Chapter 1: Whitehare looked at his mother, talking to one of their generals.

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Chapter 1: Whitehare looked at his mother, talking to one of their generals. “I wonder what’s happening now, I know the Crystal Wyverns and Drakes declared war on us, but, aren’t we fine anyways? We’re practically invincible from where we we live, the cold will get our enemies before they get to us, besides for Ice Wyverns, but their most likely gonna ally with us anyways, those Crystal Wyverns will fail anyways, wherever they live, anyways.” He thought, before walking out of the throne room, walking outside into the cold, desolate outside, filled to the brim with snow. “Oh hey Whitehare! Are you gonna help us with hunting patrols yet?” One of the Mana nobles said, presumably lower than most, what was her name? Whitethorn, yes, Whitethorn. Whitethorn was the daughter of an exiled noble, which she worked hard to prove she was not like her father, she had pale white fur, with red markings all over her fur, and with deep green eyes, unusual for a Mana. “Sure thing! Just uh, let me get my fur cleaned real quick!” He said. “Your fur doesn’t even have to be clean for hunting!” She called out to him, as he ran away.

He dropped the last Mammoth corpse, panting, seeing as he just ran back home with a mammoth he was holding. “Wow! I’ve never seen you kill a mammoth with that much skill before! Last time, you almost got trampled!” Whitethorn said, before running off to check on of their hunting partners. He dropped down onto the ground, regaining his energy. “I’m tired, I’m going to take a nap, g’bye.” He said. He walked toward the palace, which was not that far from where they usually dropped off prey, he walked into the palace, heading off toward where he usually slept. He walked into it, dropping town onto his bed of Ovis wool and Yuty feathers, he closed his eyes, letting himself drift off into dreamland.

He felt himself wake up, but it still felt as if he was still dreaming. He looked as he watched the sun rise, turning the ocean a brilliant blue. “Wow, I’ve never been here.” He thought. As the sun rose higher, everything became clearer, there wasn’t any snow, but trees that rose high up into the sky, reminding him of redwoods. He looked as two small figures approached him, two small Manas. Before they could even speak to him in his dream, he felt himself get forcefully woken up. He opened his eyes sloppily, seeing Whitethorn poke him. “Your mother wanted me to wake you up, sorry, but uh, Drakes are invading us, we all kinda gotta um, evacuate, I know your like having a great dream of like, Snowpeak or something, but we gotta go, now!” She said.

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