World Of The Kitsune

PROLOGUE

It was a stormy night in the Stone Valley. The wind whipped and tore at the firs, sending bits of freckled bark to clatter on the large boulders that had won the valley its name. spurts of rain left the crumbly earth damp, in the chaos of the blundering trees and the loud rustling of the sorrel clumps(this noise is familiar to everyone), a  single bolt of lightning struck the top of a tree exactly, and a common but uncommon sight was to be seen. The trunk, weakened by the sudden flare of power shooting threw it, cracked and splintered, then fell with a loud groaning sound that echoed through the sky. The impact caused a strong with to carry from the tree throughout the forest, and so the fire on the tree travelled onto the rest of the unlucky forest, and so the Stone Valley Forest was destroyed. But what no one caught was the lone kitsune, her seven tails waving wildly in the torrent, with an expression on that can only be drescribed as pleased