Power McPhat

== Sir Power McPhat ==
 Age: 21
 Gender: Male
 Species: Goose
 Height: 2ft 3'
=== The Migration ===
"It was late wet season, approaching the end of March. The northern cliff's of Cathràthmis sat shuddered by misty air and constant winds. The time had arrived for the great geese of Cathràthmis to embark northwards, ready for the hatching of their offspring. The ganders flocked, flowing gracefully along gusty atmospheric currents. They journeyed over the shallow morning's fog, lingering over open water. Light waves covered the ocean's surface like a deep blue silk.
However, it was not just geese traversing these waters. Bellow the heaving sky sailed a barge of sorts, no longer than a dozen meters. Upon it voyaged four men, three of which broad hunters, and the other a simple fisherman. The sailors were traveling from Tanragh, where the geese were migrating. One hunter had a particular hatred for Cathràthmis's geese. Quickly, they raised their crossbow, lining up a goose in their iron sight. They released an arrow. It cut clean through the air, penetrating the goose's lower flank. They dropped like an apple, quickly falling freely onto a lone sea rock."
=== Never Alone ===
"Minutes passed. Hours. Days. The corpse lay decaying into the mossy cobble. Time continued to progress until all that remained was the brittle skeleton of the goose. But something was off, a subtle lilac glow had begun to emerge from under the remains. It seemed a source of warmth, a helping hand of kind. Soon the bones transformed into a large white egg, encapsulated by a network of umber brown roots. The fibres seemed to have a slow and subtle pulse. In due time, a gosling breached the egg's thick shell. His body seemed infused with the same comforting lilac glow. It could be seen in his eyes, not a light, but a meaningful feeling of sorts. The young goose waddled with a starched back, seeming rather wise despite his lack in time. It appeared as though this jagged ocean rock meant much more than what met the eye."
=== A New Contact ===
"He grew with time. The gosling developed soft white feathers, and a profound beak. He was tame and still flightless, yet he had already learnt great knowledge. The sea breeze rustled his coat. But again, something was different. He began to glow, a hum that could be understood even by common folk disturbed the air. It spoke, "My child, you are not the typical animal. You are wise, and will gain knowledge forever unseen by the world. You are to be named Power McPhat, and shall name this island Tulipanów." The voice left an unsettling silence. McPhat stood shaken. It was as though he now knew something he did not before.
Golden sunlight ruptured the horizon. Strong waves raged against the dampened borders of what was now Tulipanów. Power awoke from his deep slumber. He trudged slowly along the ground, still uneasy from the previous day. The sun raised higher into the sky, lighting up the mid-morning. Yet there was still a shiny glow. It pulsated from a crevasse, no wider than a foot. Showing deep interest, he approached the crack. McPhat slipped into the hole and continued down a dank, narrow hallway. The radiance continued to grow brighter. The hallway opened into a plummeting cave. It glimmered. Vast piles of golden treasure sat polished in every corner. Then there was a shudder, "McPhat, this treasure is yours. For you have brought me hope, I shall share my wealth under your name."
=== Advancements ===
"Months passed, young plants had now began to sprout from the islands moss-beds. He nurtured the newfound foliage as if it was a child of his own. From now on, McPhat felt it was his purpose to build upon his home, Tulipanów. He was now a grown gander, two foot and three inches to be exact. While less soft, his feathers had grown long, and full of pride. McPhat developed a great interest in the knowledge that Tulipanów held.