I usually am very busy, so it may take me a long time to complete this. And this is actually the first time I am trying to write a short story seriously so pardon me if I am not good enough and feel free to critique me on my writing! Hope you guys enjoy!

Prolouge
A few millenniums ago in the world of Transformice, a small group of mice existed. They were called Enchanters. They were different from other mice in a way. They are able to cast magic on mice. This particular type of magic grants them temporary increase in power, defense, it can also heal them and even have power that no mice can imagine. Every single enchanters have the ability to cast different types of magic which makes them differ from one another.

On a stormy winter night, the storm howled unsually loud and the enchaters figured that something was wrong so every single one of them decided to follow the direction of the noise but unfortunatly, no one heard from them ever since.

Decades after another, normal mice have gained powers as a result of gathering massive number of cheese. These mice were able to spawn items, helping other mice to gather even more cheese. They are called Shamans. But the shamans are still nothing, compared to the mighty enchanters.

Chapter 1
"Jordan, save me!" screamed Anne with a hoarse voice as she stood on the edge of a wierd looking landform. She titled her head slowly with fear and saw the horrifying "pit of death" just a milimeter before her feet and she was too afraid to move. Jordan spawned a plank and Anne treaded carefully across the plank.
"That was a close shave!" Exclaimed Anne with a sigh of relief, as Jordan wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.
-UNDER CONSTRUCTION-

Great fanfic for now!
Can't wait for more :3