Before the War
Chapter 1No one knew why the tribe couldn't settle down. But Luke did!
All because of King Mortspear!
The name barely whispered, could spell certain death, to the speaker.
King Mortspear!
The wildcat ruler was known by other names: thief, murderer, tyrant. But none more dangerous than his own.
King Mortspear!
Ruler of the largest fortress in the northlands. It was in disrepair, the soldiers had gotten too lazy. He led raids on the nearby dwellings, leaving death and destruction in his wake.
King Mortspear!
The room was scarcely lit, but you could still see who was there, King Mortspear! Looking around the room, the banners drenched, and slowly deteriorating. Between them fungus and algae grew uncontrollably. A ferret entered the room.
"What do you want, Ratflank?" he said without turning around.
"Yore, Majesty, yore wanted on the parade ground."
"What now?"
"A small band of foxes want to talk to you, sire."
"What did you say?"
"Foxes, yore honor."
"C'mon Ratflank. We'd better go see what they need."
"Yes, yer honor."
"And Ratflank"
"Yes"
"Will you quit saying yore honor?"
"Yes, yore ho – er – sire."
"Ratflank just shuddup!"
Out on the parade ground. Scratt the rat captin yelled out to the foxes, "'Ey you, yes you, wha' do you wan' here?"
"I'm here to see yer chief. And the names, Fang."
His Majesty, doesn't wan' t'talk t'you – FA-"
Mortspear cut him off, "State you piece, and then begone, fox!"
"I'm here to let you know bout a mouse tribe coming this way, the leader goes by Luke."
"Luke you say," he said with false interest, "Come on in fox. Tell me all you know. But yer minions stay outside."