The big beast that was destroying the side of my emisphere was terrorism. A way if protesting agains the government was planting its seeds and the food was coming imported from other countries. I always left home to school with the fear that I wouldn't come back. That fear that disappeared once u reached my second home, my castle where the big army would save me and nurture me with new information. The only problem- after midday these soldiers would go home, the doors close and my dear soul fighters would go back to their barracks at sundown and demons would come out eager and thirsty for new blood and soft juicy meat.
Who was first? It was a fight between exposing myself to reality or fight the modern demons.