The monster

The creature with the crooked leg was the nightmare of all who lived in Liberty Canyon. It was said that he drank a gallon of human blood every night as he howled at the ominous moon.

At every dusk the people left sacrifices to the dangerous foe. They would kneel at the monster's alter, pasted with the dust of meteors, as they gazed terrified at the setting sun.

There was once a story of a magical crow that would attack the berserk monster, but that story was now taboo, the mere thought of a tool to bring them to safety was too much for them to hope fore.

A select few still searched the sky for the aerial bird, refusing to budge from their seats until they were sick with vertigo.

But the bird never came.

The monster did.