I stared at the sky, the gray clouds filling it with sadness; Birds fly each and every way, scrambling to get home before the storm hit. I wished I had a home to return to, but some just aren't as luck as others. I wish I had somewhere to go, but right about now any place would do; but I don't so for the time being I must go forward. Some say time goes forward, waits for no one, moving in a strait line. That you'll never get to relive the same day twice that you should make the most of it. I've tried but so far I can't help but live in the past, my mind is stuck in the past, when things were good. When I had a home to go back to, when I didn't have to hide or live on my own. When I had friends.

It all started when my house burnt. It wasn't my fault, it was the fault of Monica, she burnt it when my brother, Mark, wouldn't date her. I think that's a stupid reason to burn someone's house but apparently she didn't. He rejected her one night. I had been at my friend, Kelley's house. When I came home there were police, firemen, the whole deal, right in front of my house. I didn't know what to do, all I knew was that my Family was dead, they'd place me in a foster home, no one would truly want me. I was a seventeen-year-old girl. I wouldn't be welcome with anyone. My brother was the only one who wanted me alive; I stayed alive for him and only him. I couldn't stay long, someone would see me, so I wasn't given much of a choice. I mean what was I supposed to do, stand there till they found me? No way, in that minute I had to make a life changing decision; I decided to run. So I ran, away from the town, away from the people who hated me there as well as the people who loved me, which by the way was very few. I ran from Mark and everyone else who had ever lived in the town of Ventura.

I went strait to the forest, the large forest, a national wildlife park if you will. I've always had this thing with wildlife. It comes to me, in a friendly way. When I was young Mark told me, our family was descended from those of the Burkit tribe, meaning Eagle tribes in Kazakh. The Eagles are supposedly the most intelligent creature; the legend says its decedents have special abilities, I guess mine is the way the animals work with me.

"Silva, it's time to move on." Screeched Akos.

"I'm coming." I replied.

Akos is my Golden Eagle; we met many years before I left home. I'm eighteen now and it's been a year since I left home. Do I regret running? Yeah, sometimes, sometimes I wish I could keep the fire from happening but then I realize I can't and I begin to think about now again.

"Silvia! If we don't get back to the cave now, we'll get stuck in the storm!" came Akos's cry again.

"Okay, okay; I'm coming." I shouted.

I don't understand the full extent of my power but I can understand Akos because of it. Mark used to say there were others' like us but I've never been sure. I rode on the back of a great black stallion named Rafiel. We met him a few months ago and he decided to stick with us; He's learned to follow Akos as well as the exact location of the cave in which we live. We neared the cave and Akos swooped down, landing on a rock next to the entrance. I slid off Rafiel and he followed me into the cave. Akos sat beside me as I feel asleep, kept warm by my fuzzy sleeping bag and my black bear friend Griff.

I awoke to Akos screeching and Griff growling. Rafiel was rearing at the front of the cave and Akos was soaring in and out of my vision. I stood up and walked toward the cave entrance. I noticed there were two guys and a girl looking quite frightened as Griff growled and edged closer. I ran out and smacked him on his snout.

"No! Bad Griff, you nock it off. Akos come down and you be quiet Rafiel." The orders were almost automatic.

The three newcomers were huddled together with a wolf in front of them. They didn't seem scared, more surprised really. I calmed my three friends down and turned my attention to the three and their wolf. I kneeled before the wolf and took his muzzle in my hands; I snapped his mouth shut and stared in his eyes.

"You sir, better calm down before something bad happens." I whispered. Letting go of him. His jaws didn't reopen for but a bark of agreement.

"How did you do that?" asked one of the guys. He had long black hair and was taller than I, probably about 6'2.

"I just told him to stop." I replied.

"No . . . he means the bear, Blacks are known to be vicious in their territory." Corrected the other guy, he was a little shorter than the first and had long blonde hair that was hilighted downwards so would you call it down lights? Well anyway he had long blonde hair with brown streaks.

"Oh . . . well I told him to stop to." I answered.

"Well . . . Umm . . . what are you doing out here?" asked the girl. She was about as tall as I, with long red hair and I guessed she was about eighteen like me.

"I'm . . . well . . . that's none of your business." I snapped. Akos screeched in his agreement.

"Okay, no need to be angry." She replied.

I thought for a moment about what to do next, should I continue talking to them or should I send them away?

"I'm Greg," said the brown haired guy. "And this is Kaylee." He motioned to the girl.

"I'm Ian." Said the black-haired guy.

"I'm Silvia." I sighed.

"Well then Silvia, what exactly are you doing out here?" Ian asked.

"This is my camp." I replied.

"So you're living here?" Greg asked.

"You could say that." I replied.

There was a look of sympathy on Ian's face, I could tell it was for me but I wanted nothing to do with him or the others. Ian walked over to Akos and patted his head; Akos tried to bite him but he quickly withdrew his hand. I wouldn't have stopped him from getting bitten either if it weren't for what he said next.

"Akos? I haven't seen you in years!" He exclaimed.

"Akos?" asked Kaylee and Greg in unison.

Soon they were all crowding around him trying to pet him without being bitten. He hissed at them and jumped into the air. He flew a few feet to me and landed on my shoulder. His claws dug into my skin but instead of stopping him I smiled at the confused look on the newcomers' faces. They had no idea why Akos would choose me over them.

"Akos? What's wrong buddy? Don't you remember us?" Kaylee asked.

I was getting a kick out of this.

"I remember just fine!" Akos screeched.

By the look on their faces they obviously didn't understand him.

"He says he remembers just fine." I said.

"You understand him?" Ian asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, because not an everyday person can understand him."

"Yeah but I'm not your everyday person."

"You can say that again." Mumbled Greg.

Griff heard the comment and growled, which caused the wolf to growl, which frightened Rafiel, and sent Akos into the air. I practically ripped my hair out then, this was enough excitement for one day. I was only given a moment to thin about my next move before Ian cut in.

"How do you get them to listen to you?"

"The same way you'd get a puppy to listen to you. You have to teach them, and have high levels of respect for each other; though it also helps if you understand what you're saying to each other." I replied.

I grabbed Rafiel's mane and calmed him down, then I sent Griff into the forest and climbed onto Rafiel's back. It all happened in a mater of seconds, I figured I could run from the three and find somewhere else to camp. I was good at quick decisions, but I guess Ian was too. I was about to run away from them on Rafiel's back but Ian grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Well if I told you then you'd follow." I said, trying to twist my arm out of his grip.

"It's not safe out there, there are things that no one can control, why don't you come with us?"

I finally got my hand from his grip, "No."

Then I charged off with Akos flying in front and Rafiel following him.