A short legged weasel scuttled as fast as he could to two massive doors guarded by two unbelievably large and muscular otters wielding spears. As the little weasel got closer, one of the otters snickered and nudged his buddy. The weasel sighed as one of the otters called to him.
" Ahoy Fergil! How've ya been matey?"
" Ya, don't wear your little legs out!"
The weasel stopped in front of the otters, panting and wheezing. One of the otters bent down so his face was level with the weasels, looking a little worried.
" Hey mate, you ok?" The other otter dropped his spear and ran to the weasel's side as the weasel fell to a sitting position.
" Fergil! What's wrong!" the weasel pulled a rag from the pocket of his pantaloons and coughed into it. Putting the rag back into his pocket he looked up at the two concerned otters. " It's ok you two, just wore myself out a little."
The otters gently helped the weasel back up, stepping away from him as he started coughing and wheezing again. The weasel quickly recovered, getting his breath back as he nodded to the two otters. The otters, still worried for the weasel, opened the doors and led the weasel into the room. And in this room was a large, beautifully crafted chair surrounded by beautiful tapestries. And sitting in this chair, with its legs crossed and its head propped up on its elbow, there sat a snoring black ferret. One of the otters took a step forward.
" Excuse me mi'lord," The ferrets dark blue eyes popped open as soon as the otter had spook. The ferret got up from his chair and stretched his back, showing his large fangs as he let out a loud yawn. Rubbing his eyes the ferret looked over at the two guards, nodding to each of them. Then his eyes met the weasels.
Fergil, who was usually stationed in one of the guard towers, has never really gotten a good look at the great Kova. And now here was that same giant ferret, with its sleek black fur and horrifying fangs, walking right up to him! The weasel watched as the ferret stopped in front of him, his snout level with the warlords chest. The ferret peered down at him with its dark eyes, and spoke to him.
" Greetings weasel." the weasel realized that the ferret was male, and tried to return the greeting, but all that came out was a jumble of words. The ferret cocked his head when he heard this, and the weasel flinched as the massive warlord laughed and clapped the weasel on the back.
" Oh don't sweat it friend! It's not the first time some one has had a fright lookin' at me!" Kova looked at the weasel, grinning. " First time see in me huh?" The weasel nodded as the warlord put his arm around the weasels shoulder and led him to the window. The ferret sighed to himself as he looked out at the small village. Off in the distance a group of baby shrews and rats were playing a game of tag, while a family of foxes were washing laundry in the stream that flowed from under the wall. Fergil was busy enjoying the nice view he had of a nice looking weasel maid when Kova spoke up.
" Now then, me fine fuzzy little friend," the ferret knelt down so his face was level with the weasels, " please tell me what is so important." The weasel looked into the warlord trusting eyes and made a move to talk, but turned away, another coughing fit erupting from his lungs. When he turned back to the warlord, he noticed the ferret was a little concerned. The weasel muttered an apology and told the warlord what he had seen on the northern wall.
" Well it was like this mi' lord, me and Greck were on the northern wall patrolling along when one of us spots a savage group o beasts in the woodlands. And I says: " Oi Greck, what is that?" And he says: " Oh I don't know, probably some youngsters goofin' off o sum thin…" And I tells him: " But Greck, shouldn't we report this?" And of he said no, and when I turned around to look at em, they had gone!" The weasel stopped to catch his breath, " And then I came runnin' back in here to tell you lord!"
The weasel looked up at the warlord and was surprised to see him sitting on the ground, his head resting in his hands as he pondered this. Not very royal if you ask me, the weasel thought as the warlord now lay on his back, stretching.
" Well my weasely little friend, I think I shall have a little talk with your friend," the warlord yawned loudly, " in the mean time I think I'll take another nap."
Later that night a very angry and grumpy stoat known as Grek was scrubbing the mess hall. And as the stoat scrubbed the grime off the floor and swept the scraps up, a group of small beasts in bark armor, their bodies painted with black mud, were creeping through the woodlands. And the young squirrel maids that were picking flowers for the lovers never saw them coming….
WELL I'M FINALLY DONE WITH CHAPTER 10! AND I'M SORRY FOR THE KIND OF DARK ENDING. I KNOW ITS KIND OF GETTING A LITTLE DARK, BUT HEY, MY STORY CAN'T BE ALL RAINBOWS AND LOLLY POPS, RIGHT?