"LET'S GETCHA HOME BOI" As my father started to walk into the forest he spoke to me, thinking that I couldn't understand a word. "YE GEST WAIT 'TILL THE TRIBE SEES YA. OH, THE LOOKS THEIR FACES, YER ONE UGLY OGRE CUB YA KNOW DAT." Despite his thick accent and deep voice I understood my father clear as day. Or should I say night. It was only then that I noticed that it wasn't the sun that lit up the sky but the stars and the moons. *Wait holdup, moons, why are there eight?* "OH, WHAT SEEMS TO HAVE CAUGHT YER EYE LITTLE ONE." said my father as he followed my line of sight. "AH, THE MOONS, YE SHOULD KNOW THAT EACH ONE REPRESENTS THE DOMAIN OF A GOD."