There is a voice that doesn't use words. So listen carefully.
Shh…
Listen.
Can you hear it?
It's very faint…
It can be barely heard…
But if you understand it…
You can hear it…
Shh…
Listen.
The faint sound of fire crackling, burning sharply from somewhere nonetheless than a fireplace. Giving warmth and fire to the humble family that circled around it, battling warmth against the cold. Despite the thick fur that had covered the Pooka race, the cold was unbearable that night. Crystallized snowflakes drifted downwards, sending a chilly aura throughout the Pooka village.
Despite the muffled sounds, a certain Pooka's massive ears twitched as she heard her little brother's ragged breaths. Her mother scooted closer, hugging her and her little brother tight, their fur brushing against each other. Her mother's paw held them close together, shushing them and comforting her children.
She was still young, maybe still a teen. But she was already filled with love and compassion, with wisdom as old as a wise monk. The silent happiness of her family. With a special talent no other Pooka had. Though, tonight was a night that no one should be happy for now.
"I'm scared." Her little brother, a young kit, chattered.
"Sh, it's going to be alright. They can't hurt us." His sister shushed, rubbing the young Pooka's cheek with her paw.
That's when the scream was heard.
It was ear piercing. The scream was clearly from a woman. The 3 perked up, looking around. Their eyes scanned the room, and spotted the window. Pooka's from their village were running, screaming. They spotted a Pooka mother holding her infant. They too spotted a male Pooka, trying to battle off something that was previously attacking him.
Her mother jolted up on her hind legs and urged her children to get up as well. "Come quick, we need to get away or they'll find us." The old Pooka's voice was now frantic. Her children did as so, and went out the door.
It was a massacre.
Fearlings were strewn all about the village. Fearlings were these horrible black creatures, with arching backs and golden sharp eyes. Claws elongated from their hands, and they terrorized the whole Pooka village. Every Pooka was either running away or fending off for them.
"I need you to go to the clearing in the woods. Quick, go!" Their mother said as she urged the young Pooka to run
"Wait, where are you going?" The young Pooka asked, not wanting to leave the refuge of her mother
"I'll go fetch your father. Quick, go! I'll follow you later! Go!" Her mother urged
She picked up her little brother and he put his arms around her neck, so she can give him a piggy back ride. After that, she went on all fours and raced towards the wood to avoid the chaos, her heart racing.
Oh how graceful she seemed, hopping over branches, swifter than any rabbit that existed. She was gifted, though no one knew that. Fast enough to run on water. Fast enough to be able to circle the globe more than a few times in just a minute.
Once they reached a grassy clearing that their mother had instructed for them to go there, she let her trembling brother down on the ground. His ears were flattened down on his back, pouting in a petrified manner. She herself was scared, for what happened to their village, for what's going to happen to her parents.
She sat down next to her brother; the ground was covered in a blanket of snow. She put a furry arm around his small shivering figure. "Are you alright?"
"I'm still scared." He said through chattering teeth
"Well, you shouldn't be." She explained, then, a light bulb dinged on her brain. "Hey, how about I tell you a story?"
"I would like that…" the small Pooka said
"A-Alright." She stuttered. The cold was seeping through her bones, despite the coating of fur around her body. Her little brother scooted closer to her, eager to listen to some comforting words.
"Um, okay. Once upon a time, there was a little… um, rabbit." She started, her little brother's eyes gleaming at her in curiosity
"The little rabbit was all alone, with no mama and papa. Although, the rabbit wasn't really alone." She said. Her little brother looked at her in confusion.
"The little rabbit had someone who watches over him, someone who protects him. He has a Guardian Angel." She continued. "The 2 were the very best of friends. Although the Angel kept on talking to the rabbit, the little rabbit can't hear him."
"Oh no!" gasped her little brother, his little ears perked up. "Poor Guardian Angel! How can they be best friends? That's crazy!"
"No, no, it's not like that. You see, even though they can't hear each other, they always understood each other…" She explained, and as she spoke, the wind started to drift around them, making a warm sensation float around the 2 despite the cold.
"Huh? I don't get it." The little kit's eyes looked at her in dismay
"Well, you see, there are many things that you can't see, or feel, or hear. Just like the wind!" She gestured to the air, in which the wind started to evolve and the leaves started to dance with the wind. "But there are also things that call out to you, but they can't make a sound. Though, you can hear them. All you have to do is to understand it." The wind grew stronger, whistling through the trees like a melodic flute. "Here, listen to the wind. It's telling you something…" she whispers
The young kit closes its eyes, and a small smile forms on his snout. The wind circles the 2 siblings peacefully, as if it's saying "It's alright, there's no need for you to be afraid. I'm here for you sweethearts."
"I hear it!" the young rabbit giggles happily
And for a moment, they forgot all about the chaos that just occurred in their village. For a moment, they felt peaceful. They felt happy…
The moment was immediately cut in half by a knife. Literally.
A dagger whirred past them, barely missing their heads. They gasped and jumped, then turned their head behind them to see that a Fearling has spotted the 2. Its mouth was stretched in a menacing smile, laughing evilly.
"Quick, run!" she shrieked, and the 2 took off with the Fearling chasing them
The 2 went off, running as fast as they can. With ragged breaths, pounding chests and sore feet, they continued on with desperation. She let her little brother run ahead of her so she can see if he's alright.
Bad idea.
An unexpected Fearling jumped in her brother's way, pushing him aside and sent him barreling towards a ditch with a Fearling still latched n the young kit's body. The young rabbit let out a scream that dove right through her sister's heart, kicking in her sisterly instincts and diving right after her little brother.
"NO!" she yelled, jumping right after them. Her heart was pounding, in fear. Forth her brother might be the last piece of her family left.
She caught up with the 2 and, using her Pooka claws, violently ripped the Fearling away from her little's brother's body. "Are you alright?" she asked, frantic as she helped her little brother up
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Her little brother stuttered
They both turned to their side to see a huge wall of Fearlings, stacking unto each other like a small mountain. After reaching a certain height fast, the Fearlings all dived for the 2.
Their eyes widened. And then, as if everything was in slow motion, their lives flashed before their eyes. A scene of little toddler her, dancing merrily in a garden. The 2 of them engaging in a fun race. All 4 of them, complete happy family.
Without thinking, she pushed her little brother away to safe ground.
And then, everything went black.
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Shh…
What? Who are you?
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Can you hear it…?
Huh? Hear what?
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You'll hear it soon…
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She jolted up; the moonlight was shining in her eyes. She grunted as she shielded her eyes with her furry arm. She yawned and stretched, her hind legs were stiff and sore. It felt good to stretch, as if she was in the said position in a long period of time. She looked up at the moon once again; it seemed to smile at her. A warm and unusual smile.
Just then, something in her snapped.
Her brother. Her mother. Her fellow Pooka's. Where were they? She looked around; she was in a clearing that she clearly remembered. With eyes alert, ears at full intensity, she focused on what was going around her. It was in the middle of the night. It was quiet. She was all alone. Where were the Fearlings? Where were the others? She was all alone.
Where was her brother?
Oh no.
She ran on all fours, running towards a familiar path towards their village. Her mind was buzzing in her head; maybe her brother had gone to the village to find their mother? Most of all, where were her mother? Are they alright? Questions poured down her heart, making the string of nervousness tug on her strings.
She reached her village.
But it didn't look like their village.
Upon the sight of it, she gasped, backed up, and tears started to pool in her eyes.
Her village was… gone. Every building and establishment was burnt down. Others were still burning; others were completely burnt down to ashes. No one was insight. Well… at least no one ALIVE was insight. A few molten decaying bodies of her fellow Pooka's were strewn about. One had half of his face completely burnt away.
She hopped closer, tears streamed down her furry face. She felt something crunch under her giant foot. She gasped and backed up; lifting her foot to see that she stepped on a skull. She winced and hopped forward down the gravel pavements of the once used to be her village.
She just wanted to break down sobbing.
Tears fell down from her face, dripping down from her cheeks and unto the ground. Just then, a flower immediately emerged from the wet spot that was created by her tear. She gasped and backed up, bending down, inspecting the thing. She softly touched her giant foot against the soil, and a very beautiful orchid erupted from the ground where she touched her foot at. Gasping once more, she hurried over to a tree. Touching her paw on it, a vine slithered like a snake and wrapped itself around the tree.
She spotted a nearby lake, and after stumbling to get to it, she peered into the crystal blue water which was illuminated by the Moon's glow. Her honey blonde fur was unusually perfect. Her jade green eyes looked bright but dull at the same time. Her long ears looked droopy and sad. But her figure, curvy and petite, did not show any damage.
The feeling of excitement soon disappeared when she remembered what happened to her family. Looking up at the moon, she whispered, ever so softly.
"Please, please tell me. What happened?"
You race had been wiped out, child.
She perked up at the voice, then knowing, it was the Moon.
"H-How, and, why?" she whimpered. No. It couldn't be. She wasn't alone… was she? She couldn't be alone. The feeling of loneliness spread through her veins, but the wind started to evolve around her. Her fur fluttered ever so softly.
Your race has been wiped out by a pack of Fearlings. You're the last of your kind. I'm so sorry, my child.
A whimper escaped her throat, and more tears fell down from her face. "W-Why? Why am I left to be alone?"
Don't worry child, I am here. I am always here. Even if you can't hear me, see me, or feel me, I'll always be here.
She looked up, hope was in her eyes.
Your name is Addilyn Evergreen. And I want you to give joy to children around the world, to protect them with all your cost.
"H-How?" she asked
The moon didn't respond. But its shine moved ever so carefully, it finally stopped at the middle of the clearing, where 2 braces that were meant to put around the arms were put. Gems that shimmered adorned the small bit of armor. A leather upholstery strap was lying next to it, and it contained several weapons, a small axe, a couple of daggers, and a sword. There was also a leather belt with a pouch attached. And attached to a pouch were a notebook and a pen. The cover was beautiful, beautiful intricate swirls decorated the leaf covering.
She looked up at the moon once more. "How can I use these?"
The moon didn't answer.
"Well, guess it's for me to find out." She thought
Putting on the braces felt good, it felt like she was secured and safe. The upholstery strap was unusually light, pending on the amount of weapons attached. And the belt was no trouble.
She removed the notebook from the pouch, looking at it curiously. She opened the pages and found that they were all blank. The pages were slightly ripped at the edges, and yellow with age. But she loved it. She tested if the pen was working, and in the memory of her race, she drew a small rabbit. How surprising, her drawing skills were astounding.
After drawing the small rabbit, she looked at her work. It was truly beautiful. Just then, the small rabbit on the page began to move. She gasped, that's when the rabbit bounced off the page and around her. The cartoon rabbit bounced through the air, around trees, around her, then finally, dropping back into the page.
With a smile on her face, she closed the notebook, knowing her purpose.
She looked up at the moon once more.
"I will make you proud, I promise."
With a spring in her step, she ran away.
And that is the Pooka Massacre of 1425
SO, yeah, first story.
I don't own ROTG, just a few OC's.
This might be a Bunnymund x OC
Hope you guys enjoy!