These days there’s always a new tale to weave with half truths that it becomes drenched in debate or conspiracy. This time it’s of these beasts who demand the world’s hierarchy to bow at their feet. They’re demands are no secret and their will is consistently imposed… or so we are told.

No one here knows if these fantasies even existed in the possibility of being true until now. It’s been dark around these parts and if I was not mistaken, I would say this may become true in another lifetime if science fiction becomes mainstream. Until then, I am going to pretend there’s nothing beyond my two acres of land.

A few days later, I hear the screams of the wind blowing through the forest. I try not to look back hear as they may see me and I do not want to meet eyes with these tortured souls. These blonde haired, blue eyed creatures have begun to inflict their wrath upon the world. Drooling the gurgles out of their mouth of a language we cannot speak. I do not believe in these beings, but there are too many to think it is a mishap. I’m scared for the future if we have no choice but the believe in them. They’re spreading like a virus and I’m worried it’ll come for me.