Radiant shafts of pure golden sunlight washed over the lands of the young world. Time was near it's beginning, but life could not at all be said as scarce!
Blooming types of flowers, such as tulips, daisies and roses blossomed in the hot summer season. Fish of all kinds – trout, cod, and catfish among a large variety more swam in the rivers, lakes, and ponds of the world.
The skies were lit up in a brilliant aquamarine on this sunny day, high crested rolling clouds slowly moving in from the horizon of the East Lands.
But, oblivious to all the amazing beauty around them, a huge tribe of woodland creatures slept peacefully in a large, wide field, surrounded by trees, grass, even a fair sized pond. They had settled down there and made it livable. Tents of tree bark lay about in places, woven rush mats suited others to sleep on. But they didn't mind that – the simple life was perfect for them.
Some of the creatures lay on their sides, chewing dew-soaked grass as they dreamed happily, while others lay sprawled out, flat on their backs, snoring uproariously.
Yet all of the creatures, every mouse, mole, hedgehog, otter, squirrel, vole, and hare there were deep in slumber, except for one spry young fellow.
Tredel the mouse sat with his back propped up against the trunk of an apple tree, munching happily on one of the sweet red fruits.
A navy blue tunic covered his furry frame, firm muscles clearly visible through his sheen, tan colored coat of fur. His brown eyes were as sharp and dark, and he had straight white teeth. Being only a few seasons old, he was quite a strong and intelligent member of the woodland camp.
The sun was fully up, now; dawn was here. Some early risers stretched their arms and yawned. Tredel stood up, flinging his apple core into the foliage behind him, and stretched his arms as well. What a beautiful day it was!
He padded over to his mat his mother had woven for him, and sat down, awaiting a good breakfast. No more than a minute later, his best friend Dandus joined him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he plopped down on the comfortable mat.
A light green tunic clothed Dandus, and his fur was near the same shade as his friend's. Chipper hazel eyes greeted Tredel in the early morn, and Dandus pulled a tired smile to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. With a fit body and a jovial nature to boot, the boys were alike in many ways, and inseparable!
A pretty vole named Mayflower came around serving breakfast. It was homey affair of cold pond water in stone beakers, and fresh warm bread, nicknamed "spikebread" by the hedgehog cooks. The hedgehogs were the best cooks in the settlement, and they had recently discovered the many tasty uses for flower.
"Haha, what a brilliant day for early summer, mate!" said Dandus, munching heartily on a large portion of bread.
Tredel downed his water with a loud gulp and wiped a crumb of bread from his whiskers.
"Aye, you're right there, what a scorcher!" The two pals conversed eagerly as the traces of sleep were banished from them, graciously satisfying their appetites.
All around them, the hustle and bustle of the dawn jostled drowsy creatures into liveliness, such as the main cook, a jolly fat hedgehog cook. His spikes bristled as he passed out orders like hot potatoes.
"Hoho, look alive, me hearties! Mayflower, get those bread loaves offa our sun rocks afore they get too hot! Hoi, Rjinn, fill another barrel o' water from the pond now – hop to it!" The creatures hurried off quickly do their bidding, lest they be told off by the bossy cook.
Breakfast finished a little while later, Dandus and Tredel with full stomachs. They had something to do, so they entered the forest, walking at a lively pace.
An older, adult mouse was sitting on a wide oak tree stump a few minutes down the trail fumbling with the strap of his belt. He had the same happy, yet determined look on his face – just like his son Tredel.
"Father, you said for me to meet you here, for what?" asked Tredel quizzically.
Tredel's father wordlessly unbuckled the leather swash belt from around his waist and placed it around his son's, and as it was fastened and pulled tight, the young mouse knew what awaited him. He gasped in joy and shock as he father spoke his few words.
"I think it's about time you had a weapon of your own, son. You're growing up nicely, and it would be a shame for you not to have one. Use it like a warrior would, but remember – only use if it is absolutely necessary, all right?" "You bet, Dad, you bet!" Tredel said, his face lit up with sheer delight. His father trotted off back on his way to the field, leaving the two boys elated and in awe.
Dandus finally spoke. "Let's see it, mate, take it out!" The hilt gleamed dully in the morning sunlight, black leather bound, with silver crosstrees leading up towards the blade. Tredel unsheathed it from it's plain, leather scabbard and admired the full sword in his paws. It wasn't too fancy, but Tredel liked the simple life as well as any other creature in the settlement.
Furnished steel glinted in the rays of the sun as it moved it back and forth slowly, it's keen edge cutting through the air smoothly. A narrow blood channel ran through the steel sword in the center, and the sharp pointed tip finished it off. Tredel finally had a sword of his very own!
He sheathed the blade and fell back in the grass, chuckling. Dandus stared at him with a puzzled expression on his face, but soon he joined Tredel with giggles, and it turned into full-fledged laughter.
Suddenly Tredel leapt up and dashed down the trail, soil flying from his paws as he moved like a blur. Tredel was the fastest runner in the community – next to Dandus!
"Race you to the pond, you unarmed fiend!" "Hey, you take that back, my father dosen't have a sword like that!" "Even if he did, he wouldn't give it to you for fear of waking up with the camp chopped to bits!" Dandus put on an extra burst of speed and was hot on Tredel's heels. He lunged at him and they rolled across the field, straight into the pond, laughing the whole way through.
They splashed water at each other and swam around the cool pond as the sun beat down on them, and they relished the marvelous day. Life was good in the carefree woodland settlement.
Blooming types of flowers, such as tulips, daisies and roses blossomed in the hot summer season. Fish of all kinds – trout, cod, and catfish among a large variety more swam in the rivers, lakes, and ponds of the world.
The skies were lit up in a brilliant aquamarine on this sunny day, high crested rolling clouds slowly moving in from the horizon of the East Lands.
But, oblivious to all the amazing beauty around them, a huge tribe of woodland creatures slept peacefully in a large, wide field, surrounded by trees, grass, even a fair sized pond. They had settled down there and made it livable. Tents of tree bark lay about in places, woven rush mats suited others to sleep on. But they didn't mind that – the simple life was perfect for them.
Some of the creatures lay on their sides, chewing dew-soaked grass as they dreamed happily, while others lay sprawled out, flat on their backs, snoring uproariously.
Yet all of the creatures, every mouse, mole, hedgehog, otter, squirrel, vole, and hare there were deep in slumber, except for one spry young fellow.
Tredel the mouse sat with his back propped up against the trunk of an apple tree, munching happily on one of the sweet red fruits.
A navy blue tunic covered his furry frame, firm muscles clearly visible through his sheen, tan colored coat of fur. His brown eyes were as sharp and dark, and he had straight white teeth. Being only a few seasons old, he was quite a strong and intelligent member of the woodland camp.
The sun was fully up, now; dawn was here. Some early risers stretched their arms and yawned. Tredel stood up, flinging his apple core into the foliage behind him, and stretched his arms as well. What a beautiful day it was!
He padded over to his mat his mother had woven for him, and sat down, awaiting a good breakfast. No more than a minute later, his best friend Dandus joined him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he plopped down on the comfortable mat.
A light green tunic clothed Dandus, and his fur was near the same shade as his friend's. Chipper hazel eyes greeted Tredel in the early morn, and Dandus pulled a tired smile to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. With a fit body and a jovial nature to boot, the boys were alike in many ways, and inseparable!
A pretty vole named Mayflower came around serving breakfast. It was homey affair of cold pond water in stone beakers, and fresh warm bread, nicknamed "spikebread" by the hedgehog cooks. The hedgehogs were the best cooks in the settlement, and they had recently discovered the many tasty uses for flower.
"Haha, what a brilliant day for early summer, mate!" said Dandus, munching heartily on a large portion of bread.
Tredel downed his water with a loud gulp and wiped a crumb of bread from his whiskers.
"Aye, you're right there, what a scorcher!" The two pals conversed eagerly as the traces of sleep were banished from them, graciously satisfying their appetites.
All around them, the hustle and bustle of the dawn jostled drowsy creatures into liveliness, such as the main cook, a jolly fat hedgehog cook. His spikes bristled as he passed out orders like hot potatoes.
"Hoho, look alive, me hearties! Mayflower, get those bread loaves offa our sun rocks afore they get too hot! Hoi, Rjinn, fill another barrel o' water from the pond now – hop to it!" The creatures hurried off quickly do their bidding, lest they be told off by the bossy cook.
Breakfast finished a little while later, Dandus and Tredel with full stomachs. They had something to do, so they entered the forest, walking at a lively pace.
An older, adult mouse was sitting on a wide oak tree stump a few minutes down the trail fumbling with the strap of his belt. He had the same happy, yet determined look on his face – just like his son Tredel.
"Father, you said for me to meet you here, for what?" asked Tredel quizzically.
Tredel's father wordlessly unbuckled the leather swash belt from around his waist and placed it around his son's, and as it was fastened and pulled tight, the young mouse knew what awaited him. He gasped in joy and shock as he father spoke his few words.
"I think it's about time you had a weapon of your own, son. You're growing up nicely, and it would be a shame for you not to have one. Use it like a warrior would, but remember – only use if it is absolutely necessary, all right?" "You bet, Dad, you bet!" Tredel said, his face lit up with sheer delight. His father trotted off back on his way to the field, leaving the two boys elated and in awe.
Dandus finally spoke. "Let's see it, mate, take it out!" The hilt gleamed dully in the morning sunlight, black leather bound, with silver crosstrees leading up towards the blade. Tredel unsheathed it from it's plain, leather scabbard and admired the full sword in his paws. It wasn't too fancy, but Tredel liked the simple life as well as any other creature in the settlement.
Furnished steel glinted in the rays of the sun as it moved it back and forth slowly, it's keen edge cutting through the air smoothly. A narrow blood channel ran through the steel sword in the center, and the sharp pointed tip finished it off. Tredel finally had a sword of his very own!
He sheathed the blade and fell back in the grass, chuckling. Dandus stared at him with a puzzled expression on his face, but soon he joined Tredel with giggles, and it turned into full-fledged laughter.
Suddenly Tredel leapt up and dashed down the trail, soil flying from his paws as he moved like a blur. Tredel was the fastest runner in the community – next to Dandus!
"Race you to the pond, you unarmed fiend!" "Hey, you take that back, my father dosen't have a sword like that!" "Even if he did, he wouldn't give it to you for fear of waking up with the camp chopped to bits!" Dandus put on an extra burst of speed and was hot on Tredel's heels. He lunged at him and they rolled across the field, straight into the pond, laughing the whole way through.
They splashed water at each other and swam around the cool pond as the sun beat down on them, and they relished the marvelous day. Life was good in the carefree woodland settlement.