The only things I own are the ones I made up
Rain beat heavily against the trees of Mossflower. Bryony had been lost for three days now and the woods she was in now where not the warm friendly ones she knew so well. These where cold and dangerous. Every so often she would hear a scream of a murder and prayed she wasn't next.
It was the fourth night when her worst fears happened. She awakened to see the face of a rat staring at her, one of his ears missing. "Well well, what do we have hear bucko's? A pretty little mouse maid gone astray."
Bryony looked around to see five other beasts standing around licking blades and chuckling.
"Wha, What do you want vermin?"
"Ouch, that stung. What do we want with ya, well first were gonna have a little fun then...." He made a cutthroats signal.
Picking up a rock she slammed it hard onto his foot paw causing him to yelp. He picked her up saying " Now you'll pay for that," A barbed arrow flew threw the air, piercing his paw straight threw. A weasel in a cloak walked up a bow held out front with an arrow strained against it. "That shaft was poisoned, you'll be dead by morning. Leave the maid with me. These are the orders of Silverfan." With a nod two stoats baring heavy axes ushered them away.
"This is the bait his Lordship wants, Blanks?" asked one of the stoats.
"Yes Case, he says the mouse will come save her." said the weasel. "Maxine tie her up and guard her." The other stoat pulled a rope out off his pack and tied her tightly to a tree. The weasel and other stoat left while he watched her.
"So Maxine, why are you doing this, what have I done?"
"Quite frankly, you haven't done a thing, but we need you to catch a deserter. After we get him, we'll probably kill you, or take you as a slave with him."
Bryony groaned at this. Quite suddenly a paw shot across her mouth fallowed by a whisper. Tell him to look by that stump. After that I'll free you."
Rather than arguing she did what she was told. After he came back he put on a leather glove saying. "Lying to me eh. Well I won't kill you yet, just beat ya!" He raised his paw about to backpaw her, then stopped.
Two paws shot across his head and snapped his neck before Maxine could yell for help. So this was her hero. He was a mouse with pale amber eyes and a scar running along his cheek. His fur was a dark brown, almost black. He stared at her. "Well, best be settin you free." With a quick slash off a dagger he set her free.