Fiver was frantic all night, Snowflake was in tears; Chestnut was nowhere to be found. Everyone searched, even the Owsla went on night patrol in search for the missing kitten but to no prevail. Hannah and Skree soared above for a chance to see if they could seek him out but of course, it was too dark. Gillia, Snowdrop, Mallow and Raspberry wanted to venture forth to see if they could find him but they were stopped as they needed to be older for the likely reasons of being alone at night. Pipkin, Loganberry, Acorn, Tulip and Pollen searched Nuthanger's Farm which was proven fruitless when Pollen hit his head against a tree and cursed out loud waking Duster up and barking at them, scaring the group away. What most of us also noticed was that there was no sign of Larkspur either. Eventually, I followed Fiver to a tree down in the orchard.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly so not to wake up any owls or to catch the attention of a fox or wolf that might be passing by.
"We're going to see Bark," replied Fiver. "But I'm hoping to keep it short. Bark?" he called sticking his face into a hole in the tree. "Are you home?"
A second later, a huge shadow emerged form the hole and a huge badger stood over us. She looked down at us and smiled.
"Fiver! Friend!"
She picked him up and hugged him, strangling him. I laughed a little at this. Now I understood what Fiver meant by hoping to keep it short.
"It's good to see you too, Bark!" gasped Fiver. "Can't breathe!"
Bark set him him free but held him like a child holding a beloved doll or puppy.
Getting air back into his lungs, Fiver asked if she had seen a little kitten that looked like his big brother pass by.
Bark looked troubled.
"Bark thought she was only dreaming. Bark opened one eye to see baby rabbit running away and tall dark brown rabbit saying, "Chestnut now mine."
"Larkspur!" me and Fiver both cried.
Bark, who was holding Fiver, was so startled at this she accidentally dropped Fiver, making him land on me.
"Sorry," grunted Fiver getting off me.
"Don't worry," I coughed.
"Thank you, Bark," said Fiver. "We need to head home now. You've been very helpful."
"Come visit soon," regarded Bark, and she walked back into her den.
"I knew there was something suspicious about Larkspur!" I proclaimed. "All this talk she had on her about Frith being unforgiving and ignoring and now - come to think of it, I reckon she heard of Chestnut's beliefs with these dreams of his coming true and she blamed him for Carnation's death. Now she has taken him away. What was your vision again? Two members of a family tree?"
"An elder left and siblings three."
"Larkspur!" I said. "Larkspur is the elder of your remaining family tree. And you and Hazel have three other brothers. 'Reunion comes and blood shall spill, loved one flees from guilt and chill'. Carnation died and Chestnut ran away thinking it was his fault. He must have also ran away with the belief that he would fall into the Valley of Fire like in his dream lest it would happen."
"'Journey for us lies ahead'," continued Fiver. "'Joined together finds us dead. Life shall stay for groups of three, to set the many victims free'. We must go on a journey to find Chestnut but in groups of three to stay alive. We will also find Chestnut with other victims who are imprisoned I believe."
"We need to tell this to Hazel," I decided.
"Let's go," agreed Fiver, and we hopped back to the down.
We hopped back up to the hill but when we reached the top, Fiver just stood there.
I looked back to seem with a pained expression on his face.
"We'll find him, Fiver," I comforted.
But Fiver started to cry painfully, huge tears soaking the grass.
"I can't live without him," he sobbed. "I need to see him again. I need to to bring him home."
"An you well fine him," I assured him as I hopped up to him and hugged him. "Me and you, all who will join us, we will find Chestnut. Have faith - for him. He depends on you, Fiver. He's probably waiting for you right now. I know he ran way for his life but deep down I'm sure he needs you."
We all gathered into the Honeycomb. It took a bit of time to decide what groups would come but we got there;
The first group: Me, Rosie, Pipkin, Strawberry, Campion and Cynthia - who wanted Daffodil to come with her.
I decided it would well like that because although I had only been here two times and only managed to escape a dangerous order two times, I felt they would be safe with me being more experienced and plus, having Strawberry with us would be greta help, as he was a more dedicated member of the Owsla than Hawkbit and Dandelion put together. Then there was Pipkin who was maturing real well with his skills and being leader of the Junior Owsla. Strawberry could use a helping hand, and then Campion was definitely worth having as he was strong, brave and not afraid of any challenge for as far as I have known him. Rosie was reluctant about Daffodil tagging with them for the fear of her sister's wellbeing, but Strawberry decided he should come with the hopes to get something out of him from all these tales he had told them all.
The second group: Fiver, Hazel, Bigwig, Spartina, Silverweed and Campion.
I felt it fitted together well as they were all professional fighters and could work well together without worrying about the weak.
The third group: Michael, Blackavar, Hawkbit, Dandelion, Loganberry, Acorn, Tulip and Pollen.
I thought they went well together being an Owsla and Michael being there with his talent besides the gloating Loganberry.
"We will leave in the morning," announced Hazel. "We will find Chestnut, Fiver. Don't worry."
"If anyone's hurt him," said Fiver viciously, "I will blind them so deep, they won't see the Black Rabbit coming for them."
"Suppose you got killed first?" sneered Hawkbit. "Being a runt and all. I think it's easier said than done. Good luck on your own."
"Why do you think I became a full-time member of the Owsla in the first place?" said Fiver in sharp annoyance.
"Well let's look at the facts," said Hawkbit. "Me and Bigwig saved Pipkin from the weasel, Hazel fought Woundwort, Silverweed saved Watership Down, Blackberry stayed in Darkhaven for Campion, while you mainly just stay to give the future warnings. Chestnut couldn't possibly rely on a runt for a father, no offence."
No offence or not, Hawkbit had said the wrong thing; Fiver had pounced on Hawkbit taking him to the floor and there Fiver was; standing on Hawkbit chest, his face down on his and, unexpected of him being such a gentle-minded rabbit, screamed at him.
"A RUNTY BODY NEVER STOPS ONE FROM BEING DARING! I AM A FATHER AND YOU SAY I WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE? YOU SPEND MOST OF YOUR DAYS GRIPING ABOUT THE GLORIOUS SUMMER DAYS, THE KITTENS FROLICKING AROUND THE WARREN AND THE BUTTERFLIES ON EVERY FLOWER YOU ARE ABOUT TO NIBBLE ON, WHILE I INFORM YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS AND HAVE BEEN THROUGH DEATH-DEFYING EXPERIENCES MANAGING TO ESCAPE OUT OF LUCK! WHO SENSED THE DESTRUCTION OF SANDLEFORD?! WHO SENSED THAT CAMPION AND WOUNDWORT WERE STILL ALIVE?! WHO SENSED YOU GETTING KILLED IN THE DESTRUCTION OF REDSTONE?! WHO SENSED THE CHALLENGES LEO HAD TO FACE TO UNLOCK THE POWER OF THE NECKLACE OF WISDOM?! WHO PROTECTED HIM FROM DARKLUNN?! WHO SURVIVED CHILLBLACK'S POSION?! WHO CONFRONTED GOOSEBERRY?! ME! FIVER THE RUNT! FIVER THE SEER! I ADMIT I HAD HELP THROUGH MOST OF THEM BUT WHAT MAKES UP FOR ALL OF THESE ORDEALS IS THE FACT THAT I HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DOE TO GRACE THIS PLANET AND FRITH HAD BLESSED US BOTH WITH THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BABY YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE! I AM NOT GETTING HIM BACK WITHOUT A FIGHT! MAYBE WITH HELP, MAYBE NOT, BUT BEING A FATHER, YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR A SLOG OF RESPONSIBILITIES! YOU MIGHT EXPERIENCE THAT YOURSELF ONE DAY, SO YOU'D BETTER WISE UP WITH YOUR WORDS BECAUSE I HAVE MORE INTELLIGENCE OF PARENTAGE THAN YOU EVER HAVE!"
We all stood at the whole scene; mouths open. This was the first time I had ever seen Fiver so angry.
Where did he get those lungs? I thought to myself.
He breathed heavily and got off Hawkbit who had seemed shaken by the sudden tell-off he had been given. I was pleased to see him shaking all over from Fiver's rant after many times of berating him, plus being smaller than Hawkbit but was still in shock.
"Let's get some rest then," said Hazel after a very long pause. "I'll take care of him."
As Hazel placed a paw on Fiver's shoulder, we hopped away.
Fiver clinged onto Hazel sobbing his heart out into his chest, the exact same way he did when he had doubts on having a doe due to being a runt.
"Shh, shh," comforted Hazel.
"I need to do this!" sobbed Fiver. "Runt or not! I need to brave my way into the dark for Chestnut's sake."
"I know, I know," said Hazel. "But I will help you because you are my brother. Remember that promise we made for each other? We will go together. I nearly lost you last time and I am going to stick with you for good to ensure that this does not happen again."
"It wasn't your fault, Hazel," sniffed Fiver still pressing his head into Hazel's chest. "Chillblack found her way into my mind and played everything up. But it was my fault also, I suffered silently from Gooseberry's bullying. If I had told him, you would have banished him and all would have been happy."
"I know, Fiver," said Hazel stroking his head.
"I didn't mean to say i had more intelligent of parentage," sobbed Fiver. "I know you have more intelligent but-"
"I understand, I understand," said Hazel who was drying his brother's tears with his ears. "You were angry."
"Also, I saw nothing about Larkspur being part of this. What she had - she had-"
"She wouldn't," said Hazel. "She's weak. We protect what we love. Chestnut will be alright when we find him.
"You're right," Fiver sniffed, trying to swallow some faith and confidence. "I will not rest until I feel Chestnut nibbling my ears and resting on top of me again."
"You are on dedicated father, little brother," said Hazel proudly.
"What was Father like? Did Mother tell you?"
Hazel looked a little pained. He looked as if he never wanted ask that type of question.
"Perhaps we should go outside for a bit," suggested Hazel.
They hopped outside the tree and rested against the trunk.
"Just so I feel easy telling it to you," added Hazel. "Because I never knew Father but from what Mother had told me, it's a really sad tale."
Fiver was ready to listen as Hazel began the tragic tale.
"Mother met father in a glade close to the hill where we were both born. Mother said it was the happiest day of her life for she knew that he was meant for her. Though I didn't get to see him in person, Mother said I had his body and when you were born, she said you had his eyes. She told me what a heroic rabbit he was; winning every fight to the death, helping the meek inhere the Earth and bravely fought his way though a lonely childhood, parents. Dark times around becoming each there's mate for there was a demon unseen by anyone but the victim it chose. Some sort of rabbit Mother believed it was. Mother was carrying me during the tragedy, this monster appeared and attacked her. Mother told me it had red blood eyes and a pointed buck tooth like a golden thorn. Father fought against him but it plunged his tooth straight into his heart. Mother watched in shock as it jumped for her but an owl caught it and brought it up into the air. It broke free from the owl and collapsed. Mother seemed to think the monster was dead and some humans shortly took it away. Nothing was heard from it since."
Fiver lay there in silence letting the magic heroic story of his father sync into his mind.
"You've got Father's courage," said Hazel. "Chestnut is lucky for it. Death might be immortal, but so is inheritance of one."
…..
"Don't cry, Silverweed," I comforted. "Please don't. We are all going to split together to find him."
"But it's horrible," sobbed Silverweed. "Poor little Chestnut out there all alone, taken by Larkspur. What if she does something to him? I never liked her. The way she spoke to me about children being unforgiven for sins. She spooked me well."
"Don't let it bother you, Silverweed," consoled Rosie giving a little kiss on the head. "We will find him."
Silverweed came into our burrow for comfort because it was just too much for him, he really loved the little baby. Silverweed was a very sweet rabbit, but had a very dark past. I had been told he had died to save the warren, but Fiver revived him with our share of something known as the Necklace of Wisdom, a trinket that will grant you what you want if you can unlock three souvenirs that come from the soul; Selflessness, Friendship and Love. I unlocked all three, the third with a lot of help from Fiver.
After a few more words to make him feel better, me and Rosie looked at each other.
"I'm sorry, Rosie."
"Sorry for what, Lolly?"
"With Darklunn, Chillblack and Gooseberry gone, I thought there was finally peace, but apparently not."
"There's no need to be sorry," said Rosie. "Really. Life has its ups and downs. Ever since you told me about this place last summer, that was all I had in my mind all year. All my life I had been on stage, falling down a rabbit hole into Wonderland, blown away to the Land of Oz, dancing with a frightening beast, married a man with six brothers, singing with a boy who was part of a different race and dying for the sake of an orphan boy. I love the stage with all my heart but I wanted more. I wanted adventure; I wanted somewhere new to experience. All those things I read from Roald Dahl, Enid Blyton, J.K. Rowling and Michael Morpurgo inspired me to find adventure and who should be my map to it but you, Leo Barning. I cannot thank you enough to help me find a way into what I want. Here I am, living in the dream I have wanted since I was thirteen. I see this darkness as a journey towards excitement despite the seriousness which I respect. But as I say, Leo; you granted my wish. You make your desires because you want them bad; not with the help of some Birthday cake, but a star can also lead to your desires."
She smiled and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss on the nose to which I returned the same.
At that moment, Fiver appeared.
"Leo?"
He had a look of shame about him.
"What's wrong, Fiver?" I asked.
"I-I'm sorry I screamed in front of you."
"He had it coming," I responded. "Hawkbit's not a father. Chestnut is really lucky to have you for one."
"I just had so much to let out. You don't know what a father's pain feels like."
"I don't," I agreed, "but I might one of these days. Just get some sleep now, Fiver. You need it."
"I'm glad you are my brother in this universe," smiled Fiver.
"That's better," I commented. "We're mores used to seeing you smile."
As Fiver hopped into his burrow, he saw Snowflake sobbing.
"Don't cry, Snowflake," said Fiver. "I will find him and bring him home, I promise."
He couldn't really promise it but he always tried to keep faith inside him.
"But where is he?" sobbed Snowflake. "Out there all alone with Larkspur. I never liked her, that creepy doe."
"Neither have I," Fiver confessed. "I always feel cold whenever I'm with her and Silverweed himself said the same thing in his experiences."
"I'm so ashamed to stay behind," said Snowflake who was finally drying her eyes. "I'm such a coward."
"You are not," said Fiver. "It's a brave thing to do, staying home and praying. You can also stay home so if he did find his way home. I want you to hide behind me always, Snowflake. I will protect you and Chestnut from any elil that crosses our path. Even if I had to face someone like Gooseberry again, I will fight him for you both. I love you and Chestnut with all my heart I will fight any battle for you both. Never call yourself a coward again because you are not. You even stood up to Gooseberry when you scratched him in the face. Never let yourself down to your achievements."
"I love you, Fiver."
"I love you too, Snowflake. Get some sleep now and you will rest your mind easily."
They both nuzzled and huddled together for the night as it lasted. A dark day it has been, losing Carnation and to lose Chestnut along with the further dark events, Fiver only hoped that no vision would come to his mind tonight. He felt that as long as he had no visions, then there is a good chance that Chestnut might be safe.
