A Momentous Day on Mount Olympus
Born deep in the forest, far from the prying eyes of mortal men, a small creature flitted ceaselessly 'round the perilous rack and fen. It searched for a bit of Magic to keep its Age Olde Race intact, snooping in the Neverlands, Stealthy Fugitive from Truth and Fact. A raptor plummets from the sky, cruel talons spread... Shrill Scream of Pain ... THE ANCIENT TRIBE IS DEAD! Forest Giants tremble, they moan their sad refrain, "We'll never see their like again, dancing naked in the...