Three days came and went. Three days of tortured screams from my brother. Three days of his half sentences and delusional phrases. Three days before we knew it was too late...I spent those three days trying to discover what this thing was that could do this to my father and brother. I was no good at catching the whisker fish, but I could track better than Apollo himself. I retraced what I could of their path to the pasture, and beyond. I saw the fence half repaired, spare posts lying scattered about. As I searched around for more clues, for more traces I heard a sound unlike anything before. A sound that wasn't natural to the forest I grew up in, but that was rooted in the earth. As if this single sound was coming from the bowels of the deepest cavern, as if it alone was capable of shaking the earth above it to its will. As if this sound shaped the earth. I started my way towards it, not without being afraid but being drive by a purpose. A purpose to find what had done this to my family and to strike whatever vengeance down upon this mysterious thing that I could. If only I had more sense. If only I would have turned around and left it at that. But I didn't...