Six year old Lucy sat looking out the window into a beautiful day. She wanted to play in the fluffy clouds that blew over the island, but she kept her white speckled wings folded against her back. She remembered the day that the Shaman had gone out to find her spirit and she knew how anxious little Mie must be.

She pulled her white and grey hair up into a ponytail. She was made fun of often because she was part seagull, and not some noble bird like a hawk or eagle, and not something beautiful and exotic. She didn't care though, it was better than being part tortoise like the boy next door. She went to her room and sat on her bed, waiting for the signal that the Shaman was back and they could return to playing outside.

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