Hello, this is Ghostleap. Don't get on my bad side if you want to listen to my story and never interrupt me, understand? I can use the bow and sword really well. Now, where was I? Right, I suppose I can begin with my beginning into the Sierra Travelers Clan. I was a orphan twice over. My birth parents, I never really knew them for I was only two at the time when I was found by the orphanage. The only thing I had of them is a small mint green blanket that was stitched with a black bear with a red tuft, cuddling by a brown wolf with a blond ruff. Strangely, they look so content. I got adopted by a couple who were Scottish historians when I was five, and grew with them until I was eight.

My life all changed upon a devastating day. We were checking out some shops in the Bronx, and my adopted parents, Chris and Mary just gave me a awesome toy sword. It was nearing to be five pm, and we were just going to the car when we crossed a alley where they are. It was a trio of gang members, and they were threatening with knives, guns. Chris aka Pop just replied, giving out his money, not wanting me or Mary aka Mama hurt. It went so fast. One of them shot, and Pop just reacted, hitting that guy, frightening Mama to scream. I couldn't yell or anything for I was confused and scared still. Mama ran to Pop who were just hitted back by another one. The guy with the gun, I just reacted with my toy sword, and he became angry, pointing the gun at me. Pop yelled, calling me, ran over, and covered me, and a shot ringed out.

Red flooded out, and I shook with fright, Pop's body paling. Mama was caught by two guys, screaming as they groped her. I was in horror, scared. I called for her, and Mama looked at me, then struck a guy's head with hers, then the punched guy came upon her, cutting her with his knife. Mama tried to fight back but the guy with the gun was still pointing at me, shocked Mama still. A howl suddenly came out of nowhere, and two people jumped in by dumpster, coming into the punched guy and the gun guy. One of them was Sunrise, and she was amazing.

The gun was everywhere, threatening to shoot. I was still in range, and Mama came to me, bloodied yet breathing. She tried to protect me as we watched the battle. Sunrise tried to held the gun back as she fought the guy, but it wasn't working. A ring came out, and I saw Mama staring at me with a lovingly yet pained look as a round hole found her heart, and she fell. Red flooded out once again, and I was shaken, lost, glass-eyed.

All I knew was Sunrise picking me up, and waking up on a cot. I still kept the toy sword and my blanket as I grew up a orphan once more yet I found a sanctuary with Sunrise, as I got to be friends with Reedpaw, her apprentice as she grew the clan. I heard so many stories, knew their faces and all, yet I was edgy for I don't trust strangers easily until they earned my respect or friendship. I never trusted guns since that day. They were buried at a cemetery.

Strangely, I was a natural with the sword and bow. I felt like they made me free from the pain I still felt every day, yet there was a feeling I noticed every time I picked up the bow, like I was connected somehow.

The first time I saw 'Brave', I strangely felt at home and had a kinship with the family, and strangely with Young Macguffin. I loved the story of the movie, and I felt like I was truly with them in form. Ever since every time I watched the movie, I wanted to come to their world and find why I feel so different. And now I have got my wish.