Whooo am I?

The day started off just like any other. People got up early for work, their hair disheveled and looking like bird nests, children sitting up in bed and wiping the remnants of their dreams from their eyes and the drool off of their faces. Any later and the drool on those children would've dripped off of their chin and onto the floor. Husbands and wives were equally putting on their work outfits, doing some last minute ironing, opening up the fridge, finding the eggs, milk, orange juice, and bacon and then laying out everything out on the counter. Slices of bread popped into the toaster, cereal boxes on the table in case the bacon and eggs don't get cooked in time. You know, the usual hussle and bussle as almost every human being under the rising Arizona sun was waking up and throwing themselves into the day and seeing what awaits them.

Well, what else can you except for the usual, boring, drab classes and monotone voice of the English teacher telling you to turn your textbooks to the next page? Not much, I can tell you that. Ugh and of all the things to learn about in class today, it just had to be grammar. The kids hated grammar.

And on and on the day went for the kids. In elementary, there was recess, which was the highlight of the day for many. Some went out to the playfields to play soccer and run around, trying to run faster and faster, dodging and weaving between an army of legs and other kids. Those were usually the sporty types. Then there were the ones that kept to the playground equipment and played hot lava monster, swinging and clinging onto the bars, clambering over one another to get to the highest ground. Don't tell these kids that they are playing childish games for they will literally give you death stares until you vacate the premises AND as of a matter of fact, these are the strategic kids, who, with their quick thinking, would greatly outwit any adult who dares to double-cross them.

There were also the artistic ones who were evenly dispersed inside and outside. Outside: Capturing the natural beauties of the courtyard tree...

or the CHAOS of the playground...

while the ones on the inside were focused on their canvases to create their young prodigy masterpieces or creating paintings of whatever they just had for lunch or even creating paintings that were so surreal, you would really arch an eyebrow or probably even both in thinking of whatever it would be that goes on in those pre-adult brains of theirs.

All in all, just another normal day... or so people thought. Let's step away from the kids for a moment and explore the world of the adults. Honestly, a bit more drab if you know what I am saying. Less colorful, less vibrant, and pretty much just the day in and day out experience of monotony.

Everything was as normal as normal as normal should've been. But. This was not the case.

You see, deep in the desert, something was stirring. Something that had been sealed away for thousands of years, but was there. It has always been there. Waiting, waiting for the opportune moment hen it could finally release itself from the shackles that bound it to the earth. Its vengeance would be swift, but not merciful. The darkness that follows it would kill without discrimination. The world as we knew it, would be flipped upside-down until we are driven mad by the sheer horror that being would unleash upon our senses. To what the human eyes perceived it as, it looked like a barn owl, armed with its flying shadow army. The appearance of this motley crew was deceiving, at some times it looked like sharp diagonal shards of iridescent light was reflecting off of these beings. But come they shall. Come they shall...