Exodus
"And so it begins, the long season of longing, of sorrow. A time wherein the wintry winds blow gently throughout the night, wafting through the serene landscape that is Antarctica. There, a lone penguin is perched, gazing at the flickering display of lights before it. Aurora Australis, he sighs, letting loose a breath that manifests itself in the cool climate. A quick glance to his right confirms his next action as he sticks his head up, wiggling it about as he hops off his perch, stretches his flippers, and waddles around the snow dune. Spotting a hole in the ice, he treds towards it and peers down into the icy abyss, the dark waters barely making anything visible. A sudden chill shoots down his spine, the slight shiver giving pretense to days ahead. Summer has ended for this little penguin. The days of fun under the Antarctican sun were to be overshadowed by the long months of winter fast approaching. Because of this, a vast migration took place, as each penguin soul swam off towards their colonies. A short reprieve was foretold of by the elder of the Emperor colony, but the good news came with fair warning that an overstay was just not possible. Thus began a new chapter of Antarctican history, one that would be inscribed upon ice tablets to be safeguarded within the Ross Ice Shelf."
Antarctican Exodus 1:1-5 :
"These are the names of the denizens of Antarctica who, accompanied by their households, migrated out into the world: Brando, Peggy, Tootsie and Paddocks; Puppy, Kootchie and Ming; Hajji and Max; Solo and Akamaru. The total number of Antarcticans were twenty-three. Ripples stayed behind for the coming winter."