It was midnight, the very first hour of the new summer. Vulgor the Vulgar, the pine marten warlord, stood on top of a hill by the fringes of Mossflower Woods. Looking down he saw his great horde of vermin, the horde that had taken him five years to recruit. Five years was a long time for the pine marten. He wasn't getting any younger. To gain back those five years, Vulgor needed something, something that would make him live forever, give him eternal life. That something was the Eternal Daysong.
Vulgor wasn't sure whether the Eternal Daysong was a spirit, a creature, or a song that was written on a piece of parchment. Any which way, the Daysong is supposed to last, or live, forever. If the pine marten destroyed it, its eternal life would flow into the destroyer, thus making Vulgor an immortal.
Once again, the warlord looked down at his horde. He cackled. The gold earrings on his head quivered, the rubies and emeralds that were made into a necklace trembled, the many yellow fangs in his mouth shook, his red tunic and the blue cape swayed in the wind's direction. Surely enough, Vulgor lived up to his name. He thrust up his head to yell his warcry: "Vulgoooooooooooooooooooooor!!!!!!"
At the sound of their leader's warcry, the horde threw their paws up to their brows in a smart salute; they were ready to serve. Vulgor nodded his head in approval. This horde was his to command, his to control. The pine marten and his horde threw back their heads simultaneously and together they shouted out in one voice to the stars of the night:
"Vuuuulllllggoooooooooooooorrrr!!!"
Author's Note: There's the prologue. Its much more detailed than the summary, just so that you can get a better understanding of the story. This fic is rated T just to be safe.