Curse Vlaw was a ferret. He was proud and he ruled over 1000 vermin in a large castle. His father, a warlord and Tyrant, had died in a far off batttle. But who cared? Not Curse Vlaw. Right now he paced his stone room and stopped to look out of the window. A darkness settled out there and was looming close, too close. The ferret stiffened and clenched his paw against the window sill and dug deep. "They're coming...! The Night Demons are coming!" He raked his paw, leaving deep grooves in the stone. "Doom Might!" he yelled. His door open and a rather timid rat hopped inside. "Yes oh Great One?" He face turned to fear when Vlaw held him agaisnt the wall. "Bring the Blood Drinker here to me!" The ferret said threw clenched teeth. "No!" he released the rat. "Send him to the Tribe Trants and bring them back here! Tell him that we need them!" A rather nervous Doom Might ran from the Tyrant's room, his mouth forming into a scream, a soundless one.