Prologue

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Skin-changers.

The rare few individuals who can assume the form and abilities of an animal. They vary in size, a lot of the time depending upon what their animal form is, with the smallest of them the size of Hobbits, and the largest taller than most grown men.

(Y/N) herself is among the smallest of her species, only exceeding the very shortest in height by about 3 inches, and although her animal form may not seem very small to most, it is definitely not the very largest.

As (Y/N) walks through her village, which is in a meadow seated between two mountains, she heads in the direction of her modest abode. As she nears her wooden house, she notices her sister playing in a particularly wet puddle near the door. Mud and grime are smeared all along her arms and splattered on her face.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes with a smile and jogs over to her sister and the murky brown puddle.

"Annabelle," she says, drawing the little girl's attention to her. (Y/N) looks at her sister and frowns. She's absolutely covered in the mud.

"Go inside and clean up," (Y/N) says firmly. Anabelle groans, but proceeds to drag her feet up the wooden stairs leading to the door, wiping mud on the previously clean oak planks. Then she literally throws the door open and drags her feet to the bathroom.

"Be ready in time for dinner!" (Y/N) shouts after her sister.

"No promises!" Annabelle shouts back. (Y/N) shakes her head, chuckling slightly. She takes a step toward the door but stops. She hears something. 

As she turns around slowly, a feeling of absolute terror sets in. Marching towards the village are hundreds, maybe even thousands of Gundabad Orcs. Led by the Pale Orc.

Azog the Defiler has come.

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