~Chapter 1~

I poked my tiny head out of the egg. I couldn't see anything! Oh, that's because my eyes were closed. I tried to open them, but it was a real struggle. At last, they popped open and all I saw was a pretty young lady, smiling at me. She picked me up delicately and stroked my fur. It felt so good, I actually purred! "I'll call you Afarra," the girl said. "My name's Amaya."

My name is Afarra. I'm a natural baby Shaefu. But I hate being called a baby, so just say 'little' when describing me. A lot of creatus and humans call me Afar. They say it's my nickname. I'm not sure what a nickname is, though... Anyways, I live with my loving owner, Amaya. She's really nice. She never forgets to feed me. She takes me out for walks when she has the time. Amaya and I recently discovered that - get this - my tusks are finally coming in! I was so excited! "Oh, my little Afar is growing up so fast!" Amaya had said. After that, she hugged me and kissed me all over. It was a little weird, but I kind of enjoyed it. I know she loves me, and she knows I love her. 

~Chapter 3~

Alright, so it's been a few years now and some creatures say I look like 'a mixture of a Zaphao/Zenirix/Haberisar/Jahra.' But you know what? I disagree! I think I look like a Shaefu. My own kind of breed of creatu! Even though my origin involves cross breeding, I still believe Shaefus are their own breed, and even Amaya agrees with me! Ugh, let's change the subject. I got sick just a couple of days ago. I'm fine now, though. I was sneezing up purple liquid like a Wyrae! It was so gross in my opinion. But Amaya said she was used to it. Her old creatu was an actual Wyrae, so she had to clean up messes like that all the time. I almost felt bad for her as I watched her clean up the purple gloop.

~Chapter 4~

It's been many more years and I think I am full grown. My tusks are long, my tail is curled up, and I have a swirled design in my fur. Amaya has grown up, too! But, never mind that. We are currently living in a nice cozy home in Relcore. Ever since Amaya won the Weekly Raffle awhile back, we've been having a very good life. Amaya says we'll never be poor, but sometimes I wonder, what if we do? 

~Chapter 5~ 

Years and years have gone by now and I have become old. It's hard to walk and sometimes it hurts to eat. Part of my tusks have broken off. I've been through many adventures and traveled many places, but I think it's time for me to retire. So here we are, in our home snuggled up together. I'm laying on Amaya's lap while she is sitting in a rocking chair. I close my eyes and take my final breathe. 'Goodbye world. Tell Amaya I love her,' I think to myself.