Prologue
The cold winter wind blew through the gatehouse door as it was opened by a small weasel dibbun.
"Ah, young Blackfur, son of Sandfur and Blackpaw. Come in, my child." A female otter with graying fur leaned back in her armchair.
"You said that you would tell me a story Miz Abbess." The little weasel shut the door.
"So I did." said Mhera. "What story would you like to hear, little one?"
Without hesitation Blackfur replied. "The story about One-Eye, Sixclaw, and me dad." said Blackfur, shaking snow off of the coat that was as black as his name implied. "Me mum and dad said I'm ol' enuff."
"Alright. This is a tale of love, and war, heartbreak and victory, but most of all, a tale of realization that not all vermin are bad." began the aging Abbess. "It all started long ago, in the forest near Fort Skull"…
A/N
This chapter took me 15 minutes to write. Hope you enjoy!
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