Perigee

He has haunted me for nearly my entire life. The strange man with tattoos that cover his body and the thick, long red robe he wears. At first, he only appeared in my dreams. He would talk to me, giving me advice, listening to my complaints. He started appearing in the day time when I was 6. My parents thought I had an imaginary friend. But he's real. I've always known he's real. Even now at the age of 20, I can still look over and see him. Sometimes I think I might be crazy… and given what I've been through, maybe I am. All I know is that I have five years to figure out who he is and what his connection to me might be, or I lose him forever and might just condemn my pack in the process.