The Island of Destiny
The yellow bird has just closed its eyes and is perched peacefully in its tree when you approach it and startle it with your footsteps. He opens an eye, then the other, then gives you a small nod of recognition.
"Hello there, you look a little lost."
"Well I am," you explain to the bird. "I woke up on this island and have been lost this whole time."
"Well, that's because you need to go to the Rock of Ziaba. That's where you are going to make your choice. Wasn't this all explained to you?"
"Uhh...no," you say, feeling more than a little dazed and confused.
"Well, just go that way," he says, while extending his right wing out to point to the left. "I'm sure you'll see it before very long."
"Er..thanks..?"
"Patrick," he tells you. "My name is Patrick Feathington."
Now you know you are going crazy. Before you can talk to him any more, he swoops up into the air and disappears into the sky. You are left standing there in the middle of the jungle, starting to wonder if you even really just had a conversation with a bird.
Should you head in that direction? Or choose your own path?
"Hello there, you look a little lost."
"Well I am," you explain to the bird. "I woke up on this island and have been lost this whole time."
"Well, that's because you need to go to the Rock of Ziaba. That's where you are going to make your choice. Wasn't this all explained to you?"
"Uhh...no," you say, feeling more than a little dazed and confused.
"Well, just go that way," he says, while extending his right wing out to point to the left. "I'm sure you'll see it before very long."
"Er..thanks..?"
"Patrick," he tells you. "My name is Patrick Feathington."
Now you know you are going crazy. Before you can talk to him any more, he swoops up into the air and disappears into the sky. You are left standing there in the middle of the jungle, starting to wonder if you even really just had a conversation with a bird.
Should you head in that direction? Or choose your own path?