The Children of Geborrin, a Mud Rat Mythology

A Letter From Frederic The Lesser

I assure you, if it weren't for the Kernal Post, you wouldn't be receiving this letter at all.

They turned away from the beauty of the valley, back towards Wissen and the Tree...

Geborrin stood, and Ang rose with him. Geborrin took him to the edge of the branch, looking out into the world...

Geborrin held his son, and listened.

"I don't know." "I don't know who I am, or why I'm here."

"My Son."

He embraced his son, diving into his fear.

Fear still gripped Geborrin - but now he could fight it.

He saw clearly. His breath was ragged. His heart raced. But he saw clearly...

Somewhere in his mind, as the tendrils of Fear that emanated from the creature wormed their way deep inside his soul, he felt it...