It was a beautiful day in Sotillus when we were younger. I bought a Ningyo doll as a souvenir because I was going to miss my home even though I would return in 5 years. When we moved to Funelon we had no idea what we were going to return to... The people of my hometown were always cheerful and nice. But people can change over 5 years... When my brother Ben and I returned, so did they. My old friend told me of the ship wrecks and I knew, for I had heard the legend. The Ningyos were back.