it was the late 1700’s. Jaren was the usual, gruff farmer. It had been a usual night when he found you, a supernatural being, and it’s been months now since. You usually stuck by his side, but weren’t allowed to leave his property because the government would kill you. Tonight was no different, he was farming corn, while you towered over him, quietly watching. You didn’t have the greatest grasp of the human language, but you could understand it.