The Ferocious Archives: The Heroes

The dark gray arctic wolf stood upon the Hill. He was still young at the time, but old enough to know that there was nothing worse than war. His full name was Ferocious Sabredragon, and although his mother failed to give him a fitting name, he was proud of it. His crimson eyes reflected the dawn light, and the clouds gently touched his paws and the grass. The land of Jamaa was dying, but Ferocious refused to believe it. The only thing the wolf knew was that nobody was safe anymore.

"Ferocious!" his father called. Their den was in a large rock; poorly decorated, but it was better than nothing. "Get inside!

At the time, Jamaa's leader was a corrupt fox named Un'rande. King Un'rande. He allied with the phantoms, sacrificed his own people, and raised the taxes. Long ago, when he partnered with the Phantom King, he destroyed the Alphas. The last alpha, a descendent of Liza, was imprisoned in the horrible gates of Loc Teribil. She was to remain there until the end of time.

King Un'rande enjoyed gold, delicate plates and other various trinkets. His halls were filled with ivory sofas, and his throne was made from every jewel in Jamaa. He never knew fear because he never tried anything that would make him afraid. When he had to fight, he sent out his guards. And because of the great amount of phantoms on his side, the animals of Jamaa were too afraid to overthrow him. However, the animals had formed a rebellion. These animals lived in underground passages, destroying phantoms and refusing to do the ridiculous tasks the king commanded of them. They hoped that this would make more animals try to fight, but unfortunately not everyone can be brave.

Our young heroine, Ferocious, plays a big part in this mess.