It was a stormy night in April. The wind howled forcing the trees to bow to it. The rain came down in torrents sounding like a thousand horses. The moon and stars were eerily hidden by storm clouds. That night two shadows made their way weaving through the violent trees as they did every week to the tallest tree in the forest. When they reached the tree the inky shadows seemed to disappear right into the tree. The tree was actually the entrance to an underground tunnel that led to a large cave.

“Hurry up. We’re already late,” Hissed one of the running shadows. The two shadows finally came to the cave where they were being expected.