“Guardian Firecrow, I need to ask you an important question.” The young Ankh Indian named Aviator or in the Ankh language “one with the winged,” said. “Yes Aviator how can I help you?” The little boy looked uncertain. “I was wondering, can you tell me the story of how you became guardian again?” The little boy made his most innocent face with his biggest puppy dog eyes. The guardian chuckled. “Of course I will aviator.” The next hour was filled with wows and gasps coming from little Aviators mouth. The palace in Ankh was always a joyful place full of merriment, music, story telling, and glee. When the masters let their apprentices play and have fun they would all flock to the palace courtyard where they would play games like hunter and the bird or listen to the wonderful adventures Firecrow went through. Even though Firecrow was only three years older than the senior apprentices he still was renounced as the wisest man of their city. Even the elderly came to Firecrow to answer their questions. Myakka was a year younger than Firecrow yet still went through the same thing in the sewing circle, the meetings the matriarchs of each family gathered at. The young girls loved hearing about her hero Firecrow saved her from the brink of danger and how romantic, cunning, sweet, smart, handsome, brave, strong, her list to describe Firecrow went on and on.

That day Firecrow was called to a meeting with the helion tribe in the island of Taku meeting. Here all the tribes on the island of Taku met, discussed issues and social affairs. This months meeting was a very special one. His daughter Eve would choose who she would marry to create unity between two of the tribes on Taku. It was her choice, yet Firecrow was still uncertain why his three year old daughter had to make her decision now? Only time would tell how she would marry not some boy who waves at her during the meeting. Why did princesses have to choose at such a young age?