**IMPORTANT, DO NOT SKIP**

Some heavier topics may be involved, and as such, here are some warnings. Fire, murder, death, gore, and possibly much more will be involved. Read at your own caution.

**PROLOGUE BEGIN**

A young calico kit looked at the town, listening to the adults talk. Her fangs seemed out of place. She listened intently when she heard the word 'pirate' come up. "-nded up destroying this beautiful town. I am so glad mine kit doesn't hast to grow up with what I didst." Citrine's mother spoke. 

"Thy daughter is a child of god, she was our benison. Whom knows, haply one day, she shall fix what was once undone. I't receive that base MottlePaw didst what she didst though. Ill memories, might not but I say." Her aunt said, a hint of hatred in the Tanain cat's words. 

"What?" Citrine asked. "Thou do want not to worry, Citrine." Her mother shushed her. Citrine frowned yet kept listening. She wanted to know what was wrong. "Still, those nasty pirates didst what they didst. I would they were rid of this orb. And that one town MottlePaw came from should'st get what we got." Citrine flinched at her aunt's words. Pirates were bad?

"Of course, Mana. And yet, we can't doth aught. Like with those nasty sea beasts." Her mother agreed.