• A long time ago, long before anyone could remembered, when the world was still young and unexplored, very few creatures dare to travel far from thire habitats. But there was one species that did dare to travel, that did dare to learn what others refused to, that dared to live. This is the story of Mallard, the great grandson of Merlow the Youngest.

    The world was bright and colofrul, the lands were calm and shining with the smell of ingenuity. Today the son would be born, Mallard Spanzard, the first born child of Mordred the Sorccrer. The moles celebrated the birth of the wizard, for he would be the beging of the salvation of mole and other ground-resideing species. The moles were a fair species, strong and intelligent they led the other species in science and magic. In the moutains and plains, the Tengu men and the species of Crow learned many things from the moles, includeing sword fighting and sculpting. In the forest and lowlands, cats, wolves, pigs, vultures, and the cat-people learned the diffrent kinds of magic the moles could harness from the elements. The other species loved the moles, except for one.

    The hybrids of nature, the outcasts of the land, they did not like the moles. Other species only took in some hybrids, ones considered teachable. The hybrids only wanted one thing from the moles, thire fame and glory. And so began the process of gaining that fame, by createing a much stronger and durable hybrid. But this hybrid I write of won't come into play until later, when he is truley needed.

    Now, back to the young Mallard. He was a bright cherry young one, even the powerful necromancer John Dee enjoyed his company. The youth loved everything about sand, the feel of it, the things that crawled in it, and the sound it made between his claws. One day at the desert near the home he lived in, he would meet the lover of his life. She was a young blue haired cat girl, wearing a Rezinin monk's robes and a necklace of fine gold. Together they alone would help create the hero that would save the wrold from the powerful hybird.

    The two met for the next few years, until young Mallard was 12. That year, his world would collapse within itself. The mole council had decided to leave before the hybrids became too powerful, and that only a large land-mass across the vast ocean was the only escape. So he left with them, but gave his love one last thing, the thought of a son. The neko kept that thought, but only Mallard could bring it to life.

    So here we are now, deep in the Great Forest, going undergorund. That thought lives here, alive, breathing, and dreaming of his origin.