I was born in another land. To tell you the truth, I don't know where it is, or how you can get there, for I only know of two ways to get there--and I mean no disrespect, but you couldn't manage either. Even if you could perform the one, you wouldn't last long...
Ah, well, moving along. My father, Sirrush, was Draik, yes, but no ordinary one--he was the god of chaos. When I say chaos, I mean chaos; he was and is the master of all havoc, panic, and, often, unpredictability in the world. And his home reflected this perfectly... I did not see this place, his home and my birthplace, until much later. I will, I think, come to that story soon.
My mother, Galeru, was a sort of muse, or nymph of sorts, of the skies. Being the wife of Sirrush, she could withstand his home, and come and go as she pleased... When I was born, my parents beamed around me. But five minutes later, my father went into one of his uncontrollable, chaotic rages--a sort of price for the power he was born with. My mother almost cried, because she realized I that I couldn't grow up in our real home; it was too dangerous for a young Draik.
When Sirrush was out of the fit, he agreed that it was not to be, that I'd have to leave until I got older. My mother says he shed one tear, but it turned the world of chaos upside down (as if it weren't strange enough already) for years.

.//First Home, First Discoveries
My mother bore me across the skies on her back. I don't remember that trip clearly, but I do remember that the skies swirled, like my eyes were darting around, when they weren't. She brought me through space, to another world--a sight I do remember vividly. It was like a giant marble of gorgeous, deep blue with hints of green and whimsical swirls of white... It didn't seem to get any closer, and then we were suddenly... surrounded by grass. I had no comprehension of distance then, but I know now that she must've teleported right onto the surface of Neopia.
We were to live there, so that I might grow up away from a dilapidated world, an inconsistent one where matter and energy change spots every few milliseconds... The sudden change from far away to up close fascinated my young, wide eyes, which darted about with wonderment. We had switched from the beautiful marble to... glistening, vast, wonderful white. And then, I felt something else. It was, honestly, the first thing I had felt, other than my mother's touch and the presence of air. I felt.. Snow. Little flecks of whiteness. One gathered itself on my nose, and I went cross-eyed trying to look at it; then I sneezed, and laughed at the discovery of coldness, snow, and sneezing.

.//Early Years

I won't tell you much of my childhood because nothing truly notable happened; at least, nothing I can mention without giving you an entire account of my early years. My mother and I were happy, living at the peak of Terror Mountain. From there, we could see every star in the sky. My mother was happy to raise me away from civilization, away from the influence of the crowded world. I didn't wonder too much about my father for a long time; however, I eventually wanted to know why my mother was raising me all alone. When I asked her about it, she became extremely withdrawn and would not discuss him, as if she had been hurt and didn't want to open a wound. I hadn't met my father, but from my mother's behavior, I began to hate him. I just knew he had to have kicked her out or abandoned her, or something. I vowed to meet my father, once I was grown up, and make him pay for what he'd done.
From then on, I began to train myself. I often left my mother's watchful eyes to explore the icy caves, which made her get mad because she worried so, and I went to a large, icy cavern I had found before to try and learn to fight. You may think I was full of folly to do this without some kind of instructor; however, you must understand that we were in the middle of nowhere, and only I could help myself.
I was an ungainly, graceless fighter. I had no real targets to use, so I attacked icicles and frozen stalagmites in my self-contained battleground. As you might imagine, I learned very quickly that dodging was invaluable. Icicles hurt mightily when they fall on your head.
It was during one of these private sessions that I had my first experience with my inherited powers. As I was training in a cave made of ice, with literally tons of ice on top of it, it was inevitable that I'd eventually attack the forms protruding from the ceiling violently enough to cause a cave-in. My claws were stuck in the frozen stalactite. I kicked my legs in futile effort, and beat my wings, but I couldn't get off the "target." Suddenly, I heard a cracking noise; I heard a very loud, dread-bringing, cracking noise. Ice began to fall from the ceiling; first, stringy icicles rumbled and cracked, falling to the floor and shattering like glass. The noise was deafening. I was completely stuck...
Suddenly, the world swirled, twisted, contorted, somehow gyrated around me. I swallowed, feeling the bile trying to rise in my stomach. It was like I was dizzy, but instead of rotating around and slanting in one way, the world was stretching in all directions and angles at the same exact moment... I closed my eyes, and waited for my icicle to slam me into the ground, for the cave to bury me, and hoped I didn't throw up before it did so..

.//First Time

But it didn't happen.
The noise suddenly stopped. All I could feel was snow gently falling on my forehead fearing what had happened, I opened my eyes... And saw my home. In fact, I was in front of the cave where my mom and I lived. I blinked, a blank, shocked -disallowed_word- and boy, that I'll never forget) that I traveled through time or space. It was also the last time in a long while that it would occur to my advantage. From that day on, I began to involuntarily bend the space and time around me, unconsciously transporting myself all over the place, and back in time. Honestly, I don't know which was scarier; in actuality, a change of place made me panic inwardly, because I immediately knew I was no longer home, and didn't know where I was then. In premise, however, time was terrifying. As I've said, I could not control my power, and I often didn't even know when I had gone somewhere in time; often, when it happened, I was still home, so it took me a while to figure it out. I began to live in fear of my ability, anticipating with dread the next bend in the laws of physics. I became anti-social to anyone I met but my mother, whereas I used to talk to whoever I didn't know, because we were so isolated... I feared talking to anyone, because I feared being in another time and changing history.

.//Confrontation

I didn't want my mother to know about my power, because I didn't want to make her worry more about me. However, it couldn't last forever...
You need to talk to me, Rauch. I swallowed, avoiding my mother's benevolent gaze. I already know, and I want you to tell me. I may be able to help you more than you think.
I told my mother about my uncontrollable powers. She frowned as she listened.
You probably don't know this, but I can teleport through space. I never had problems with controlling my ability, though... Nor could I change what time I was in. I think you've inherited more than I thought from your father... She appeared deep in thought. You're old enough, Rauch. It's time to go home.
I blinked at her. But...But this is home...Isn't it? Isn't it?!
I had to take you here to raise you until you got big enough. Now that you have grown, you need to return to your real home. It is a dangerous one for Draiklings, but you are past time to go there, and meet your father. He may be the only one who can help you with controlling--
The father I've never met? The father who kicked you out?!
My mother was shocked. Her eyes went wide, and I could see she was, emotionally, in pain. Is that what you think of him, Rauch? You've got it all mixed up. He didn't kick me out of our home, Rauch. He had one of his fits very soon after you came into our world, and we both decided that it was not safe for you to be constantly moving in an inconsistent, chaotic, pattern less whirl...
I'd never thought of it that way, and I realized the folly of my groundless assumption. I'd never even met my father--how could I have hated him so.
We're going tomorrow. Say your goodbyes to the mountain, for now. I wanted to ask more, but I figured I'd soon see for myself.

.//Chaos

I couldn't control my ability to leap through space, so Galeru brought us both to the world of chaos, my home. It didn't feel like home, of course, but I was, honestly, drawn to it. I followed my mother down a path, a path that was completely and utterly straight, yet was swerving in all directions. Surprisingly, this felt completely natural to me. I never fell once during my time in my real home, from that day on.
An orange Draik was staring into the distance; his eyes were gray-red, like my own. His tail laid like a lifeless, useless attachment, sprawled on the ground behind him in a slight curve, and it appeared to be elongating, the middle of it widening and narrowing. His body looked... Tired, as if he was drained after a long battle. Despite his weary appearance, he had an aura of sorts, an aura of power. I could feel it running through his veins...
My mother smiled. Sirrush.
The draik's head turned rapidly, as if energy had been poured back into his heart. Galeru! The orange Draik exclaimed. He ran to us, his massive body no longer warping in and out and all about. They embraced.
So this is my father...
Our meeting was awkward. He had seen me as a newborn, and I had grown so much, although he still recognized me. But I had never seen him before, had never even heard much about him, and had lived hating him mistakenly for a very long time.
Despite being alienated from him, he embraced me as if I had lived with him for years. It was strange for me; to be distant for so long, and to, finally, meet.
Not long after, my father learned of the complications I was having. I warped time and space very frequently now, around twice a day, and I needed help. For all the time I spent in the world of chaos, I never warped randomly, even before I learned to control my powers. And when I did, I was in full control.
My father taught me to harness my abilities by consciously holding the universe to order, to prevent a warp, or consciously disfigure the world around me to make one happen. When it came to time travel, making the melting world around me come closer put me forward in time; making it seem further away put me back. Teleportation was a simple matter of creating a warping area around myself and whatever small thing--trinket or person--that would accompany me, and creating a warp, mentally, where I wanted to go. If I didn't know where I wanted to go, then I was just plopped somewhere randomly.

.//Real World
The years I spent together with my family in Chaos were happy years. But I couldn't stay there forever; despite the many opportunities for exploring there, I needed to return where I'd also been raised.
I returned to Terror Mountain, this time alone and under my own, controlled warping. It was a victory to be able to do this solo. However, I found out quickly that in this ordered, regimented world, it took many times more effort to keep the warping under control. I've gotten better over time, but every now and then I lose control. I've started to call these episodes of lost control "fits"-- it takes hours before I can regain it, and warp back to my own time and place.
I have another problem, however; I don't like to warp so much, in case I fall into a fit for too long. Right now, I'm struggling to understand my powers and their possibilities, even more than I'm trying to control them. I don't understand my purpose in life.. And now, I believe I have enough control--as much as I'm going to get--in this "real world." I'm going to warp a bit more, travel the world, and try to find my purpose....