I wasn't always the funny and confident person I am today. When I lived in New York, life was tough. I was tough. And I guess I still sort of am. But things are different now. In New York city, I was lost and confused... I had no direction. I was going nowhere fast. I got involved in some of the most God-awful things you can imagine. Drinking, raves, drugs... and more than that, even. I was so desperate to fit in, because I felt like I didn't fit in or belong to any group. Then, one night, I had a dream. I was in a forest in the middle of the night, and I saw a strange light ahead. I decided to investigate, so I crept up further to the light. Standing in clearing was some sort of blue horse with a tail like a scythe, and four eyes. And the strangest part was, he could talk to me... but in my head. His name was Elerinial Skiyth Naruth, and he told me that we were under attack... all of humanity. He said that he needed me... but that he needed someone he could depend on. Someone who wasn't poisoning themselves with drugs and alcohol. The realization of what I had become hit me, and for the first time since I was two, I cried. It was them that I realized I wasn't dreaming. From then on, I was a new person. Not just in personality... but in outlook. And for a reward of my change, Elerinial gave me a gift. He gave me the power to change into animals so that I could fight beside him in an attack against the yeerks, our enemy. And for two years, I did. Until Elerinial was killed in battle, and then I was alone again. My best friend gone, I continued to fight alone to honor his memory. Shortly after that, I made friends with a young man named Eric. Even if I couldn't share my secret with him, I needed a friend. So we were friends. Best friends. Then, a year later, I moved, and I was without friends again. Until I met Patrick. He found out my secret, and asked me to join his group. I had a direction in life again. And I had friends.