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Prologue

A/N: All right, I'm writing this because a friend told me to. This has little bearing on the story, but stick with me, it gets better.

          This part of the story takes place while Lord Verduga is ruling. This part of the story takes place in three different times, so don't get confused.

          Cainwen was eight years old when her mother died of a fever. She lived with her father, though she often spent time with the other woodlanders.

          Then Lord Greeneyes got sick, and Tsarmina took over. Cainwen's father went with the rebellion, and was killed. When Cainwen heard of her father's death, she went for a walk. She was grieving for her father when she fell into a ditch. Several woodlanders saw her fall, including Bella of Brockhall. No one went to see if she was all right, because at the bottom of the ditch were huge thorn bushes, and anyone who fell in there was impaled and dead as a doornail. They mourned for all of those who had died that day, including Cainwen.

          But not Cainwen. She was alive. The thorn bushes had died, and left a soft grass in their place.

          When Cainwen came to, she could not remember anything. She didn't remember that her parents were dead, or her name. The only thing she knew now was that there was a bump in her head and that she was sore.

           She climbed out of the ditch and headed for her house. How she remembered where it was or that it was hers is anybody's guess. But she went home, and stayed there for a year, not knowing who she was, or where she was.

          That changed when a year of so after that fateful day, an old mouse came to Cainwen's house. Cainwen had retained her manners after her fall, so she took in the mouse and feed her.

          "Thank you, Cainwen, my child." Said the old mouse.

          " What did you call me?" asked Cainwen for she did not know her name.

          " Don't you know your name, young one? It's Cainwen. Your parents are dead, and you live in Mossflower."

          That was the last thing the old mouse said, for she died moments afterward.

          Now Cainwen knew who she was. From other travelers she had learned that Tsarmina was ruling. But knowing who she was had no bearing on her life, for travelers had stopped passing her way on the edges of Mossflower. So she carried on as normal, taking care of herself and living alone.