Chapter One – The Last Sprite

Three-hundred and ninety days, Three-hundred and ninety-one nights. I don’t need to watch over my shoulder, I just stay ready to fight at any moment. I tried running at first. I didn’t know what they really were yet; I just knew that they’re not human. I hurt one of them with what would have been a fatal blow to a person. He shrugged off the chair leg sticking through his chest and kept coming at me. Was it bad that I was the only one who seemed to see them for what they really were? They cal...