Wishes

Li sat in the fields. He gazed at the moonlit heads of wheat now empty and stripped of their grain. They looked ghostly, like pale and barren bones sticking up from the ground. Thankfully, they did not seem to deteriorate as quickly as they grew. Once the life they nurtured – the grain – left their stalks, the wheat seemed to revert to normalcy.

Zagan stirred beside Li as he gazed at the skeletal stalks of wheat. The demon had no concept of agriculture, but still nodded in appreciation of the mere fact that what lay sprawled before him was the fruit of his master's labor.

Li had come out here because he did not want to interfere with the family bonding that was going on in the cottage. He wasn't part of that family, so he wanted to give them the time to talk among each other without the awkward presence of a third party involved.

"Great One, a human presence disturbs us," rang Zagan's voice in Li's head.