And Heaven Stood Silent

It was a bitter cold December night. The wind howled through the trees, as the Arctic air blew with the fierceness of a hurricane. Storm clouds gathered on the horizon as the forces of good and evil were about to collide. I could hear the howiling of a lone wolf and the hooting of a wise owl as they warned both man and beast alike about the creatures that were on the move this bitter cold evening.

Whilte mortal men slept, totally oblivious to the warnings and movements of the creatures not o...