It always amazed me how the sky can turn from a darkened night, into a bright day. Everyday I stan here. Watching as the sky turns purple, then pink, orange, yellow and finally, into white as frith rises from the far away horizons.
Theres a lot of things in this world I don't like, but sunrises have always been a source of comfort for me. Frith comes every morning and goes away every night, but he always comes back. And each time, he paints the sky with yellows and reds that slowly fade into purple and blue. I love these colors, they warm me up in the morning and the air always smells fresh and clean.
I always feel the happiest under the sunrise's colors. But it has to end sometime, and when it does end, I'm left feeling lost and alone.
My past is nothing special. I was born and raised in a burrow under a bridge. The warren was very big, just my parents, eight other males, six other does and three other baby rabbits besides me. All my brothers and sisters died at birth, making me an only child. But my parents weren't originally from the warren, my father use to be a warrior in a warren called Sandleford, and my mother use to be a hutch rabbit and grew up with man. Making her a bit of an outcast among the others.
Its also why my mother fought with other rabbits. She believed that not all man are alike, and didn't consider them an enemy. Unless they carried a gun. My mother told me about man, and what she learned from them. She told me that some of them ride these things called cars and boats and bikes. I'v never seen those things before, but when my mother described them to me, I imagined what they looked like and wondered how man built them.
My father was a different matter. He told me that man can kill us, and hurt us if they wanted to. That they'll do it without mercy or feeling. He only believed that because it was man that destroyed Sandleford. He told me about that place, and the rabbits who lived there. My father left seasons before man destroyed the warren, but he witnessed the destruction when he went to visit the place.
That was only months ago, and things had gotten harder for me. My mother died shortly after having her second litter, and just like me, there was only one baby that survived. My little sister, Demetria. I call her Demi, most of the time while she calls me Lynie. She's the only one who can get away with calling me that. When she was learning how to speak, she couldn't say my name right and just called me Lynie because it was easier then saying Evelyn. But from the start, it was clear Demi would have challenges in her life. She was born with deformed legs and hoped with a limp. She would hunch over when standing, in fear that her legs would somehow tip her over. 'Heavy boned'. Thats what the healers said. That Demi's leg bones are more heavier then they should be. Sometimes I wonder if thats even true.
Demi looks like our father, her fur is lighter then his but its closer to Father's then mine is. She also has his brown eyes, and a tuff of hair on her head that she often pushes to the right side of her face. But she takes after Mother, she's shy, friendly, peaceful and at times, docile. Demi doesn't hang out in crowds, and its hard for her to make friends, but she does get lonely when she sees other children playing together and she's by herself.
I'm a different story, but I'm similar too. I'm more secretive, protective, rebellious, untrusting and cold. But I care very much for small things. Flayrah, flowers, grass, clouds, sunsets, sunrises, dreams. Everything others would take for granite. I'm a dreamer at heart, and I secretly love poetry, singing and stories. But that side of me is the one I only share with Demi. I can only trust her with that side. I have the same light, golden, caramel, brown fur as Mothers, but my chest and stomach and eye markings are the same color as Father's, and I have his tail. My eyes are blue, like Mothers but mine seem darker then hers.
Anyways, months after my mother's death, I was captured by man. He could have killed me. Harmed me in the worst possible way imaginable. But all he did was clip this tag on my ear, and let me go. When I came back to the warren, my father was convinced I was cursed. In fact, the entire warren wanted me gone. To make things worse, that same night, a weasel came and killed and ate everyone in the warren. All except for Demi and I.
They were right about the tag. It is cursed…I am cursed.
Ever since that night, Demi and I have been on our own. Going wherever the wind takes us. But we'r not going to stop until we find him. Before I was tagged, Demi and I found out that we weren't Fathers only children. Our father had several children before us and when he went to Sandleford and found dead rabbits there, he found all of them. Except for one. Our half-brother's name is Bigwig. From what we'v been told, we know that he's a warrior, like Father was, and was captain of owsla. I don't really know what that is, but I'm guessing its a group of warriors or something like that. Demi day dreams about Bigwig all the time. She wants nothing more then to be with him, feel his touch, hear his voice and feel safe with him.
I want that too. I want to believe that finding Bigwig will make everything all better, and Demi and I will finally have a home and belong somewhere again. Where I won't be judged by my tag, and where Demi could have friends. I wish for that every night, and I dream about it in my sleep. Everyday, I secretly hope we'll run into him in the forest, and then Demi and I would join his warren.
But in my heart, I know it may not be that way. Bigwig hasn't seen Father for years, and Demi and I never even met him. We don't even know what he looks like! When I think about Bigwig, I imagine a rabbit who looks like my father but looks different then him too. I imagine him being brave and strong, like all warriors. Maybe he's a dreamer too, maybe he watches the sunrise like me…But I also know he may not be anything like I imagine him to be. He could be just like everyone else in our old warren. Judgmental, unreasonable, hateful…He could easily call me a curse, just because of my tag…He might even reject Demi and I as his sisters, just because of my stupid tag!
"Lynie?" I turn my head to look down at Demi. I didn't even notice her. I was so deep in my thoughts, I didn't hear her coming. "Yes?"
"When do we have to go again?" She asked. Demi knows I love the sunrise, so she's always patient with me in the mornings, but she likes to know when its time to go.
I smile at her. "As soon as your ready to climb on my back." I told her. I don't mind carrying her. Demi is capable of hoping on her own, but its hard for her to move her legs that fast, and I'm a fast hopper. Its easier for both of us if I just carry her. She just smiled back. "Ok, I'm ready." She said. I bend down so she can climb on. When Demi is on my back, I start hopping. As the sky turns orange and yellow, I take a deep breath of the fresh, morning air and one thought runs through my mind
"..Please accept us Bigwig..Your our only hope..Please let us in.."
A/N: Usually, I do stories on the Silverwing TV series, but I love Watership down, and this idea hit me without warning, so I had to start this story before it disappeared forever! XD I'v loved Watership Down since 2006, it is one of my most FAVORITE things! I'v seen the movie, the series, the book series but I haven't read the actual real book. My all time favorite character is Bigwig, I have a Bigwig plush doll that I love with all my heart and I'v wanted to write a story about him for years but couldn't decide on anything until now. This fanfic, is based off the TV series (not the third session, the second one!…How ever, I COULD write something for that session too..) and I'll try to update soon, but I have other stories to work on so it might take a while. (Feel free to look at my other stories if your curious about them!)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this story and please review! ;D
