When I woke up, the other side of my bed was cold. I thought about it for a while and then realized….that I was thinking the same thing Katniss did in the Hunger Games. My copy of the Hunger Games was on the desk next to my bed. It was still the night; there was a chill in the air, like it was every night in Tresa. I quickly snatched the book and examined it for no good reason; I really just liked the cover. There was that cool golden bird thing; I love birds. The Hunger Games was a really good book. I had recently finished it.

My eight year old sister, Hermia, had left my bed and gone to sleep in hers. I became fairly annoyed, because she woke me up in the middle of the night, saying she had a bad dream, and then she just goes and sleeps in her bed. I mean seriously? That's juts ridiculous.

Oh yeah, your probably really confused as to who the heck I am. My name's Tigwwa. I'm just your average guy. I'm not really special. I'm twenty three. My mom and dad both died. My dad died when the "forces" came and shot him and my mom died the same way when Hermia was two. And I still have no idea why they gave me such a ridiculous name. I mean Tigwwa? What kind of name is that? I don't really miss them. My dad was a really mean guy and my mom didn't help us, she was fat and lazy and ate all the food she got, so now is not really different from back then; I have to get food for me and Hermia.

Oh, I mentioned "forces" up there right? Yeah, the forces are the soldiers of the King. Now, I could sit here and write the extended version of who the king is but I know that we both don't have the time and energy for that…..I mean, I could be here for hours. So I'm going to make a long story short and say that there was this dude who got some magical powers, defeated the, well, everyone, killed the leaders of countries, and this dude must be really strong because he defeated Russia, and that just goes against the laws of nature or so I'm told because I wasn't really born before the time of the King.

The king expanded his empire. He actually started in Russia; he was Russian. Soon, the whole world was covered in the darkness of the King. Everywhere, except for a small island of the coast of Canada, so small that the King did not notice it; it was my island. We lived in peace since we were not part of the empire.

I was never a person for sleeping a lot. I got up, stretched, glanced back at Hermia, took up my knife and went outside. I was very interested in hunting game. On our island, villages are what make up the places where people live while the rest is wilderness, places where people can hunt game. We needed some more food at home so I figured I should go. I still liked doing it though.

I walked through the forest, the night was still cold. The trees looked tall, dark and menacing in the darkness and there was an scary silence. I was walking and then I heard something that severely pierced the silence. Something….strange. It sounded like a snake. What it exactly sounded like was something like sacath, seth hacktha, noseth ack ash san. I looked into the distance. Something extremely pale white was approaching. It came close to me and I saw it. Its horrible nose deprived face and lip deprived mouth. I saw it, and I instantly recognized it.

"Voldemort?" I asked.

The being did not answer he just stood still.

"No, this is impossible, you died in 1998!" I shouted out. I had known that Voldemort was real, not just a character in a book, or so my parents had told me. Apparently the King revealed the wizarding world to us. He was not a wizard, but because of his magical powers he was able to go into the wizarding world disguising himself as a wizard, expose it and destroy it.

There was a moment of silence. The creature just stood, unmoving. It then opened its mouth, bared its fangs and attacked me. I fought it off and slit its throat. It fell to the ground. I reached in my pouch and grabbed the holy water that I always had with me in a small tube before it could get up again. In sprinkled the water on it and it melted like the water was acid. I put the tube back in my pouch.

"Damn those vampires," I said to myself. Well, technically they were already damned, though they may have been good but once you are bitten by a vampire you must drink blood and you will be damned for that. This isn't twilight were animal blood works and you get an eye change. Stephanie Meyer knew nothing about vampires. They don't sparkle, ever. They melt and die. The only time you might be able to go to heaven when you are vampire is when a person kills you before you drink anybody's blood.

I always had holy water on me because the rate of vampire turnings was getting higher and higher and I needed to protect myself. Hermia also always had holy water on her, although she was almost never out of my sight. Key word: almost. I was out here; I wasn't watching Hermia at this time.

I learned something very important that day. Not every person without a nose is Voldemort. They might just be a person pretending to be Voldemort to get people to be in shock and let their guard down.

After being attacked by a vampire I felt that I should have probably have gotten out of the forest for a while. It was about 5:00 in the morning and it was still the night; it was still cold. There was a person in our community that got up a bit earlier than I used to get up and his name of Old Man Steven and he had a reputation for being well…a crack head. He was greatly touched in the head. However, we didn't have rehab or a mental institute or any place that could help Old Man Steven. Despite this, I decided to pay him a visit; I didn't really have anything else to do.

He lived in a house on the near outskirts of the center of the village. His house was a very large, yet extremely worn down cardboard box. As expected, he was looking curiously at his surroundings, as if he had just awakened from a coma of about 20 years and was looking at his new environment.

I walked up in front of him and said, "Good morning Mr Steven." He did not answer, he just kept looking around. I repeated my statement three times. Then, I became irritated. I grabbed him by the shoulders and furiously shook his frail, hairy, poorly kept body shouting, "Good morning Mr. Steven!" repeatedly. After some time I just dropped him. I decided that I would say it one more time and if he did not answer I would just leave the crack head.

"Good morning Mr. Steven," I said gently again. As I said this, Old Man Steven jumped as if I had appeared out of nowhere and had just said it.

"Ah! Oh, hello my lad," he said to me.

"I was wondering if you would like some company," I said back to him.

"Oh, sure! Sure!" he responded enthusiastically.

I sat down around the small fire in front of his fire. I tried as well as possible to make small talk.

"So, how's it going?"

Old Man Steven stared at me.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked him.

"No, it's just that…..what kind of dumb faggot bitch says 'how's it going?" he responded.

And I wasn't offended. Old Man Steven always said things like that.

"Um…well, I'm doing fine," I tried to respond politely.

After that I tried talking to him and it went fairly well, considering I was trying to talk to a crack head. We started talking about the problems of the Tresa; the poverty, the King and his empire, Tsaw, which might find us eventually. When the forces found us that one time and killed my parents, five came and we were able to kill them all before they escaped and reported back to the King.

"Hey, do you know the real name of the King?" I asked him.

"Well, we're not really supposed to talk about it, that's why we refer to him as the King, or sometimes, you-know-who."

"Well, maybe you can right it down."

"No. I can't spell it. Okay, here goes. His name is….What's His Face."

At that very time a wolf sounded in the distance.

"What's his face?" I asked him for assurance.

And the wolf howled again.

"Shh, Shh. Yes that's it. Fuckin' bitch took my home in Canada and I had to move here. You know I've never heard you curse. Can't you do it?"

"I don't really curse," I said. It was really part of my ideals that I shouldn't curse; it was in the Bible.

"Bullshit," he said angrily to me.

At that moment I saw the golden sun appear slightly out of the darkness. Dawn was approaching and something hit me. I had spent to much time with the crack head. I needed to get back to Hermia.