelp Scuttlers and Rapana Whelks to clear them out. I was using a combination of the two strategies when the Tiny Apparition turned from non-battle to battle.

Comment by survik1

So based on my observation, Tiny does not share spawn places with other pets in area, however entire area is locked at 3 (4?) pets. So to spawn another pets you have to clear Rapana Whelk and Kelp Scuttler which you have to, sadly, fight. Remember you need to kill only first pet. After that you can withdraw and the entire group disappear.

However what does share spawn points are level 1 critters. You have to kill them as well in order to free space for battle pets.

During respawn you can wait on 56.2 35.1. There is hook you can grab. Place is beyond reach of mobs so you are safe there even if you were in combat before landing.