Jack entered the moonlit clearing, His bow at the ready and his quiver full of specially prepared arrows. The entire forest was silent, seemingly aware of the battle that was to take place.
The moon illuminated the scenery of gore and carnage as the monster stood tall above the field of viscera. The red wet stench ripped fresh from a new army, the blood that brings forth appetite on its sharp teeth and it roared against the red moon. The echoes shook the snow off the trees and made the animals running away in a frenzy.