(Chapter 1: "The New Beginning") The wind howled ominously through the bare tree tops of Mossflower. Snow fluttered to the ground, covering piles of dry leaves. It was the beginning of winter, and the woodland was covered in a white blanket, which muffled the clopping of two horses hooves. Two more creatures were traveling through the snow that day, A mouse and a mouse maid. Both were wrapped in ragged, travel worn cloaks and looked tired and hungry. The maid stared at the horizon and pointed."Look at that Martin. What do you think it is?" He looked, and shook his head."I'm not sure. It seems to be a sort of heap." The gray horse muttered," I don't know what it is but I don't like the thought of finding out." The mouse maid sighed. "Oh Ghost Dancer, don't be a wet blanket! It can't be that bad." Ghost Dancer snorted softly, " I don't know about that Sally, I just don't know."
Night had almost fallen when the four creatures got close enough to the "heap" to tell what it really was. " Why it's not a heap, its an old run down castle" Martin exclaimed. Ghost Dancer snorted. " Well I don't like it. It reminds me of Badrangs' for... er something bad anyway." Martin looked to the mouse maid. " What do you think Sally?" Sally look nervous. " Like Dancer says, I don't like it. Not one bit." " Oh Sally really. You told me yourself that it couldn't be that bad!" " Well I was wrong. I think we should leave. Now."