Feathertrue
Little Mouse
* . Prologue. *
In the depths of a fierce volcano, there was a lion. This was a very strange lion, indeed. Her pelt was midnight black and her underfur and paws was purple. The lioness's eyes shined grey and the tip of her tail was aflame. The lioness was pacing back and forth inside a cave. The cave overlooked a lake lava, and high above the lava there was a large opening the ceiling. The lioness looked down at the lava, still pacing back and forth. She was mumbling something about "the curse" and "ice dragons". A roar sounded from the opening in the ceiling. A giant blue dragon spiraled down from the ceiling opening, it's wing flapping up and down and a very serious expression. The dragon landed in front of the lioness who was no dazed by the appearance of the dragon. "Have you made your decision yet, Queen Verona?' the dragon said in a raspy tone. The dragon was three time larger than the lioness but she still replied in a slick voice. "My mind is made up, Whiskit" Verona said. "Ready the sorceresses and warriors and tell them to meet me at Snowfall Peak. Soon, this land will be ours!". Her voice echoed against the cave walls. Whiskit chuckled and said "You are indeed correct, Your Highness. Shall I fetch King Marrin?". The lioness stared at the lava again as bubbles of lava popped and formed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the blue dragon. "No. He will only slow us down." Verona hissed. Whiskit nodded and took off as he spiraled towards the ceiling opening just like he did when he came in. Verona sighed and lifted up an amulet necklace that was tied around her neck. "I'll free you soon, brother." She whispered. "Very, very soon..."
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