My big brother's always looking out for me. Our reals names? I guess that we had little names, like Peter or Robert or Mary-Ann at one time. (Wait! Mary-Ann? That was the neighbor's pretty girl's name... I wonder how I still remember.)But after Mother and Father died, Big and Little Gabbana became the only names we ever knew.

We're actually really religious and real superstitious, and although you can't tell, we're normally very lucky guys, kupo. It was just that on our one bad luck day, we were ambushed in the desert.

I guess you want to know how we got this way. Would you believe that we used to be little pets of the queen herself? Nana would take us to the palace, and we would chat a bit with the Prince. I heard once that the Queen thought that we, as two-year-olds, were the second most adorable thing she had ever seen. I guess the first is the Prince, but we'd probably never know.

I don't know why. My memories are patched and worn away at a lot of parts. I don't remember Daddy anymore, only that he died. But I remember Nana. She was a viera, I recall, more of a guardian than a Nana or caretaker. She saved me and Big Gabanna a couple of times, kupo. Sometimes she would sneak into the Palace and converse with the Queen. She never knew I saw, and I never told anyone except for Big Gabanna. Huh? Why did I tell only him? What do you mean? Huh? Why would I not tell my brother? You're confusing me, kupo. Anyways, back to Nana.

One Day Nana came back to my house. There were a bunch of Templars following her. She yelled something about traitors to my parents, and there was this sudden, sharp pain in my head... As if someone had hit me with the pommel of a sword or maybe a spear...I'm not sure what happened next because I blacked out.

When I woke up, Mother and Father lay on the floor dead. I never saw Nana again. Bless their souls in Heaven. Bless Nana's soul, wherever she is.

Neither one of us know what happened. I think that the Templars killed them. I wonder what happened to Nana? I don't think we ever saw her again. Maybe she'll come back someday and everything will be okay again... Nevermind.

Well, after Mother and Father... Left for God's embrace, me and Big Gabanna left. It wasn't easy to scrape up anything, so after nearly starving to death as good, honest workers at only age six and seven, we did the only thing we could. We resorted to stealing.

You see how my fur's so thin and patched in some places? Well, I have this rare disorder. Sometimes it hurts, but then I remember that I have a big brother who loves me and that God loves me... And I feel better. But it was always so cold... Always cold... So we had to move to the desert, Jeraw Sands, I think, and we began targetting the desert travellers.

We never stole much, only as much as we could carry. And almost all of it was food and medicine. I don't understand what's so bad- I mean, the Palace has plenty enough supplies... Wait, I'm not sure if it was the Palace merchants we raided.

Four times we were caught, and four times we killed. Actually, I only killed once, and that was by accident. It went something like this...

Although I don't remember much, I remember that there was a bangaa... The bangaa had grabbed Big Gabanna and I. I was holding a knife, I remember... A TipTapToe we stole somewhere. And there was nothing I could do but stab...The poor bangaa. The Lord gave us extra luck that day. He never meant for me to actually kill... But I hit a main artery in his neck, and his windpipe. He fell dead after his death throes...

We prayed for him all night, until dawn. We made him crosses and placed a Holy Book over his heart. God has forgivin our great sin of killing that time. And the bangaa's probably in Heaven now, God bless his soul...

But apparently, He decided that four times slaughter was too much. We weren't supposed to kill, and we lievd simply, taking only what we needed and never anything superflus. But one day, Clan Nutsy came after us.

We fought all night, we did. In the end, the Sniper... She shot me. I fell down, and so did Big Gabanna. The Lord still loves us all. So we weren't executed, bless the Defender's heart.

So here we are, I guess.

They thought that by taking all our loot and our weapons away they punished us. They thought that sending us here to live with the other fiveWanted criminals was to break our hearts.

But the place is nice enough. I'm never cold and never hungry. And the other day, I was bored! I was actually bored! I had never been bored, only scared, cold, or hungry.

Erp. Well, as I was saying, they thought it would break our hearts. But it's okay here. As long as my and my brother are together, there is nothing that can kill my soul. The Lord loves us. So that's my story.

God bless your heart.