A young hare waited on the clifftop. She warily watched the hare army, each soldier ready like a snake about to strike. The vermin were wild, their eyes blazing. The hare sang out, the beautiful strains of her voice weaving a song like a tapestry.

"Footpaws resting on rocky shore,
My heart yearns for you evermore,
The sun sets on golden band,
I watch the army's last mighty stand."

Commodore Sylverfleet stood, back against the dusty wall of the cliff. He watched the vermin advance, their grimy claws marking the sand in a million tiny scratches. His white-knuckled paws gripped a beautifully crafted sabre, the blade a deadly razor edge.

"Hear the drums of war,
Footpaws aching; arms are sore.
I shall wait upon this sand,
Wait for you to return this land."

Mesmira Gavetus stood on the clifftop, unable to join her husband below. Turning her tearstained face towards the sun, she slowly picked up her dagger and kneeled at the edge. The young hare sang out sweetly, her voice like some soft breeze.

"Silver moon, golden sun,
Below are those whose days are one,
Protect this land, save this tribe,
Feel the thrumming war-like vibe."

The vermin charged, footpaws raking the sand and throwing up a cloud of dust. Sylverfleet watched, all his worries vanished, as his fears turned to hot rage. Vermin, destroyers of the land, plunderers of the treasures, taker of slaves. He will destroy them all.

"Hear the thrumming drums of war,
They will not come back for more,
My sabre's clean but will attack,
Courage is one thing vermin lack."

Mesmira's voice rang out above the clamour of war. She hurled her dagger with all her strength.

"Sinister beast, evil one,
From this earth you must be gone!
Feel the steel of this blade,
Feel your sinsiter life just fade!"

It struck the horde leader just as Commodore Sylverfleet's keen sabre stabbed into the evil vermin's heart. Both yelled out, their minds locked together with an eerie energy.

"Vermin flee, turn and run,
Burn, be singed in the sun,
Twisted minds, murdering theives,
Crumple like the autumn leaves!"

The small hare army shouted with jubliation, chasing the vermin into the deep swirling waves of the sea.

"EULALIAAAAAAAA!"