How Did We Get Here?

Quri's only now discovered backstory (SPECIAL)

I remember being born, for some reason.

It was warm, and wet, but dry at the same time.

I remember being bundled in cloth, and being taken to be checked for any mishaps.

In the 'kingdom I come from' we always have to check to see it one another is alright, and like elves, children are cherished.

Our land was cursed a millennia ago, causing children to be of the utmost rarest prospect. Any child born was treated as like a King would treat his Queen.

But platonic.

We were all brothers and sisters there, not really, but in our hearts.

Now, how we would reproduce if we were all like siblings, is they would send a ground of 6-13 out on their own to find a fitting husband or wife.

When they did, they were to return to their homeland, and either leave or stay to raise children.

Children, being the most important thing, has had us lose many things, and we had to go through something we liked to call 'The Great Depression' (American history much), and we had shortage on food and supplies.

Many died, even many more sick.

Not having any solutions or magic, because magic where I come from is banished, nobody could be healed.

Only time itself would heal us.

Now I was born much after this, but still.

Anyways, as a child, I was always cherished deeply. And I hated it.

Most of the children loved being able to have so much love, but I hated it.

As a child, I was violent. I took a liking to nobody but my grandmother, father, and pet parrot named 'Seedle'.

Seedle was my best friend when nobody loved me.

Though children were cherished, some people took a liking to one or two more than the rest, and then forgot the other children.

You'd also think parents of the child would take more care of the child itself, but the parents were also bathed in riches, being able to have made most of all the peoples most favorable thing.

Now, I don't know where Seedle went. He disappeared when I was 6.

I was very sad and disappointed, to the point of staying in my room for weeks, only coming out to eat and drink.

Losing the one thing you actually loved out of everything else, hurts.

But I'm talking about nonsense, and nothing about me.

At age 1, nothing much but admiration and exploration. Learning about the world really.

At age 2, same thing as age 1 but trying to do other things like crawling and walking.

At age 3, I was slightly walking. Otherwise, same as both other ages. 

At age 4, I learned to speak slightly.

Age 5, nothing much but walking and speaking, then exploring.

At the ripe age of 6, I lost Seedle. Never left my room.

Age 7, same as last 2 years. Speaking, walking, exploring, and being depressed over Seedle.

8-11 is only me Being slightly less depressed, exploring, and sneaking out.

11-14 is exploring, grieving Seedle lightly now, and sneaking out.

14-18 is the same as 11-14

18-19 living with my grandma, grieving Seedle almost not at all, sneaking out, exploring and learning.

I had gone to school most of my life, starting at age 5 but still continuing being as I fell.

Seedle, I wish to return.

I always had a slight connection that I felt, always ignored, but felt.

It was strong and deep.

Normally I had a twang from it but I never answered it.

I think Seedle wanted me to go.

I cannot know when he will come back, but when he does, i will snap his beak for leaving me for 13 years. Alone and desperate.

'And now, I'm here, talking to you both about my dispersed parrot.' 🦜 

: )