"I'm an Irkan! I am hunting for little boys!" Mama said in growls. 

I laugh slightly. I was hiding in a curve of tree branches. I was above her. 

"Come out little boy! Come out!" She growled. 

I laugh harder. I grab my mouth. She turns. 

"So, you're up there little boy!" She yelled.

She grabbed my foot. She tickles it. I laugh. I jump down and run away. We laugh as she chases me. She grabs me and starts tickling me. I laugh. She pretends to bite me. It was really kisses. I spin away from her. We run down the branches, the roads of our village. I get to an opening. I stop. Mama grabs me. She looks to where I'm looking, she gasps. She clutches me tightly.

I see fire balls moving swiftly to the ground. I see them explode. It is the first step in my dream. But now I am beginning to think it wasn't a dream at all. It was a prediction. A prediction that is coming true. The Sky People have come.