Info.

Name: Emily Ride (Max gave her the last name)

Age: 16

Looks: Has light grey hair and black hair down to her waist. Side bangs cover one eye. Often has different coloured streaks in hair.

Breed: Human-Avian Hybrid (and proud of it!)

Clothes: Usually runners and jeans. Always wears a tank top with straps under a sweater.

Chapter 1

"Mom! There's a girl by the God-Tree!" The little boy yelled. "She's hurt!"

God-Tree…? It is one big tree but…

I heard footsteps running toward me. It was getting dark out. I think I was somewhere in Tokyo… But everything was kinda fuzzy… I could remember getting out of the plane and taking off into the sky… But… Fuzzy… Hehehehe… Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair… Where had I heard this before?

"Oh my…" I heard a woman's voice above me. She crouched down. I turned my head to look at her through one eye. She had short black hair and friendly eyes. I blinked. The boy beside her looked just like her.

Must be her son…

"We need to get her to a hospital!" exclaimed the mom.

Oh no… No Hospital for me. I'm allergic!

"No… Hospital…" I muttered.

"But you-" the boy began.

"No." I stood up shakily. Everything was spinning around me.

And the wold goes loop-ty-loop. I wanna get of…

The lady reached out a hand to steady me. I looked up at her. She could see the bruise on my neck and the little scar on my eyebrow. Just not the other scars… And bruises… And cuts… And third set of appendages…

"Do you need help?" she asked me cautiously, her hand on my shoulder.

I coughed.

"Some water would be wonderful please."

That was almost two years ago.

I've been living with the Higurashi family ever since. It turns out that they live in and run a shrine. It's just the three of them. Sota, the little boy, his mom and the Grandpa. I don't think that I could ever repay them for what they've done or me.

But after I recovered from being extremely dehydrated (which I found out later) I remembered my old life. And the flock. Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy and Angel. They rescued me from the Institute for Higher Living (HA! Higher living my arse!). I had been at the institute for four years when I was captured and taken away from some scientist that had freed me before that and raised me in a little house far away. It's all so messed-up and confusing.

To simplify it I have made this timeline:

Born in lab. Kept there and tested on for two years.

Age two. Two people working at the Institute free me and take me to a house in Port Moody, BC, Canada. (I think of myself as Canadian, even if the government doesn't)

Grow up in Port Moody.

Age eleven. Kidnapped from school and taken back to Institute. Whitecoats do more cruel and inhumane tests.

Age fifteen. Rescued from hell by the Flock.

I stay with the Flock for almost a year.

Me, Max, Nudge, Angel and Ari (who became good, only to die later) captured in Germany (Max and Fang had a fight. Basically the Flock split up and went separate ways.)

Fight in Itex. I get badly hurt. The Flock think that I died. They leave me and try to escape (I didn't mind. I wanted them to be safe.) I crawl away and slowly start to heal myself (I get better fast).

I sneak onto plane. I didn't know where I was going.

I get of plane and fly over Tokyo. I get seriously dehydrated and fall twenty feet.

I get hydrated again and remember all of this.

I wondered for a while if I should've used this for my school project…

That's what's happened to me so far (please not the 'so far' part). I was enrolled in a public school and started taking guitar lessons again (I did when I was ten until I was kidnapped). Life has been pretty normal. Or as normal as it gets for a sixteen year old girl with wings.

"Bye! I'll see you after school!" I yelled as I ran out the door. I was late, late, LATE! Again… *sigh*

"Wait, Emily! I need you to help me find Buyo!" Sota ran after me.

"You lost that stupid cat again?"

"Will you help me find him?" he pleaded with me.

Sigh… I'm too soft…

"Fine. I'm already late so what's the point? Do you know where he is?"

"I think he was down by the well…"

"Seriously?" I asked, exasperated.

"I've looked everywhere else so…" Sota looked at the ground.

"Well what are we standing here for?"

"Right!"

Sota and I ran over to the dried up well. It was in a little building at the bottom of some stairs. The whole thing just totally freaked me out. I opened the door and walked inside.

"Start searching. Who knows where that fat fuzz-ball got to…"

I walked down the stairs and looked into the well. Gramps had told me some creepy stories about 'The Bone-Gobbling Well'.

It's just a stupid old well. It can't hurt me. Erasers are worse…

I turned around. Sota was at the top of the stairs holding Buyo.

"Good, you found him. No I NEED to get to class. My teacher is gonna KILL me."

Sota laughed. Then suddenly his face paled.

"E-Emily? There's something be-" I didn't hear what he said next. Because just then I felt these cold and clammy arms wrap around me and drag me into the well.

"WHAT THE HELL?"