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"Was Goldtooth really that big?" asked the mole.

"According to my mother, he was twice the size," said Dahnni.

The next morning, the three awoke to the same hot sun. With the mole leading the way, they continued their journey north across the desert. Noontime came, and all three were sweating hard. An hour passed, and still it was very hot, but they had found something, at least.

Chapter 6

This is the story that Dahnni told that night on the river bank.

Once, when my father was young, and had not met his wife yet, he was chopping wood for a rich man named Gobano, who lived in a mansion surrounded by high walls near the road. Gobano was fat, and not too nice. He liked to order my father around, because he knew my father was not wealthy and needed to work for him.

Chapter 5

This is the story the mole told that night on the river bank.

Long ago, when man had just found how to use tools and was losing its hair that kept it warm, a great frost came to the earth. Without the hair that had once kept them warm, the men found themselves freezing to death, one by one. Their fire did not last long in the wind, and the clothes they made were little help against the biting cold.

This is the story the bird told that night on the river bank.

Once upon a time, the animals of the earth walked about, eating their food and going their ways. They all lived on one island, and they were happy there. But little by little, the animals ate up all the food and drank up all the water. There was nowhere to go, and they slowly began to starve to death. Even the animals that ate other animals starved, for those that ate plants died, and so they died, too.

Chapter 3

When Dahnni reached the desert, it was daybreak. The sun came up over the horizon on the boy's right as he stood at the edge of the desert. He stood there in the pinkish light, gazing at the rocks and the long shadows the new dawn made.

"How will I find them out there?" he asked himself. "I know the way they went," answered someone else.

Dahnni whirled around, his eyes darting about for the one who spoke. "Who said that?" he asked.

"I did." Dahnni looked up to see the bird he had played ball with the day he had met the tiger. "I will show you, too."

Chapter 2

A few days passed, and each day when his chores were done, young Dahnni went into the forest to look for his friend the tiger. Each day he came home sadly to dinner, not having found the beautiful hunting cat.

One day, his mother asked him, as he came in the door, "Dahnni, the last few days you have come home sad and gloomy. What is wrong, little one?"

"Oh, mother," said Dahnni, "a tiger talked with me a few days ago, and said we would meet again. But I have gone out every day to find him, and he is not there."

I wrote this story many, many moons ago. It was my first shot at a fairy-tale style, and it turned out so well that, with the creation of the Mystic Frontiers, I decided to add it into the mythology.

So with that in mind, imagine yourself sitting at a campfire, your boon companions around you, as one of them - a fearsome warrior from the savage kingdom of Bire, tells a story from his homeland ...