I usually go on walks, wherever my feet lead me. This day, I came to a field of flowers and saw a most interesting creature. It was a bald eagle.

Well, to me it seemed eagles (especially bald ones) the very sign of power. This one, though was not looking to powerful at the moment. If I'd learned anything from me mum, it was that you greet all but those who greet in pain.

Going up and greeting this eagle it looked up at me with rapidly clouding eyes and said, "It's them...find...stop!" "By Cluny's tail!" I exclaimed. "What happened?" Right then, he strained as if to hear a far out sound, searching for his eternal resting spot, then finally went limp and his eyes clouded over. As he turned over, I saw a gruesome headwound, one that made me shudder.

It was, my duty, as a member of Misty Moors, to give the eagle a proper beryl. He was given a proper beryl, though the tombstone had no name, birthdate, or final words, though I knew them well. No one knew or recognized him, so he was given the unknown soldier speech at his beryl.

After all had passed, I knew I must find who had done this. I went back to the flowered field. It seemed my feet knew the way better then my mind. I was there to find who, or what force could do such evil.

At the spot I found broken leaves and twigs, were there obviously had been a struggle. Barely to the side, where I could still see the dying eagle, there were scattered feathers and blood.

Then, something shiny caught my eye. The item was protruding out of a tree. As I got closer I saw it was a dagger, and a well used one at that. It had gained rust since that day, though there was still a "handprint" on the hilt. The hand seemed engraved in the knife, as if made that way. From the look of how deep the knife was, it seemed to have been thrown by what ever force had moved it.

I pulled the knife out cautiously, hoping to disturb no beast. After the needed pulling and grunting, I pulled it free. It was a fine blade, made of iron with jewels to decorate the hilt and blade. It seemed more for show then use, though it was double-sided and sharpened to a point. Then I say a name on the blade. It had a name I knew from a long time ago, a name not even I, son of a long line of heroes and warriors' says such a name on free will. But for you, you must know this name. The name is...Sutcliff. As my story unfolds greater the name will be come more and more important.

With dagger in hand to a place only my feet knew how to get to and only my mind remembers so much. I was heading to a secret town, not that far from The Misty Moor. The towns name was Alcestis. It was a black market trading town, yet most were law abiding.

The only rule here was be as unfair and ruthless as possible. Most furre's lost their money, job, and even on rare occurrences, their family. The bars were full at night, the streets held more beds then all the beds in the area. This, unfortunately was were I was from, and where I was going.

The mayor of the town was the worst of them all. He was the reason most were poor, why most couldn't afford to go home, he was...Cunori. This fox was as fat as they get, with almost 4 chins (that is if you could get close enough to count) and wielded a battleaxe, which was the only reason he was never questioned. This person and town were as opposite it gets from the good beasts of The Misty Moor.

Knowing well all this, I strode into the town of Alcestis, being wary of all sound movement and light. Many people learned intresting songs from the drunkards, but this was no time for laughing. Even though it was dusk, and the sun slowly fell into the distant horizon, the merchants still screamed their prices and reductions. One especially thin shrew screamed, "Try new fat reducing gel. Just eat every night and lose that fat! Official fat reducer of the Guosim!" "Sugared peaches! 3 for 4 silver pieces!" There were so many loud sounds, it made me somehow lose my way.

All of a sudden, I was thrown on the steps of a shack, better described as a pile of lumber. "Do you need help sonny?" asked an old creature, so old it was hard to describe even its species. "You've found you're way to the children's shelter." she said, almost trying to calm me. "You're a little old, but you'll fit right in." "I have no need for you're 'shelter'. I look for Cunori, and I ask of your assistance!" I said, wanting to leave as soon as possible, with night falling and shadows growing. "Head up the path, it'll be near the end. Be careful though. You probably know Cunori hates visitors, especially at this time," at which time she let out a loud cackle and walked inside the shelter.

Down the road I went, and as the dark grew, so did my senses. I finally saw the place of horrors, were all would start and end, almost simultaneously. I heard a faint rustle, a twig crack and I knew. I was under attack. I pulled out my mace and readied. The attack came quick, but I was quicker. There were three of them, hidden by the shadows, yet still visible. I swung my mace in a wide arc around me and crushed four fingers, three arms, two sculls, and one spine. In other words, they were killed.

I checked the bodies to see if they were thieves or some of Cunori's. They turned out to be three rats, one wielding a rapier, one wielding a mini halberd, and one wielding a bola, which was caught on my mace in the swing. They were Cunori's, each with the insignia of a hand grasping bags of gold and crushing a group of spears.

The front door of the mansion was unlocked, most likely because of the rats leaving it open. I snuck in, keeping close to the wall and staying in most shadows. Most guards there were either asleep or drunk, if not both. Cunori's chamber was near, I felt it in my feet.

I then heard a voice from the suspected chamber of Cunori.

"Philomel...Philomel...I know you're near... Come no closer if you wish to live...Philomel," it went. "Where and who are you?" I asked getting ready for battle. "It is I...Your father..." It responded. "It can't be," I said in disbelief, "Your dead!" "I come in spirit to warn and help you...If you must go on...I will protect you." He said, soothingly like all good fathers are. "Father," I said, "I must continue. For myself, for the eagle, and most important...you." "You are a good boy," my father said. "You will be protected by me..." Then, a bright flash lite up the room and my sword glowed a deep shade of crimson. My armor of leather glowed royal blue and as soon as it happened, it ended. My equipment still glowed, though there was no more presence.

Beautiful, truly beautiful," a voice from behind me said. "A father son reunion. How touching." "Cunori," I said, "Why do you mock, when all your relatives are toads, each more beautiful then you," I told, trying to insult him. "Not bad, for a sapsuckin', waspeatin', soggy spike famine chopped weasel," he retorted.

"Frogdad!"

"Forty-faced little skinnamalinkies!"

"Great useless lump o' Guosimfur"

After what seemed like hours, Cunori stopped, as did I.

"Where is Sutcliff?" I asked panting after our War of Words. "Why do you seek though who would kill you?" he countered. "He killed a sign of greatness, a bald eagle." I explained. "Ha!" laughed Cunori. "Why would his greatness bother dealing with weakling birdbrains" he asked, "when it is I who hold the hatred to the bird!" "What?" I sputtered, "the knife I found had not yours but Sutcliff's name?" I inquired. "I 'borrowed' a knife from his greatness!" he exclaimed.

"That bird had more then once saved my prisoners from death for reason of 'getting in my way' or 'being to close to my castle.' The list goes on! I killed him there to end that, and I shall kill you here to end my annoyance of you!"

He then pulled out his legendary battleaxe... the Ambrus. With glowing mace, I lunged parry, and deflected most shots. If a shot got through, my armor deflected it. Suddenly, the royal blue turned darker and darker, until only leather remained.

"Dieeeeee!" He screamed at me while lunging. I blocked and attacked. His hand was all that was open, so there I attacked. I hit home while Cunori let out a blood curling scream. The few seconds I had were all that I needed. I got his ax arm, feet, and readied for the throat.

Suddenly I felt something. It screamed at me not to kill him. I couldn't. I instead dragged him back to The Misty Moor. There I was greeted and congratulated. The elders and dibbuns and all in between. When I told them my idea, it was crazy. It was ludicrous. It was me. finally, they agreed. My plan was to let Cunori work for us in the kitchen. He was a decent cook, and was feed well.

Of course, though, only one of my adventures has been undone, with yet more to be recorded, and even more waiting to occur. Until next time, I'll be in the kitchen eating the spare food. Hey! Don't hit me with a Ow! broom, get out Ow! hey I saved this moor Ow! Err... I've got to Ow! go. Later! Ow!