Long time ago monsters used to live in a peaceful island filled with mysteries and wonders; Fairies flying across the skies, Vampires lurking around in the shadows, and Mummies telling stories when they used to be king. One day a ship crashed on the island, a huge mob came out they started attacking the villagers. Some monsters tried to run away, some fought back. One of the monsters was my grandmother she was a noble woman, she was no royal or knight she was inspiration itself. Other monsters admired her. she was well known others was thinking she was crazy in trying to save all the monsters from the in evitable, but she didn't care as long as her fellow monsters had escaped, I heard some stayed back and stayed alongside her. Her body was not found, but others Known her as a wolf that leads her pack, and someone that tries to make a difference even if there was no possibility of winning.