The Call of The Platypus is Heard...

It fell slowly from the darkness... A lone Wombat... Nothing else...

There was no wind. No Clouds. No Breeze. No Earth. Nothing Tangible. All was thoughts and imagery... No one existed...

yet...

The Wombat began to hear voices. Voices asking for a home.

Memories flooded into existence...

The Bunny... Fair short ears...Challenge...

The Platypus... Queer yet unchanged... Virgin to the world...

The Pony... Advancing... Life giving...

The Unicorn... Seeking new experiences... Walking on glass...

The Teddy Bear... Wanting to be perfect... Unmatched...

The Gerbil ... Wanting substance and support... Wanting remembrance...

The Wolf ... The silent prophet... Keeper of keys...

White flash...

A World...

The Past turns in its grave...

Memories flutter like doves...

The Phoenix... Wanting only fantasy... Stubborn to die...

The Fox... Enjoying life... Wanting forever attention...

The Raven... Deviated by the paths... Deriving from both...

"What?"

"Return..."

"Why?"

"you've forgotten... The main ingredient to a plot..."

"..."

"Lets give this another try shall we?"

"Indeed."

(The Wombat opened his eyes, ready to take on the challenge.)