Night stole softly over Mossflower Wood, sending shafts of shadow and sunbeams to pool softly on the woodland floor. At the tree-dwelling of the squirrels, Oakpaw(Insert Name Here) and Reen Willowbow(Insert Name Here), their daughter Sarla(Insert Name Here) sat in the late summer air, watching the patterns of sunlight playing across the glossy leaves of a group of ferns as the sun sank below the horizon.
A deep yearning for adventure fell upon her, to be somewhere far away from the closeness of the wood and its sheltering canopy, somewhere where there the sky stretched to the horizon. She had heard tales from travelers of faraway Salamandastron, mountain of courageous badger rulers and perilous hares. Where brave beasts defended the coastline from cruel corsair invaders, driving them into the sea from whence they came.
Sarla was brought back to reality as her mother's soft voice floated from inside calling her to dinner.
The young hare, Verulian Verdemonte(Insert Name Here) sat on the seashore outside the mountain stronghold of Salamandastron watching the waves as they rolled in from the sea. He closed his eyes and dreamed of a place where there was adventure and where the rigid rules of Salamandastron could not reach.