"Mom! Mom!", Blake cried, "they're gonna hurt me". Tears are streaming down his face as he yells for his mother. He can hear and feel that she has been woken. His mother makes her way to his room running as fast as she can.

"What's wrong sweetie?", She asks. Blake points towards the wall. A creature, an evil one, is hissing at him from the other side of the room.

"That", Blake says while pointing at the creature.

"It's okay sweetie", His mom says.

"Why mommy. He's gonna hurt me. I can feel it", Blake says.

"I know sweetie. He can't hurt you. Creatures are not allowed to. If they do they'll die", Blake's mom says.

"But I'm scared mom", Blake says.

"I know sweetie I know", His mom says. She holds him tightly. He cries on her shoulder until he falls back asleep. She strokes his head. 

"Ascura resdora exili perosinia", She whisper. All the creatures in the room disappear. She falls down and squeeze her sons hand.

Some may call them crazy. However, the scars on Blake's mother are very real. In this world there are good and evil creatures. Some want to hurt you. Some want nothing to do with you. Some want to be your friend. Our dear Blake found out the tough way that not all people that live here with him can see, feel and hear what he does. The fact still remains that with a gift like that should be hidden. The language of the Ancient should be hidden from the rest of the world. This may be a story about a boy who the world saw was flawed while in reality he saw the world for what it was: a dark and sinister place were if there is a single dash of light it was to be destroyed.