Prologue
The whispers grew restless. The yellow bear stepped out of the shade of the trees, clutching his head. He had to find a way to control this. His eyes shifted from the usual greenish blue to a pure black, his pupils fading into white dots of hatred. He screeched a sound that could be heard throughout the forest, even as his eyes faded back into color. He got up. "He's growing restless…" he said. "I need them. I need to wake them." he said as he limped out of the woods back to the sanctuary. "This is bad. Very bad."
