The Rescue of the Silver Cat

Long ago, in the Valley of Soft Wind, lived a young dog named Arlo.

He loved racing raindrops, but he felt he was meant for something much

greater. One night, the sky cracked with thunder that sounded like a

desperate, sobbing cry. Help... The branch was splitting over a

roaring river, but Arlo didn't hesitate to jump. My name is Mira.

You didn't just save me. You awakened something ancient. You are Guardians

of the Lost Ages. Darkness has seen you. It will come.

From the mist, the Whispering Shadows watched. Their destiny had only just begun.