The full moon rose up over the lake, it's beams shining on the rippling waters and making them shine like hundreds of little tiny diamonds. Back in the shadows of the wood, beyond the treeline, a thousand tiny little eyes shined like liquid pools of blood in the moon's light show, resembling a thousand tiny Christmas tree ornaments. Tonight, the origin of the woodland's creatures would become very apparent once again. The day of the beast was almost here. They had tired of man's cruelty for the sake of sport. Being hunted for game, and at times, just for the sake of enjoying killing a defenseless animal. Tired of being used as bait for dog fights. Their skins and skulls adorning the homes of the filthy rich and famous. The days of basking in the sun and sleeping under the stars unbothered by man's ignorant tendencies to feel all too powerful over the beast had been missing from their world too long. All along the shoreline, the tiny little beasts watched, and waited. It was almost time again...until Luther fought the evil spirits away.