Do you know who you are? Your name? Where you came from? Yeah I figured you would; most people do. Me? Oh no, I'm not part of this family, I'm just passing through here. I'm a Noilkeet…I think. Obviously larger than your average, but I'm pretty sure that's what I am. I can't really give you much clarity on that because I don't really know. I mean I can tell you what I remember, but...Really? You're interested? Well, I guess I've got time to share:

You see my little brother and I, we don't know who we are. We have no parents, or at least not any that we ever met or remember. Actually, my brother might remember, but he never talks, and I never ask. Really I don't even know that he is my litter brother, I just know that he was there on that first day, and he's been with me ever since.

I woke up on a beach, just north of Lutari Island. A wild storm was raging and if I hadn't woken up when I did the rushing tide probably would have carried me off to sea. *shivers* I hate to think of that; who knows what would have happened to little brother had I been carried off. Anyway, like I said I don't like to think about it, so we'll move on. I woke up on this beach and I remembered nothing. Not a person, place, or thing. Not a sight, sound, or symbol. Obviously I was confused, and terrified, so I fled the rising waters and searched for hire ground.

As I got to the center of the island the storm just stopped. Was it the eye of a hurricane or some ancient magic? I have no idea, but as the waters continued to climb, and the storm raged on, the center of the island remained tranquil. In the clearing there was a huge tree. It had to be at least 15 feet wide and I have no idea how tall. I struggled to fly to the top, and it seemed to take forever. But when I reached the top it didn't actually appear to be any taller than any other tree on the island...looking back now I...I just don't know...I feel like my memory of that day is strong, but how can a tree be one thing one minute and another the next?

I couldn't really ponder it for long because at the top of the tree I wasn't alone. Squeaking, squawking, and as happy as I've ever seen anyone was my little brother. Of course I had no idea who he was at the time, and I guess really I still don't, but from the moment I met him he seemed to know me. There we were, in the storm of the century, and this little bird is chirping and flapping like it's just another day in the life. I was overcome by his joy. He radiated happiness in a way that no one could have resisted. As the days went by our bond grew strong, and although he brought me no answers, the little bundle of feathers brought me peace.

We both would have been content to stay on that island, playing in our tree top sanctuary, but the storm raged on and the waters rose. We hoped for a miracle, but when the water breached our happy home we had to flee. From there the story is a bit of a letdown I'm afraid. We found clues here and there, the Noilkeets from the cooking pot, and the Eyries in Meridelle. It seems likely to me that they are somehow linked to our story, but none of them know us, and of course none of them look quite like me. I have no real hope for ever finding the answer, but I've sort of made my peace with that.

My brother and I are wanderers, and we are happy that way. It's not that we dislike other species, but being alone reminds us of the peace we had those first few days on the island. When I heard of FutureTXGovernor and her family of misfits I decided we would brave the storm once more and fight our way to Lutari Island. I think the only place that could possible provided me with answers is our "home," but it's still flooded there, and this seems like a good place to wait out the storm. I don't know how long we will stay here. Until the weather breaks I guess.

You basically know everything about me now, or at least you know everything I know. This probably seems like a sad story to you, huh? Well, I won't pretend it doesn't get me down some times, but back on our island, with the magical clearing and shape shifting tree, I think there might be a resolution to this. Besides, I can't really imagine a better way to spend our days. Safe in the tree top sanctuary, playful and happy. It's a simple and free kind of life, and when I really think about it I know who I am and I don't need proof. I'm the big brother of the most amazing little bird Neopia has ever seen, and as long as we are together and safe…I'm doing alright.