Midnight Mist was an ordinary looking black fox, which was not ordinary for a seer. She had no real master, like most other seers did. Most seers chose a warlord and buttered them up with claims of them winning every battle they fought, becoming the greatest vermin leader in all time, and having offspring that would rule the world. Most other seers could see a little bit into the future, and what they couldn't see they made up to please their master. Midnight Myst was not like that. She could see all the way into the future. She knew that the only beasts that ever prospered were goodbeasts. But she was still a vermin. She licked the blade of her saber.