Why Teenagers Shouldn't Hunt Monsters

Prologue: Monsters Are Real, I Swear

I guess you could say that my life has never really been boring. Fighting monsters, traveling the world and watching over my younger brother has always made things quite a bit interesting. I guess I should explain a bit.

     My name is Sonya. Sonya Love Falk(my mother insisted on my ridiculous middle name so please ignore it), and I come from a long line of hunters. And what's a hunter you may ask? Well, it's the world's worst job which we don't even get paid to do. I mean jeez, if we're gonna be at risk of being eaten, tortured or disemboweled, we should at least get some cash as compensation. But no... all we get is "good job saving the world, see ya next Tuesday". That still doesn't tell you much about we do. I know this because some of you are probably sitting there looking more confused than a small child who just learned about the birds and the bees. So let me elaborate.

    Hunters hunt monsters. Ugh, I hate that word... monsters. It makes everything sound so trivial. It's not. And I know what you're thinking.

    "Monsters? Like the things children are afraid of? That's silly, they're not even real."

    Of course you think they're not real, that's the point. You never see them because us hunters have been keeping them away from you for centuries. I bet if you were getting your face chewed off you wouldn't think they were so fictional!

    Uh.....sorry for the outburst, but if your life was constantly in danger you'd probably be a little annoyed too. But as for the types of monsters out there, pop culture isn't entirely inaccurate. Except for Twilight, Twilight sucks(pun intended). But as far as I've seen, it's not too far from the truth. Vampires suck blood, Werewolves transform under a full moon, and demons are just a general pain in the ass. But there is one which towers above the rest. The true spawn of hell.

    God.

    Damn.

    Avemians.

    The first thing some nerds may notice is that it comes from the word avem, which is Latin for bird. I don't know how exactly they got that name, no one really does. I like to think some Greek dude was walking around one day and was like "what a strange bird" and most likely got torn to little pieces. They are not pleasant creatures. See avemians are kind of like harpies. They look like a de-feathered bird grew the most hideous sorta human face you could imagine. They're gangly and scrawny but have incredible strength, as well as six-inch claws that could gouge your eyes out. But worst of all, they can shapeshift. So they could be anyone. You know that cute boy or girl that you would chop off a limb just to go on a date with. Well, one minute you could be making out in the back row of a movie theatre and the next thing you know, your face is gone.              

    So yeah, I don't like them. And even better, I've had a few personal encounters with them. And that's where my story begins. It all started when I still lived back in Sweden.

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