On yet another cold, rainy afternoon in the month of Storing, Hyren sat in his comfortable library in his Altador villa, smugly ignoring the inclement weather as a fire roared in the hearth and his family and allies relaxed around him.
The blue Grundo’s faerie Draik brother Pharazon and Pharazon’s friend Celice were perched on one of the sofas, reading through a stack of books they’d bought earlier that day, and occasionally making comments to one another about whatever they were studying at the moment. Their sister Blynn was—well, Hyren wasn’t quite sure, but the disco Zafara was probably off doing Blynn things like trying to set a new puddle-jumping record or baking quintuple-chocolate cookies.
Hyren, meanwhile, was locked in a rather intense
round of Armada with his owner and the Werelupe King. Hyren enjoyed Armada—it
reminded him of his days in Dr. Sloth’s Virtupets military. Virtupets
programmers had developed a similar game, and Hyren had purchased it for his
electronic devices in order to relax during rare down times in his operations.
It utilised the Virtupets information networks to pit players against each
other, and Hyren took pride in his elevated place in the rankings. He’d taken
naturally to the game because the strategy involved was similar to what he
employed as a commander of troops.






