Chakax looked from his hut window at the great mountain. It had been a year since the demon scourge came to Grandion. All was quiet now. He remembered the funerals of three great friends. Oxyotl, Scar and Ursak. They gave their lives to save this world and they had done well. For now Chakax was at peace but he knew that the demons would one day return and when that was, if he was still alive he would be ready.