Imagine living as a small creature normally considered fodder in the forces of darkness. Now, imagine surviving the aftermath of a great battle between the armies of light and dark and then makin it through the wyldz to get back to you'z trybe, only you haz changed too an you doez not fit in. Alzo... you getz the thynkin that sumthyng iz wrong with you'z trybe... an sumthyng iz wrong with you'z mynd. Which iz you goin to dea with firzt?