"What happened to the boy?" The children started intently at their older brother over the fire. "Why, he was eaten by the Lion that Stalks the Night, of course. Each of his limbs was eaten by one its mouths and the rest of him was split between the sixth and the seventh," the brother answered with a smile. In a place that wasn't a place, the lips of the Lion that Stalks the Night twisted into seven monstrous smiles. It was what was unknown. What could be out there. Disease, bloodthirsty enemies, monsters, curses, death, many thing worse than death. "You're going to what?" "Write it."