Good evening, children.

It's Granny McDuff, ready with a story.

So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived the Grassini, or the people of the grass.

They were very, very tiny people, a fraction of the size of a blade of grass.

They lived in the land called Borsag.

They were a happy people and the land flourished with them in it.

Years before, there had been a great conjuring of dark forces.

And the Grisini left their land in search of brighter pastures,

and to escape the feldrumer, They were spiders, a great number of them.

Too many to count.

They took over the land and ate anything and everything they could find,

weaving webs so thick there was no escape.

The Grasini had lived in Cigmannu for centuries. But when the

Feldromel took hold, a haze fell over the land, almost as if the spiders had weaved a web

around the sun. The Grasini knew it was time to move. When they reached Borsag, they knew this was home.

A beautiful land and a place to start over.

They rebuilt.

All of the houses and the buildings were made of packed mud and grass.

It took years, but finally Borsag was finished and was soon a bustling town.

One of the Grissini was a tiny lad called Eagle.

He preferred books over adventure.

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