The name Grymdon came from one of my friends. Me: What should I name him? Friend: Grymdon Me: Ok For the prologue, go to the studio for the book. you can use my drawing WITH CREDIT!!! It is of Can, one of my characters. I like his pattern and name. chapter 2 https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/416045610/
ONE As the brown rat tried to get out of the hole that was her home, her brother, Can, woke up. “Rice, w-why are you trying to get out again?” Rice turned around. “None of your business! I’m just… getting some fresh air.” “Rice, we live on M-Mars! We have no fresh air!” Rice ran out. “Let me leave!” Can went back in the hole. Rice ran out into the open Mars air. She ran past the edge of the crater, where her group of rats lived. “HEY!” a guard rat shouted near her. He was wearing his tin foil armor. He held a toothpick sword in one hand. “What do you think you’re doing?” Rice stared and said “Oh, you know! Just going to my first Council meeting!” “I would believe that, but you don't have your badge, do you?” Rice had no idea that Council members had badges. She quickly ran past the guard. Rice loved the wind on her fur, and she didn't mind the cold. She ran past a few domes, half spheres that house humans, plants, animals, or other things. There was also a large full sphere around Mars. It kept things alive there. Rice ran into a large box next to a dome. She entered the tunnel hidden within. After a short while, she entered a small room underground. A light brown mouse was waiting for her. “Rice!” “Grymdon!” The two ran to each other. “Grymdon! Can wouldn't let me out!” “Don't worry, Rice! I can-” He was cut off by Can waking in. “Rice. Back away from the m-mouse. Don’t worry. I have my sword.” Rice ran in front of her brother, blocking him from getting to Grymdon. “No! Can! Not all mice are bad! Grymdon’s good!” “Rice! H-he’s trying to trick you!” Rice chased Can out of the box. “Don’t tell anyone!” “O-okay! Rice! I had a Council meeting and heard you on the way there!” Rice went back into the box. “Sorry about that.” Grymdon smiled. “It’s all good.” “Nice. Also, I’m not tricking you. What information could you possibly have?” Grymdon chuckled. Rice moved a few rocks over the entrance to the room. “I hope Can doesn’t tell The Council. How did you get kicked out of your kingdom?” “I said ‘not all rats are bad’ and because the queen hates mice speaking out, she kicked me out. Now I live here.” “Wow. I can’t believe that anything could be that heartless.” Rice said. Suddenly, The entrance opened. Can was standing where it was. Behind him stood the entire Council.
