Literature
Power of Twelve Ch.5
The more I learned about the humans, the more I came to realize how much more fragile they were. I became stronger each day, and I learned a little more.
They seemed so set on material possessions, one was a word I had often heard- money. Humans used this money as a trade for more valuable things such as food, drink, and objects that really didn't seem necessary to me.
It became a daily routine for me to save innocent humans from other humans that meant to do them harm for this money. I never let myself be seen once I left the criminals in front of the radio tower. I had mastered the techniques of silence, and I had become all too fa