Centuries ago, my kind was hunted and trophied by humans. We were their greatest conquest. I don’t know why their sport started, but it became such a popular sport they killed nearly all of us. There are some in hiding, but we only survived by seeking out the witch to give us the ability to shift.
This idea came from my mother. She is the reason we are not extinct. It has been well over 150 years since their hunt was extinguished, but there are few who still believe in the old stories.
We once owned the sky, the sea, and the land. Now we hide in dark crevices. Some have managed to learn how to tolerate humans and live among them. I am not one who could overlook this. The reason being I am the oldest to live.
My age ranges somewhere at about 430 years. I quit counting long ago. No rea
