The sun was about to set in the crimson sky, casting a beautiful, golden glow over the hills. It was a place where Beverly often came to unwind. This evening, however, she noticed something was different. The green, long grass was flattened, there were no sound of bugs or birds, and the earth was churned up. It looked as if a massive creature had been thrashing about in a fit of rage. Shuddering, she stepped over a massive footprint. She was not alone.
Before she could turn around, two cyclopes ambushed her, their single, glowing eyes fixed on her small, pale body. With a primal rage, one monster brandished a tree, swinging it at her like a baseball bat. But right before Beverly would have been smashed to pieces, his companion intervened. Apparently, he had other plans with the young girl.
