(Barely thought through I know. There is already a plot hole. But I already did say that these are started but never finished.)
Every human being on our little planet known as earth has a companion. These companions are birds.
Tropical birds, wetland birds, it doesn’t matter. We are paired up with a bird at the age of sixteen.
We have no choice in what bird we are paired with. The bird chooses us. We do not choose it.
Our companions stay with us for the rest of our lives.
My story though begins on the day that I was paired up with my companion.