Prologue

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Moonrise, Spring 1953, Vulture's hideout

"Curse Leo! Curse that stupid lion!" A rabbit with fur as white as snow yelled as she slammed his paw into the tree wall. "Curse that horrid god!"

A lizard as green as grass walked up to him. "Vulture, sir, what did Leo ever do?" The lizard asked.

"That feline wasn't there to protect me when I got exiled from the Ancient Rabbits tribe!" Vulture yelled as he faced the lizard, a large scar was on his right eye.

"But he's a god. He's not actually going to come down and protect you!" The lizard said.

"Just go away Seymour and let me think!" Vulture yelled. With a mighty leap, Seymour jumped out of the hole in the tree trunk.

"I need a plan. I need revenge." Vulture said. "I need to make those dirty rabbits pay. But how..."

As Vulture thought, he tripped over his black magical staff. He picked it up, furious, and then an idea popped in his head.

"What if I use magic? I can manipulate them into getting what I want!" Vulture said in amazement. "This is brilliant! And I don't need Seymour. I need myself!"

He laughed as he bounded out of the hole in the tree trunk. "Those rabbits will pay! They will fall under my grasp!" Vulture said sadistically. "This is the best plan I got!"

He raced down the valley in the Japanese forest to find the Ancient Rabbits tribe and make them pay.

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