OK this is a weird question are you a boy or a girl?

Rain falls in sheets outside my hollow.  I can't help but remember the night when everything went wrong.  Staring out of my hollow is like staring into a memory.  A deep dark cold memory.  Where fire isn't fire and my life veers to a different destiny. I only wish I knew why.

I'd been thinking of the conversation I had heard the night before.  Bringing it up with the fairies had not.  Gone as planned.  To relate to that night would be disloyal to the fairies as well as to myself. But anyhow something had to be done.  A thought crossed my mind, should I bring it up with someone? Hmmm I had  only just met Storm Windwhisperer.  And Timber had'nt spoken with me yet. I pondered that thought. I watched the rain slow down and stop.  Dripping through leaf barriers, leaking through mist.  The wind knows and he tells me his secrets.  Whispering threads of words only a few understand.  Whisps of speech atop the marsh. Settling on reeds.  Whispering their thoughts.  Magic.

The next morning waking up I know what to do.  Taking a pen and paper I write to all who will listen.  

"Calling a meeting of the birds, the fish, the mammals, the reptiles, and the insects.  I hope we will come to an agreement on ways of capturing and demobibilizing the owls  and other creatures who intend to cause harm to the species of gryphon and other magical creatures.  All ideas and information is welcome.

Though I know already there are groups whose intent is to destroy BIG, I think a certain group would be easier to organize and to handle.  This group as I am calling it shall be known as TEMPEST.  TEMPEST's sole intent is NOT to destroy the creatures that work for BIG but to show mercy to them.  Whether they deserve it or not.  If you believe that anyone who is employed at BIG is worthless and evil I would advize to join another group.  Please consider.

~Windswift