Forgotten

A part of one of the oldest legends in these regions. Old inhabitants of our countries called them "the ones from fire". Devil's descendants they thought. They had nothing to do with the devil, for the devil isn't real. They are. Now they are forgotten. Perished from our memories as living, breathing beings remained just as a single word, so rarely used.

We have made a mistake by doing so... Dishonoring them like that. Even though they evoked disgust and struck fear inside our elder's hearts by the very mention of their name, we kept them only a legend, a stupid bedtime story to frighten our children. Another mistake... They must be honored, for they live and breathe among us... They feed among us... They feed on us... And, yet, they keep themselves away from our sight.

Some very few of us can spot them. Those few share the same pledge and the same curse with the eldest of their ancestors. To get to know them, you need to spot the wolves among people. All you need to do is think. Your eyes have nothing to do with it. They know when the ones from fire are after you, but they cannot always be there to save you from them.

Be aware of the looks from the shadows. Be aware of a soothing, unfamiliar touch in the crowd during your party time out at night. But mostly, be aware of the cold, lifeless breath stroking your neck in the time of your weakness...

They must not be forgotten.

They must be perceived.