The sea is a mysterious thing. It is the object of a countless number of poems, paintings, stories and horrors. At one moment, it can resemble a sheet of glass; the next, a furious, merciless doom. That day on Mistmantle Island started out like the swam and fished, moles dug away at the earth, hedgehogs walked along, and squirrles jumped from one tree to another.

It was a peaceful day. In the tower, King Brushen the Hedgehog and his Circle governed the island with a kind paw. Animals sang to themselves as they completed daily chores and the children played together in the wood.

No one knew what lay ahead, and the amout of destruction it held.