Owner: Kokoronoryuusei For a long time, back in the Jurrasic period, the creatures called dinosaurs ruled the earth. With no remorse, they would crunch creatures of the lower rank on the food chain in their jaws. Smaller creatures reeled in terror of being savagely slaughtered by devious creatures. The Pteri race was one of these kinds of small, supposedly meaningless creatures that was tormented non stop by dinosaurs. Being the smart creatures we were, we all took refuge in muggy caverns for hundereds of years, continuing our lives in fear of being discovered again by our long time rivals. Those dinosaurs son met their maker, however, when the large meteors flew from the skies and crashed into Neopia, not only the dinosaurs were killed. The civilizations of underling creatues such as us Pteris were ebossed in layers and layers of hot, scalding magma -- only to be dug up as fossils by the brave Neopians. I conclude that I must have been dug up by the Neopian archeaologists millenias after the demise of the dinosaurs. Everything is so...new...I'll adjust sooner or later. But for now, I've joined a group of Neopets who, at first, seemed like a band of brigands to me. We kept meeting up in the most obscure places and eventually, after I helped them slay a monster atop a mountain of Neopia, a small green Shoyru suggested to the others that i be accepted into their group. So now I am one of them, a Darkness Shadow. I feel better than ever knowing I can now help the world. Or are these only artificial emotions?