At night they come for him; at night they hunt him; at night they hunger for him. I am his Guardian and I will fight to my last breath. But I cannot fail him, because I am the last Guardian, the last of my blood to still walk with him, he who will bring joy to my cramped and comfortable surroundings. I curl up toward the warmth of the fire as the sun sets, cascading long narrows beams into our home. It will not be long until the sun is gone once more, and I must protect him at all costs.