Ever thought that you lost something? You know it’s out there. In my gut, I know that I’ll find it again. However, I’m not sure that I want to find it. I hope that it stays lost and forgets about us. If it does return, I have to be here. I can’t run away. I’m duty bound to remain.

They’re coming. In the distance, it’s the ones that we’ve been waiting for. The only problem is… I don’t know if they have come to help. The elders say that they will come back one day. Who listens to the elders, anyways? Just old people with nothing better to do with their time.

However, we need this hope. It’s the only thing that we have left. They say that “Those who left will always come home to feed”. I don’t understand and they won’t tell anybody else about what’s going on. The problem. I’m scared. I’m not frightened of any creature or person. I’m frightened of the unknown. Whatever is coming is unknown. That frightens me. I want to run away but I can’t. I’m duty-bound.