PIERCE
"This creature is not normal," the shaman spoke as she finished her ritual. With her legs sitting in an indian style, she put down whatever thing she's holding and stared at us.
She looked calm and neutral, but I can read her eyes. There's a hint of concern and fear behind it, and I'm sure that whatever she is going to say is not good in any way.
"This creature had been alive for decades," she continued. "Maybe more than half of a century. However, his current form is just new. He must be in this form for less than a decade."
"What do you mean?" my twin asked as he leaned closer to the shaman. "Does it mean that this creature is normal before being like this? What kind of creature is it before?"
"That... I can't answer," the shaman responded, making me sigh heavily. "But his
