We're back with book two for Dark Echo! By the way, if you haven't read the first, then read it RIGHT AWAY! (unless you want to have spoilers and have no idea what's going on) Also, I want to give a huge thank you to the people who have reviewed, read, and followed Dark Echo. I really appreciate it. So without further ado, here's Raging Storm!
Looking at the twinkling stars at night now, it all seems normal. However, from a StarClan cat's point of view, they seem chaotic and out of place. Nothing feels the same anymore. After the Harmony Stone was broken by the twenty-first echo...StarClan cats began disappearing, the landscape distorted, and tension rising. Cats who were once friends became mortal enemies, with allegiances torn everywhere.
For Silverheart, however, things were even worse.
She was one of the few who had to carry the burden of knowing the source of the discord-the breaking of the Harmony Stone.
The only other cat who knew was Flame the Peacemaker. The ginger tom was the one who told her about the warning of the twenty-first echo who would bring on the Final Battle of Fate, who would break the Harmony Stone, and who would also be tested like no other.
Tension was being rubbed off on the cats of StarClan from the breaking of the precious stone, which kept the balance from the light and the dark and prevented the Final Battle of Fate and possible peace or eternal evil.
The silver she-cat knew that things were far worse in the mortal world. She had been collecting information on the twenty-first echo ever since she was born, ever since the first echo began their quest to stop Darkness. Echopaw would have to carry the burdens of all cats, and Silverheart knew this wouldn't be easy.
The young purple-eyed she-cat was strong, but in these circumstances...it seemed like Echopaw would soon be blocked by new responsibilities.
A sudden rustle from the bushes behind her interrupted her thoughts, and Silverheart immediately went into a fighting stance, hissing ferociously.
The all-too-familiar ginger head popped out, eyes wide with fear after seeing Silverheart's aggression. "Silverheart, did you think that I was an enemy?"
She rolled her eyes as she relaxed her position. "Flame, you know that everyone's on edge now thanks to the Harmony Stone being broken. It's kind of inevitable now. No one's safe from Darkness' wrath, not even StarClan!"
The Peacemaker spoke in an exasperated tone. "Of course I know that!" Flame huffed impatiently. "Can you please just tell me where the Moonhill is?"
Silverheart couldn't help but to laugh at the tom's stupidity. "Oh come on, Flame, you have been here for centuries longer than me and you don't remember yourself? You've got to be kidding me!"
The Peacemaker lowered his head in embarrassment. "Silverheart, please tell me where the Moonhill is," he mumbled, aghast as he stepped down to take a drink of water from a nearby stream. "You know with being here so long my memory loses its train of thought from time to time."
She stopped laughing. "Flame, just tell me why you need directions," She meowed, tilting her head innocently. "Just out of plain curiosity."
Silverheart stopped talking to listen to Flame's explanation. "I need to send an important classified message to Echopaw."
The she-cat nodded, showing she was listening. Vague, but it was better than nothing. Silverheart suddenly got an idea. "Just so you know, Flame, if you're going to tell her anything that involves rigorous activity for her, I'd go against it."
The Peacemaker's obliviousness got in the way of his good judgement yet again. "What, why?"
Silverheart facepawed. "Well, with the things that are going on between her and Breezenight, I don't know..."
Flame's eyes rounded with horror and he nearly choked on his mouthful of water. "Silverheart!" He growled angrily as the silver she-cat laughed. "You know that's probably not going to happen until a while yet. And how did you even know Breezepaw's warrior name? He didn't have his ceremony yet."
The deceased IceClan cat rolled her eyes again. Sometimes Flame could just be so oblivious sometimes, and today was probably one of his oblivious days. "You know I can't wait until the actual thing happens. I checked all available sources."
"Of course you did." The rather annoyed Peacemaker seemed upset. "Can you tell me directions now instead of random gossip?"
Silverheart smiled. "Definitely." Looking at the vast expanse of distorted sky above, she pointed directions with her paw. "Go north until you see a quarry, then head a steady path facing northwest. Be careful of sharp rocks," she warned. "We may be omnipotent now, but we still can feel pain!"
Flame grinned. "Your sense of humor has never changed, Silverheart," he grunted, and the Peacemaker padded away.
"Good luck, Flame," the she-cat whispered softly. "Hopefully one day StarClan will be restored back to normal and some kind of peace will be restored."
The tension still clung on high in the air after Silverheart walked back to StarClan's version of the IceClan camp. Unfortunately, down below the heroes from down below were in a tight situation themselves. Despite that even if Darkness would be defeated, what about the rest of his army? Or the nuisance of those Twolegs? There would always be that shade of evil, but it can't be there without its bright light of good.