Everett

Everett was born on Windy Peak. From early on he showed that he had a mild disability: he limped and could not flex his tail properly. Over time, his problem became particularly noticeable, and Everett had to learn to cope with all aspects. In particular, what hurt him most was not the physical difficulty, but the ridicule from his peers and adults: The Windy Peak Clan is made up of brave Wind Reapers, capable of incredible feats, but it seemed that Everett would never measure up. Through his father's attention and intense daily training Everett stitched himself back together to gain full awareness of his body and movements, and before he reached adulthood he was able to do everything his peers did. Slowly, they regained confidence in him and finally Everett felt part of the Clan he was born into.

Once he completed his First Glide down the Glacier, the ritual that marked the transition from childhood to adulthood, Everett left his land. It was not easy for him, but the desire to know more, to go where no one had gone before, beyond the boundaries of the known, was an incessant scream in his head. He said goodbye to his parents, who watched him leave full of pride, knowing that they would probably never see him again, and set out down the mountain where he had been born and where he had lived his entire life.

From the very first day of his journey he faced several unpleasant and dangerous situations. He had just left the Cloudy Peaks when he heard a growl behind him. A large wolf was staring at him. They sprinted at the same instant, the wolf toward him, Everett toward the nearest tree. He reached it in two leaps and in less than two seconds was at the top. The wolf leapt along the trunk of the tree and began to howl, unable to reach its prey. After a while, it moved away and Everett was able to continue his adventure. He wandered for months, with no clear direction and not knowing what exactly he was looking for. Sometimes he met other Wind Reapers who, like him, wanted to explore the world and perhaps find some delicious snacks in the process. However, he never flanked anyone, and after a quick exchange of information about the land they respectively came from, each went on his own way. Once, he traveled a piece of road with another traveler, headed in the same direction as him. Waking up one morning, all his food supplies were gone. Thereafter, he trusted no one and always continued on his own.

After months of travel he understood what he was looking for. It was not by a flash of lightning or a dream that he revealed his purpose: he saw it before his eyes. He had passed through a dense pine forest, taking large glimpses of pine cones, and was now standing in front of a beautiful crystal-clear lake. Tears came to his eyes thinking back to "his" lake, The Eye, which he used to see every day from his home in the Cloudy Peaks. It was at that moment that, overcome with nostalgia, he decided that he would stay there, in that wonderful place.