1 Prologue

Have you ever asked, what is going on behind the shadows? What is hid beneath every raindrop? Who runs every time between barking dogs in the middle of the night? Or, magical creatures in every children's fairy tale, have you ever question about their existence? Everything is invisible, everything is concealed, everything is hidden.

Everyday what we hear is just stories about them. Starting from the honest confessions from people with more abilities to the best deceivers who earn fortune through numerous lies about their existence. Sometimes certain people make personal journeys, to search for the secrets of their existence, or to ask for help with life problems with certain consequences. Some are common knowledge, but all remains a mystery.

The matter of searching for their existence is very difficult. Those who know, will most likely shut their mouths tightly and keep their knowledge to themselves. Meanwhile, people who do not understand and only hear will continue to believe many false facts, as well as fools committed by certain individuals.

In every life story, we often hear that children can be more sensitive to interact with that world. Because of that, there is a belief in society that children are needed to back home at dusk or when the sun is getting down. "It's already late son, go home now ." In various regions, we often hear this sentence. Usually, it is said by parents who call their children home, when it is late, before sunset.

All stories always lead to a mystical and primitive life. A less educated civilization with a collection of traditions that do not know science or technology. But they are all lies. Too arrogant, it seems to conclude that this civilization did not experience very rapid development over the years.

Yes, we all can only speculate without any evidence. Still, everything was hidden under the veil, like covering the chicken coop with a thin, jet black cloth. Not very visible, vague, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

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Maybe this is a coincidence, My name is Sastra, and I like to read. Not only art and scientific subjects but also pop culture readings, such as comics and novels. Somehow the work in the form of writing caught my attention. Sometimes I spend hours in front of a book, where I divert my attention from it only for basic primary activities, such as working, eating, take a bath, and so on.

Friend? It's been a long time since I knew what a friend was. Family? I don't have it anymore. I lived alone after graduating from high school. I will never forget that incident. When I was excited to show the graduation letter to my father and mother, I saw my house that was in disarray, with the bodies of my father and mother lying covered in blood in the living room.

The ceremony and funeral were very fast. Only a few people came, some of my school friends, as well as my father and mother's colleagues. No family was present. Mother and father never told me about their family, there were not any photos that I could find. Since I was a child, I never attended family events or visited my grandparents' house regularly.

In that solitude, I decided to left my dream to go to college, and to make my living I started working odd jobs. Starting from delivering newspapers, bakers, minimarket cashiers, waitresses in cafes, to being a magician clown for children's birthdays. Everything I do alone. Nothing helps, nothing sustains.

*****

That night everything changed, the night that started my routine change, no, my life was more precise.

My name is Sastra, this is not about me, this is a story of war, secrets, and love ...