“Once upon a time, long ago, all creatures were good and looked like humans. But some of these people were not happy to look like humans. They trusted in a dark magic and sprouted tails, wings, horns, and claws. They had to hide from the sun and lurk in places as dark as their souls. Then they began to change their shapes and control other human’s thoughts. So all the good people got together and chased away the evil people and they named them shen. And so you must never never talk to a shen because they’ll try to hurt you. Because there is nothing the shen fear more than the humans, because humans possess a magic stronger than any that they possess.”

Grandpa told me that story. He knew the names of the demons. I wish I knew the names. I would ask him but now he’s dead. Everyone is dead and we’re all gonna die.

It’s the shens fault my daddy desserted. The cowardly bastard. He desserted the army and came home to the falls. Oh the falls, where are we going mommy? will we ever see the falls again.

He deserved to die. he was a coward , a weak, faithless Man. That’s what gandpa says. Grandpa’s dead… I hate daddy. they burned the falls… the house by the falls because of him. I’ll never never never forgive him. he destroyed my home.

The army came looking for him and now they’ve burn us out of our home… Grandpa is dead. He was burnt alive. they hit him over the head and nobody went back for him when they burnt the house. I screamed and screamed for him but he never came out and none of the soldiers went in.

My grandpa is dead and so is My coward, deserter, unfaithful father was hung as a deserter. Now mommy is running. they did bad things to us. to my mommy and my sisters and I but now we’re running away. my sister thinks she’s gonna have a baby and my other sister keeps slapping her and telling her to shut up. She says we’re running away. I don’t know where we’re going. Mommy won’t stop crying but no one is slapping her.

I want to know where the hell we’re going but mommy won’t answer. she says we’re all going to die. She just keeps saying it again and again. Daddy’s dead. Grandpa’s dead.

we’re going to die. we’re going to die. we’re going to die.

-I want to go home.-

You idiot, you don’t have a home anymore.