How it all began?

PART I

870

Sailing across the sea, Gummadoon knights watched for only a moment as the last of the gummies sailed out of sight.

Nudging their unicorns the knights awaited for their orders from Sir Plucki. Riding along, to escape from human sight, they soon halted their unicorns in their step.

Human's stood before them, weapons of varies kinds held in their hands, a sneer or a scowl plastered on their faces, and ready to attack.

Trapped the knights found there own escape was cut off, leaving them with only one choice, and that was to retreat into Gummadoon.

Orders were shouted from their leader, to retreat, and so using their advantage of being on unicorns they rode with haste back to Gummadoon.

Now riding through the gates, which closed swiftly behind them, they dismounted their unicorns and waited for the two Councillors who stood on the castle wall.

Councillor Wooddale and Berrybaum, nodded to each other, once they were sure that the knights were in the castle, they began to chant the spell, a blue lightening of some flame, emitting from their paws and surrounding the entire castle.

They now had no choice but to flee and escape, the greed of the humans becoming too great, though they were saddened to leave the area, it was there only chance now of survival.

Although one villiage of gummies did remain behind, preferring to stay, but stay caution, Gummadoon couldn't help but fear for the village's safety.

The castle then vanished out of sight, the humans running through empty space, where there was once the great castle, Gummadoon which would now only appear for one day every hundred years.

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Three Years Later (873)

Childish laughter filled the sky, and cubs ran round the street playing chase, adults smiling and watching their cubs merrymaking.

A cub then screamed excitedly when he was tagged, but continued the game.

Outstretching his small hand, revealing his charcoal black fur, he then fell forth onto the ground, falling over himself.

Standing he wiped the dirt from his face, his sparkling aqua blue eyes twinkling, and he launched through the air, tagging another cub. He was Wesley, a five-year-old cub, playing tag with his friends.

Thrilled and exciting laughter erupted from the cubs and Wesley again went to tag another cub, the last one, but it looked as if someone decided to end the game for them.

An arrow shot, and pierced through the air like lightening, then landed and jammed into a wall of a house, an inch above Wesley's shoulder.

The cub's froze, fear consuming them, they could not move, until their mother's screamed snapping them out there trance they went to retrieve their cubs, and flee from sight.

Wesley

I stand there frozen with fear, and watch my friends reunite with their families. I look up and see the humans, anger and desire shining in their eyes, weapons in hand, ready to strike.

Their leader I see him give a signal of some sort, then they charge, like a stampede towards us, their forks, and swords held high.

I turn and run, with a speed I never knew, towards home. Running up the streets filled with arrows here and there, and straws, I see our home, but the door's wide open. Running in, I shouted and screamed for mother, but there no reply.

I'm alone, and I wanted my mother, to crawl into her arms and to tell me that everything was okay, but she was gone. I run outside, totally shakened and petrified, I have to find her.

The humans have come, here to slaughter us, and find out their most secret desire of our secrets, but we shall say nothing, not a word.

They carry torches and weapons, used to torture and kill us, but I shalln't die, I don't want to die, I'm afraid.

Covering my ears, I scream, tears rolling down my face, and blurring my vision, as I see my father, slaughtered and fall to the ground, left to die. I try to block out the screams and cries of other's, the sound of death becoming too much for me, I can't bear it.

Turning and running again round the corner, and down the dusty streets, I see chaos everywhere, no matter where I go, death lingers. Blood covers the streets, and our houses our torched, set aflame, to burn to the ground.

It's a nightmare, it has to be, when I wake up everything will be fine, but from what started from bad, then turned to worse and I see my mother killed, her throat slit, and too also left to die. I run to her, and fall by her side, hot tears streaming down my face, and I hug her, her now lifeless body as she take her last breathe, then closes her eyes, and never wakes up.

Now I'm alone, human, they killed my parents, both in gruesome and horrible way killed, I wished never witnessed.

Staying by my mother's side, I didn't want to leave, but I had too, and with that I got up and ran. Running, was all I could do now, there was nothing left for me, only death. I feel my throat burn, and my legs start to give way before me, I need to breath, as I collapse to the ground.

I cry long and hard, my cries mingling with other cries, and I stand up again, ready to run, and set off for the forest, the closest place near me, where I could hide in the trees. I run, I'm getting close I can see it, then I fell, and everything went black.

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Six Years Later (970)

Cheerful screaming sounded throughout the forest, in the dead of night, animals cowered and hid in their holes, frightened. A young cub raced by, full and bursting with energy, and was ready to play.

He whistled calling forth the already woken animals, hoping that they would play with him.

Jumping up and down on the spot, excited, his hood fell back revealing his black fur, and ocean blue eyes.

Wesley lived alone now, with only the animals as his friends, there to comfort and play with him, his parents having died six years ago in the unexpected human attack on the villiage, that none were prepared for.

Celebrating his eleventh birthday, Wesley ran out to go and play with the animals, not wanting to be alone to celebrate it.

Now unlike most cubs, Wesley could stay out for as long as he wanted since he had no parents or guardian to keep him in, everyone in the villiage that night having perished or escaped into the mountains without him.

Wesley

I see a deer approach, and I jump in glee, and whistled again to call it forth, and it did so, coming by my side and nudging me in the shoulder. I smile then reached out and stroked the deer's almond fur, and black nose.

Then holding up my paws, I signified to the deer, a game of chase, and watched as the deer turned and ran, kicking it's hind legs.

Laughing Wesley chased after it, and soon both were chasing one another, though Wesley did have he advantage of hiding in the trees where the deer couldn't reach him, but he soon restricted so he could only hide on the ground.

For hours he played, content on only playing chase, though he did try to get other animals to join in, he was friend to animals of the forest.

Finally exhaustion hit him, and saying goodnight to the animals, Wesley headed home.

Swinging from branch to branch, and sometimes on the vines, he eventually reached home, the house he built. In his opinion it didn't look good, but it was home. He hardly ever used it much, except when he wanted to seek shelter, or to go to bed.

All his studying, and varies other things he did outside, so therefore he was hardly in much. Strolling along, he walked into his room, and quickly changing he, crawled into bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Although Wesley was now eleven years old, his body hadn't aged a day, he still looked like a five year old, even though he was mentally eleven.

His eyes shut, and sound asleep, it didn't take long before Wesley then started to toss and turn in his sleep, the nightmare of his parent's death, haunting him.

Wesley's Dream

War cries rang out disturbing the silence and peace, the human leader signals, and all charge towards me, and the village.

Blood stains my hands of where I held my mother's lifeless form. The villagers flee, the humans slaughter, blood has been spilt this night cubs and adults they show no mercy..

Then I see him, the leader of the group. He who slayed and killed my mother, now also holding my father in his hands, lifeless.

I look into his eyes, they have no pain; fear or guilt instead they burn with a passion he only has one desire and that is our secrets and blood on his hands. Looking into the distance I cry out as I see the few remaining villagers flee for their lives into the mountains.

Then I turn to the leader again who's now stood before, sword in hand and raised above him, ready to strike, and he descend his sword down on me

End of Dream

Wesley bolted awake from his sleep, panting heavily, with sweat on his brow. Hesitantly he wiped the sweat from his brow, and throwing off the covers, he knew that he wouldn't get anymore sleep that night. Throwing on some clothes, he walked out of his room, and into another room, which was presumed to be the living room. Taking a seat, Wesley calmed himself down, and threw some firewood onto the fire, he had just started up.

Hearing the fire cackling, and feeling the warmth it gave off, Wesley then soon found himself staring into the fire. His mind continued to recall the nightmare that he knew only too well.

For the past six years, he had been restless, continuously waking up from a nightmare, the same one that still haunted him till this very day. Rubbing his arms, to try and keep warm, Wesley stared into the fire again, and then all of a sudden he screamed standing up, and throwing water onto the fire, he put it out. The fire scared him, it reminded him too much of the attack, the houses torched, and some of the villagers still within their homes, burnt alive.

Leaving his home, he went outside into the forest, where he decided a walk would do him some good.

Now on ground, he kicked the grass as he walked on, and smiled at the animals sleeping, well at least some of us could sleep.

Walking by, not wishing to disturb them from their sleep, Wesley continued on, not really looking where he was going, not that it really bothered him, he practically knew this forest inside out, so he could easily find his way back.

Strolling along, his head bowed, his chin resting on his chest, and his eyes on the road, he was in deep concentration about something.

Still dark, though the sky was starting to lighten, dawn was approaching, even though it was still an hour or so before it rose.

Too busy staring at the road, and being in his own little dream world, Wesley then soon back to reality, seeing bluish purple mist invade the footpath, making it so he couldn't see a thing.

His head then snapped up, and was greeted with a full blast of mist in his face, which then surrounded him, and continued on passed him.

Now under normal circumstances, he would have fallen asleep, but yet it didn't seem to affect him.

Wesley knew himself what was happening, having heard from the storybooks when he was still a small cub, of the ancient castle of…Gummadoon.

End of chapter

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