Doreen slept uneasily that night. She lay, half awake remembering the horror she found when she returned from working at the mill.

All day, she'd heard murmurs of suspicion. Some even looked at her, but she ignored them. There was nothing to be frightened of. They'd killed the monster already. They'd see, they just needed time to calm down.

But then she saw the crowd dissapating from the Hanging Tree. Curious, she walked closer. Until she noticed that someone was hanging there. What had happened? Who was it? As she walked closer, her mind began to deny what it was she saw.

No.... No!!! She wailed and ran to the hanging form of Murska. Hugging herself to his dead legs.

She had collapsed soon after, weeping at her loss. Why? Why had they done this to us? She asked no one.

Then she remembered her daughter. She slowly got to her feet and went home. The villagers, they were the real monsters. She couldn't trust any of them now. So she hundled in her bed, holding her precious daughter in her arms. I'll protect you baby. She whispered as her daughter slept.