It is 1990. It was a cold winter night; I was feeding the fire with firewood. My family stayed in their cottage we lived in. My older brother Waya was out on a mission for the Hunters. I couldn't join the Hunters yet. I was only 9 years old. My brother was 5 years older.

Suddenly, before I could put the last log of firewood into the cooking flames, a loud and frightening scream erupted from the cottage, followed by a low growl.

I dropped the log and rushed into the house. The screaming stopped when I dashed into the living room. I stopped in my tracks. A large deer- horned beast that stood about 9 feet tall was devouring my family. Next, I grabbed an axe near the fireplace, and ran at the large demon.

I swung the base and pierced the thing in the back. It seemed to not notice the blade stuck in its spine. I tried to pull it out, but it was stuck. The more I pulled, the more it began to sink into its flesh. Then I noticed that the monster was healing. Absorbing the axe into its body.

Then I ran into the kitchen, looking for anything that I could fight the monster with. I drew a kitchen knife from the block. I rushed back. The Wendigo had just finished munching away the last of what was my father. In anger, I charged the demon and shanked it with the knife.

This time, it screamed in pain. It spun around, glaring at me with crimson eyes beaming from its boney moose-like head. In fear, I dropped the knife. My knees shook vibrantly. It turned around and towered over me. It licked it tongue hungrily. Its foul breath was so strong, a valley of sunflowers would have all died in this stench. I could run right now. Escape and call for help. Town wasn't that far away. But I couldn't move. It was as if my feet were being held in place.

The majestic jaws of the Wendigo opened. I stood motionless.

Suddenly, before it could bend down to devour me, a streak of a blue flash through the monster's gut. Then with a low grunt, the upper half of the wendigo fell to the floor.

Standing behind. It was my older brother, Waya. His face was calm and passive as usual. His long katana which he used to kill the monster didn't even have a drop of blood on it. Then he sheathes the flaming blue blade as it doused when it enters the scabbard.

He walked over to me, stepping over the corpse of the wendigo. " Akecheta" said Waya, " are you hurt?"

I said nothing. I fell to my knees. Then Waya crouched down and held me. " Everything will be okay. You must have been terrified."

Those words my brother said were meaningless. My family had been killed. That was the day I realized what is really out there. And I wanted to destroy this reality. I wanted justice for all those who had been wronged by these beasts.

This is the story of how I purged a whole source of devil's called the Wendigo...