User blog:Blizzard6654/The Great Chronicle

Prologue: A mouse smiled as the sun rose slowly into the sky. He was a strong-looking young fellow, with musles rather large for one his age, and carried a haversack strapped to his back and a oak staff, nearly as tall as himself. He then marched north. He was striding through the woodlands, then he came out, and gasped at what he saw. There was a great city there, with tall spires and elegant towers. He could see bustling figures walking around. The city was in a valley. He looked at the opposite end of the valley, and saw an old, damaged tower. His curiosity got better of him, and he went to see. As he approached the tower a strong otter strode to the top of the tower, holding a trumpet. Then he blew, and sweet notes filled the air. The sun was beggining to set, and the music rang through the clear air, enchanting the scene. Soon two squirrels strode out, both carrying flutes. Then came a hare, with a drum. The music flowed, and the mouse grinned broadly. It seemed to be alive, filling him with joy and happiness. Then they stopped playing, and went over to him. "Ahoy there, rest a bit with us, listen to a good story!" called out the otter. He nodded and followed them. "This is the first tale." he said, picking up a dusty old tome. "It begins like this..." The First Tale: The Second Taggerung Alkanna the ottermaid ran, knowing it was her only hope. A weasel and a fox watched as she jogged off. The weasel snarled, "Why can't we catch her?! What do you mean, she won't be tested enough?!" The fox threw some bones in the air, noting their positions when they landed. "If she is to be a true Taggerung, we must let her escape first, then catch her again. That is what the omens say." The weasel hit a tree in frustaration, then yelled, "Fine, but we won't wait long, I swear on my own name! Be afraid, otter, for Vzzelo the Ruthless is coming!" Chapter 1: The stream