I dream of a peaceful village. One that I hold dear.
The children sing hymns of my power, my protection. The adults bring me gifts of sustenance and grandeur.
They made me a home, worshipped me as their guardian and I saw them as children apart of my nest.
I defended them from the evils of this world, the beasts that wish to do nothing but tear them apart.
One day, a young boy had asked me this.
"Guardian beast o' guardian beast. Why do these beasts hunt us so? You protect us with your wings yet they seek to rip us apart with their fangs."
A question that lingered on my mind.
I was the strange one to ally myself with beings that I should hunt. To give them shelter, to give them warmth.
But perhaps it's because I saw the peace within this village that I chose to do so.
It had taken me a long time to reply to that boy for I was unsure of the answer myself.
The cycle of hunter and the hunted. It's one that I've seen repeated many times yet now I sought to change that.
