The small yellow-orange kit sighed and wiped his eyes, turning to stare angrily at the place he was forced to take lessons every day. He didn't even understand why he had to take those lessons anyway. They were far beneath his level of understanding, and they were taking forever to get even halfway to where he was academically.
The kit stuck his tongue out at the horrible little building. He didn't like to make a spectacle of himself like that, crying about things. It actually took a fair bit to make him that upset about anything anymore. Making fun of his twin tails however… Well, that was a sure way to make him angry. He wasn't even sad and upset! He was just angry and frustrated, which made him cry as though he was sad.
Shaking his head, he continued on his way home. The eight-year-old kit lived by himself in his family's old home right off the coast of Cocoa Island, one of the islands of the Delta Ocean. His parents, as far as he knew, had died long ago, leaving him to fend for himself at the age of four. He'd learned quickly what a cruel world this could be, with people giving him barely enough food to live on, let alone clothes and things for home. The other islanders, though not cruel in nature, had almost gotten him removed from his old home twice in the four years since, but he'd managed to wiggle out of their grasp both times, telling lies like that his parents were away on a really long trip.
The other islanders had eventually figured out that they shouldn't talk about it to foreigners, and Miles had been left alone ever since to let his bright blue eyes take in everything from the different plants to his father's robotics manuals. Since he started looking at things like that, he'd also started tinkering with the things in his father's old lab. In the end, Miles had created a little remote-controlled robot that had become his constant companion. The only place he didn't take his little robot buddy was to school. The teachers didn't like it, so he was forced to leave it at home.
While thinking of what he would do when he returned to his home finally, Miles caught sight of something metallic down the beach from where his home was. It was the front end of a fortress-sized ship coming in to dock, except it wasn't a very friendly looking ship. Miles looked at the ship a little closer for any detail he might recognize and found that it belonged to the Battle Bird Armada, a legendary army of bird-furries who roamed the seas looking for any treasure they could possibly plunder.
Without another thought, Miles ran for his little home, wanting to get there before they fully docked and started to disembark from the decks above. When he reached his little home, he rushed inside for his remote robot and some supplies, knowing that they would raid his little home very early on. He grabbed everything he would need to survive in the wild for a few days and raced out the back way, right into a field of tall grasses. Miles sat down there, completely hidden by the tall grasses, and tried to think of reasons why the Battle Bird Armada would be there of all places.
"Oh no," he said, thinking out loud. "They've come for the Chaos Shards."