Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long, peoples! And guess what! The Prophecy of the Facemaker's prophecy is MY creation! ME, the MOST HORRIBLE RHYMING person EVER! I can't believe I actually created it! I'm so proud…
And, do you all notice I'm changing the ages and plotlines and Holts more and more, eh? That's because I stray from the plot and despise it!
BOOOOOO, DOWN WITH THE PLOT, ALWAYS BLOCKING MY IMAGINATIONS!
Forgive me if you don't understand it. I understand completely if you stop reading anymore chapters of Silver's Tale.
Ah well…
Enjoy! And reviewing affects my inspirational-filled uploads.
THIS IS 6 PAGES! WOW!
Prophecy of the Facemaker
By: biacebaolck
"Argento whispered this'n thin' intae my ear. Dunnoe what 'tis means, ye've heard it an' tha's it."
"Alright! Enough with the putting-offing stuff!" Brioka nearly screamed. Secretly, Brom and Silver had to agree. Shellhound had been trying to put it off with riddles. "Tell us what he really said!"
" 'Don't follow me. If you wish to know my destiny, look for the Facemaker scroll.' That's what 'e said!" Shellhound threw his paws up in the air. "If ye won' believe me, I won' go abou' tryin' te convince ye!" He stood up and left in a huff.
"Brioka…" Silver said quietly.
"I don't think that was a good idea…" Brom started.
"Shut. Up." A demonic aura surrounded the she-squirrel and both otters backed away slowly. "NOW COME ON YOU TWO! WE'VE GOT THE FACEMAKER SCROLLS TO FIND!" And with that, Brioka dragged Brom and Silver at breakneck speed to the gatehouse.
Girry was taking a short nap when Brioka flung the gatehouse doors open. "Whagahuh?! What in tarnation is going on!"
"I'm really sorry about this, Girry…" Silver apologized before Brioka ran her big bossy mouth.
"HAVE YOU HEARD ANYTHING ON THE FACEMAKER SCROLL?!"
"Facemaker scrolls?" Girry winced, with temporary half-hearing loss. Fortunately, with Brioka's loud yelling, it wouldn't be a problem for him to hear…unfortunately, there went his hope of having his ears intact before he reached retirement from being the abbey recorder. "Facemaker? Sounds like something that your whatshisname Facemaker brother would know."
"Well…" Silver was debating on how to explain this. She was saved from the task when the most likeliest thing happened.
"YOUNG MISS, I WOULD RECOMMEND YOU NOT TOUCHING THOSE PRECIOUS SCROLLS!"
"SO WHAT?!" Brioka yelled back as she continued, taking out random scrolls and scanning them before stuffing them impatiently back in their place. "THEY'RE OLD! THEY'RE BOUND TO GET RUINED AT SOME POINT!"
"YES, BUT I'D LIKE THEM TO STAY THAT WAY FOR GENERATIONS!"
"LIKE STRAWBERRY-JAM SMEARED?!" Brioka thrust one particularly smeared with strawberry-jam scroll in Girry's face. "AND SINCE I DON'T SEE ANY FLIES AND WHAT NOT, I'D SAY THAT THIS WAS RECENT, FROM AFTERNOON TEA!"
"Oh dear…they're really arguing…" Silver said.
"And she's ignoring the fact that our poor ears are still developing." Brom grumbled, getting major ticked off."Yo, short-tempered she-squirrel. It's obvious he doesn't know anything about it and it's not here, so why don't we check out that library?"
"Remind me…next time…" Brom gasped hoarsely as he was dropped at the floor of the library alongside Silver. "to not point out the obvious anymore."
"Haha…"
"It's not funny…I mean it…"
"I FOUND IT!!!" Both winced, but slowly stood up and ventured their way to Brioka who was reading a scroll excitedly. "THERE'S NO MISTAKE! THIS IS IT! SEE! LOOK AT IT! READ IT! JUST PLAIN READ IT AND TELL ME I'M A GENIUS!" She thrust it into their faces.
"Like heck I'd call you a genius. You're more of an empty-headed she-squirrel." Brom commented. He was rewarded with an introduction to the floor. A rather painful one.
Silver took the scroll and it aloud, her eyes opening wider and wider with each stanza.
The Facemaker Scroll
The Prophecy of the Facemaker
When thy mother hath gone to eternal rest
Know this, Facemaker, for thy final test
Midnight, go to the calling sea
There, thy destiny will be waiting for thee.
Follow thy instincts, whether bold or meek
Follow thy ancestors' path, or die like the weak.
A murderer
A wanderer
A Death messenger
A savior
A warning
A Silver Master
A warrior
A brother
A traitor
A loner
A Facemaker
All these, thee must be and more
Until the end of thy path, thy roving shore
At the end, thee will be
Finally able to rest in peace for eternity.
But be warned, Facemaker, where thy footpaws tread
Happiness will not follow for anybeast
When and while silent tears are shed.
The path is thine to choose
Where will thee go?
Only thoust can only know.
"You're a genius, Brioka." Silver breathed, resulting in a "HA! BEAT THAT, IDIOT!" from Brioka to Brom. "But…" She reread some of the stanzas and lines. "But this part doesn't make sense…"
"Who cares?" Brom said, sitting up and massaging his aching jaw mournfully. "We've found the scroll. And stuff like this, ancient stuff, I mean, isn't supposed to make sense."
"No, no, no. You misunderstand me. I meant…" Silver showed them the line.
" 'When thy mother hath gone to eternal rest'…" Brioka read. "What's wrong with that, Silv?"
"Nothing, except…" Silver bit her lower lip. "Except…Argento said that he left us, my father and mother and I, when he was three and I was two…but then…mother died when I was three so…why did he leave? I mean, the vermin attack was…when…I was…" Her voice quieted down to a small, barely audible whisper. "Only three…my mom was killed…"
"Hrm…" As ignorantly loud and as bossy as Brioka was; as ignorantly stupid like guys usually are as Brom… Both understood the need not to press Silver on to continue. Finally, Silver found the courage to start again. ((NO OFFENSE TO YOU GUYS OUT THERE! I JUST MEANT, TYPICAL GUYS ARE SOMETIMES IGNORANT OF A GIRL'S FEELINGS!!!))
"Well…maybe you were about to turn three, and on the day that you turned three seasons, Argento saw your mom die, knew it was time to go and left, and then that's how it happened."
"That actually makes sense for once! Good job, IDIOT!"
"I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!" Silver smiled…and started laughing as the two continued arguing. Life was good.
Of course, she was still being naïve…as life can never stay good long enough for you to enjoy it.
IT'S A BONUS, PEOPLES!!!
We all might change…
And argue constantly…
…at some point or another…
…but that doesn't mean…
…we're going to back down just yet!
--The team motto of Brioka, Brom and Silver.
Brom: HEY! HOW COME BRIOKA'S NAME IS FIRST?!
Brioka: Oh, I don't know…maybe it has something to do with you being an IDIOT?!
Silver: Guys…
Brom: TAKE THAT BACK!
Brioka: MAKEME, IDIOT!
Silver: We shouldn't be--
Brom: SURE! HAND ME A DIRK AND I'LL PLUNGE IT INTO YOU!!
Brioka: HA! YOU WIELD A DIRK AS WELL AS YOU CAN SEW!
Silver: I don't think this is a good example for the readers and--
Brom: I'M A GUY!! I DON'T SEW! AND YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, YOU'RE A GIRL!!!
Brioka: WELL, AT LEAST I'M BETTER AT THE DIRK THAN YOU, NUMBSKULL!!
Silver: I really don't think this will boost our reviews—
Brom: WHAT?! SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU!
Brioka: SURE THING, NUMBSKULL!
Silver: This won't boost up the stats so you can stop--
Brom: AND THEN THE SQUIRRELQUEEN'S DAUGHTER IS AS FULL OF ROYALTY RUDENESS AS HER MOM!
Brioka: I'M LIKE MY MA?! SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU, AND THEN I'LL KILL YOU!
Silver: I don't think killing Brom is good for a K+ rated story--
Brom: SURE! YOU'RE LIKE YOUR ROYALTY RUDENESS FILLED MOM!
Brioka: I'LL SLAUGHTER YOUR NECK WITH A KUNAI, TOSS YOUR BODY INTO MOSSFLOWER STREAM AND BLAME IT ALL ON ARGENTO!!
Silver: Hey! Don't blame my brother--
Brom: I THINK A LITTLE FACE REARRANGING IS IN ORDER FOR YOU, MISS PRISSY PANTS!
Brioka: CALL ME MISS PRISSY PANTS AGAIN AND I'LL PERSONALLY REARRANGE YOUR FACE, IDIOTIC NUMBSKULL!
Silver: We really shouldn't be arguing--
Brom: YOU WANT TO CALL ME THAT TO MY FACE, MISS PRISSY PANTS?!
Brioka: IDIOTIC NUMBSKULL, I ALREADY DID!
Silver: (sighs as they begin fighting each other) Why ME? Why HERE? Why NOW?!
Blackbolt52003: Because I like teasing you!
Silver: (groans) Until next time…see you readers later! (starts yelling at Blackbolt52003)
(THE CURTAINS CLOSE UNTIL NEXT TIME)