A group of villagers walked in a group through the woods on a wide path. In their hands, they held pitchforks and torches; their voices were raised to a yells, the group growing larger and larger as more villagers ran out of their houses with weapons and joined their march to the evil lands to end the wild beast once and for all.
The villagers, with their pitchforks and torches still raised in the air, arrived at the edge of the forest; a small clearing spread. They marched halfway through it.
The crowd suddenly stopped, bumping and tripping over each other. There was a crashing sound, and they could see trees falling in the distance. The ground below their feet rumbled and shook, and yells started to rise up as the few woman in the group dropped their pitchforks and ran back into the other side of the forest. The men remained, their weapons shaking.
Fingers as thick as sausages pointed towards the large twin mountains in the distance; a hoof came down on the peak of the right mountain, crushing it whole as shouts arose.
“The legend is true!” said one man.
“We must warn the other villagers!” said another.
“It’s going to kill us all for sure!” said a little boy.
The other peak was crushed by another large hoof; gray, hairy, and bony legs began to rise up from the mountains… a thunderous noise echoed throughout the land as the giant monster rose up. “HEEEEEEE… HAAWWW!”
Trees the size of houses collapsed as the giant being rose up, shook it’s large tail, and showed it’s teeth to the villagers in the distance. It stood tall, beholding it’s large size. From it’s nostrils flew a black steam of fury as it leaped towards the tiny ants that disturbed it’s nap; the villagers stood stock-still as the beast flew through the air at them.
The villagers dropped their weapons and turned to run… but it was too late. The four monstrous hooves came down on them, smashing all the men into the ground. The giant beast stood tall, it’s head raised high. It lifted it’s left leg regally, making a noise unlike any other…
A screech echoed throughout the land. “HEEEE-HAW!”
The women in the village fled with their children as the donkey stormed their homes, crushing their tall-roofed houses with it’s hooves. It bared it’s teeth to a group of screaming children, growling at an oddly high-pitched tone. None seemed to notice the tone as the donkey spread its mouth, a large explosion of fire emitting from inside.
The children burnt to a crisp. Their blackened skeletons fell back and reduced to ash as the donkey’s eyes glowed an evil red, black feathery wings sprouting from it’s back. It stomped around the town, blowing fire to all the wooden houses, smashing townsfolk into trees with it’s large wings.
The donkey looked over it’s shoulder, and grinned madly, nodding of approval to itself. It waved around it’s spiky tail, leveling the village and crushing what was left into the ground.
The donkey spotted a group of women rushing out of the tree line. It would not stand for this, no! It rushed to them, leaping and gliding down with it’s front and hind legs outstretched; it scooped down through the air, it’s large mouth scooped up the women, eating them all whole.
The donkey flew off into the night sky in search of more villages to destroy, screeching. “HEEEE-HAWWW! HEEEEEEEE HAWWWW!!!!”

Brethaim shot up from his bed screaming. Sweat dripped from his brow in tiny beads. He gasped for air, taking several moments to compose himself. The old baker looked out the window with heavy eyelids. What was that dream?
He saw that the sun had just peeked over the horizon. It was probably the fourth or fifth hour of the day. Nobody else would be awake at this time, other than Pumpkin Jack, Morticia's son-in-law.
Brethaim sighed, watching Jack prepare the fields with bone dust and food mulch.
The crows scattered at Jack's approach. Black feathers fell from their wings, left behind in their panic. Brethaim groaned. The screeching, braying cry from his nightmare echoed in his head.


"No! No! No more darkness!" the old man cried. He smashed his fist down on the windowsill, "It was just a dream!"

"No, dear old lad," said a voice, "It was a prophecy."

Brethaim looked up. Standing behind the window was Pumpkin Jack, leering down at him with a terrible grin.
"Wh-what is the meaning of this, Jack!"

"You have seen the past, and now you know what the future will hold," Jack said. His calloused hands found footing under a frame of the window, opened it slowly.

Brethaim stumbled backwards. "What are you doing?" he cried.

"I am afraid I have to do away with you now. Keep quiet, old man."

Pumpkin Jack raised his leg, and then brought his foot down. Brethaim's world went dark.

Old Brethaim woke up in chains. Behind him, he could smell rusted iron. Brethaim had lived through enough wars to recognize the scent of blood. "J... Jack?"

The black-robed, skull-masked figure strode into view, a lacerating tool in hand. It looked like the same farming implement used in lamb sacrifice: a tiny sickle with a tightly curved blade. It was already stained with bloodrust.

"You're finally awake. I was worried shock had killed you."

"Jack... Jack where are we?"

"We are in the Father's domain now."

"Planu... Planu does not live in shadows!"

"You're so naive, for a grandfather."

"N-no... it can't be!"

"I found the way in myself. The main door doesn't open unless you say the name of the Knight they buried here."

"Jack, this is nonsense..."

"The inscriptions call him Sir Arem Terripus. The Master of Dun Crow. An Apothic Knight cavalier."

Brethaim's eyes widened in fear.

"Jack! Jack this is nonsense! Heresy! Dead history! You must stop this!"

Pumpkin Jack traced his fingers along the edge of his blade, stepping closer. Brethaim curled into himself in fear.
"Your blood will fuel his return, old man."

Brethaim wept.

"What about Mortimer? What would he think about this? You'll break his heart! You'll break Morticia's heart!"

Pumpkin Jack presseed the tip of the sickle into Brethaim's side.

"The details of my relationship are none of your concern."
Brethaim felt the blood drip down his side.

"You'll never get away with this!" he roared.

"Oh, but I will."