A badger and his group of loyal hares walked across the sand by the sea in the early morning. It seemed cool and calm, with several storm clouds coming in from the sea. They could see a mountain in the distance, and that was their destination. The badger had seen this mountain in his dreams. Only, in his dreams, it had been a fire mountain. Was this the wrong one? All of a sudden, the ground beneath them began to rumble; then shake. All the hares fell to their knees under the mighty quaking, but the badger stood firm as he watched the mountain. A huge cloud of smoke issued forth from the mountain, with a roar that made the thunder seem quiet. The smoke began billowing outwards and molten rock was sent towards the sky as lava flowed from the top and down the sides. The badger and his faithful hares surely would have been lost had it not begun to rain. The clouds let loose their water, and it rained in torrents. The lava slowly cooled; the rocks crashed down onto the beach; the ashes and smoke disintegrated; and the badger and his hares continued on, towards the mountain.
It was late evening when the group reached the mountain. It was dull red, and warm to the touch. At first, it seemed there was no entrance. But a sudden wind blew, and a slab of not-quite-hardened rock slid away from the side of the mountain revealing an entrance. The group walked in silently and began exploring. They explored all night. They found rooms that seemed to have just been hewn out of the rock. It was as if there was a magic at work. They walked to the bottom, and nearly got lost in the maze of tunnels. Finding a concealed room, they discovered a hole in its center that you couldn’t see the bottom of; the only link to the middle of the earth that was left from the mountain's last spew of fire. And even as they watched, it bubbled up with water…and fell silent.
As they made their way upstairs, they began naming rooms: kitchen, cellar, armory, etc. They came to a room that had a deep crack the height of the wall. The hares stood respectfully back as the badger inserted his paws, just as the dream had told him to, and began to grunt and strain. The door formed, and opened, and the badger walked in. He found everything as his dream had said it would be. He looked at the carvings on the wall that told him of what had just happened, and what was going to happen. He saw that he and his faithful hares were to make this place their home. He saw that his descendents would play great and heroic parts in the lives of beasts everywhere. He exited the room with a satisfied sigh and said to his hares, "We are staying here. But before we can, there is something we must do."
The hares followed the badger back down the stairs; back through the many rooms and tunnels; back out through the door by which they had entered; back out onto the sand. And as the first rays of the glorious sunrise shot over the horizon, the new inhabitants and protectors of the mountain known as Salamandastron threw back their heads and yelled,
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The Legend of Salamandastron (A peek back at my newbie days... :D..;)