~ ~ Chapter 1 ~ ~
"Ding......... Dong!"
"Ding......... Dong!"
The bell tower struck 5 o'clock, and the Abbey of Cedar Mont was still empty. The threat spread around the town like a virus, and all the members were now hidden in their houses, armed for a war. At this time, Scamoya, the evil tyrant of the horde, was suppose to take over the city. The townsfolk were in no condition to fight, so they though the best chance was to hide it off, and give up on the battle. Time passed slowly as the citizens of Cedar Mont still waited.
"Ding......... Dong!"
"Ding......... Dong!"
It was now 6 o'clock, and no war. If nothing happened in the next hour, the threat would be forfeited, and the townsfolk would go back to their everyday life.
Just then, a huge banging came from the door. It was the cold sound of the beginning of war. The banging kept up, and the door was losing it's strength. Finally, the door gave away, and a weasel, dressed snug in body armor, came in through the gates. Behind him followed rats, stoats, weasels, ferrets, and wildcats.
"Beware troops, it's unlikely for the town to be this quiet. They must have a plan!" commented the weasel.
"But Scamoya, the town is empty, there is nobody here!" yelled a rat from the back.
"Quiet you fool, they wouldn't just give us the city!" shouted the weasel, "Next word from you, and I will kill you myself!"
At that moment, the Abbot and Priest came from the church door waving a white flag in the air.
"Have the city, we want peace," commented the Abbot.
"You fool, we will not accept peace. You made a dumb mistake by giving us the city. All of your citizens will be either put into the cells, or forced into slavery. Scarback, Bannock, lock these two up in chains, so they can see their poor city go to waste," said Scamoya.
"Yes mi master." The two ferrets walked forth, and tied together the Abbot and Priest in shackles.
At that very moment, one of the wildcats from the horde fell over dead with a knife in his back. Two more then dropped.
"Whoever did this will spend eternity in the cells. Come forth little rodent."
Scamoya looked up along the walls of the city and nothing was found.
"Ok, crew, search this city for every living creature and bring him to me," yelled Scamoya.
And so, the agony in the city was upon them, and it was up to a miracle to rid Scamoya's horde.