The moon shone brightly above the trees, though the stars were nowhere to be seen. Down below the world was quiet, yet not at all still. People were moving around as silently as shadows, even the mist of their breath made no noise as it escaped into the air. There was no times for words, everyone had a job to do. Pretty crimson laid atop the snow, like fallen berries. No one would dream that night, no one would sleep. Candles and torches burned as each resident prepared their homes. Not one detail could be missed, not one thing out of place. While the village remained quiet, the trees turned their back on the events of that night refusing to observe the festivities. Then, breaking the silence, a piercing scream escaped into the night. There was more than meets the eye in that village, for it wasn't just another cold day, it was Black Winter.