PART FOUR
BANE
Chapter I
Celleste woke with a start, her breath coming in rapid, short gasps, near hyperventilation. It was early morning, and the moon had already finished its journey through the sky, leaving the forest in a hushed silence that seemed almost unnatural. She stared up at the bright stars overhead as she tried to slow her breathing down to normal. What did the entire thing mean, if anything at all?
Her dream, just short of a nightmare, had seemed like a jumbled mass of images and events that seemed to come from somewhere in her mind she knew not of. Someone was under fierce attack and near death. Not just anyone, though, someone she knew. The figures were vague shapes, but she could distinguish the two beasts that were fighting in the centre of the chaotic scene. Throughout the dream, she had been utterly horrified to watch, yet found herself unable to intervene. In the end, she was screaming silently at the one she knew as the final blow was about to be dealt but woke before she could see the outcome; though it was painfully obvious which one of the two beasts was to die. Glancing around the still camp, she quickly surrendered attempting to find sleep again. She spotted the sleeping forms of Elflein and Acer, which meant that Corbin was on watch. This was proven when she looked towards the low burning watchfire and saw the almost still form of the warrior mouse. The only visible sign that she was not looking at a statue came when he would breath out into the cold air, and a small cloud of chilled breath would hover for a brief second before vanishing into the air. Wanting to talk with someone, Celleste stood and walked over to the fire.
"It's not your watch. You should sleep while you can."
She sat down next to the mouse. "I'm not tired. I won't be able to sleep until tomorrow night."
Corbin turned his eyes skyward. "Tonight, you mean."
"Aye, I guess I do." She took a branch and stoked the fire. "You surprised me. Ever since you joined the group you've kept quiet."
"My mind is elsewhere, and demands my attention." Corbin turned his gaze to the fire and watched idly as Celleste stoked it with the branch.
Celleste gave a nod. "I can understand that full well. Your badger friend?"
Corbin gave her a slow nod. "Montel. We've been working together as a team since Starbane started his campaign in the north five seasons ago."
"Ghost will be able to do something for him, you'll see."
Corbin looked doubtful, and did not bother to hide it. "Be careful about creating false hopes for another. Things will happen when they do. Maybe Ghost is already dead." This drew a frightened stare from Celleste and Corbin focused on the fire to avoid it. "Of course, who knows, maybe he has found a way in without being found out and will be able to do something for Montel. Who knows? No beast is able to say with any degree of certainty what will happen tomorrow."
Celleste tried to hide the slight anger and distaste with Corbin's words though could see the truth in them.
"One should always hope, otherwise life is not worth living."
"Perhaps...perhaps...."
Celleste was about to strike up the conversation again, but one look at Corbin told her he had lapsed into a silent spell. With a soft 'excuse me', she left the watchfire and found a secluded place near a young tree. Looking again at the stars, she sighed and closed her eyes, recalling the images of the dream.
"Ghost, wherever you are, be careful."
The images became clearer as her imagination allowed the figures to come into focus. She stole back to the camp and took one of Acer's Javelin's, then slipped out silently into the forest.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered their way through the trees, activity in the Eagle Watch camp slowly began. Elflein was the first to rise and busied herself with making the breakfast. Acer followed fifteen minutes later, as the first scent of food drifted through the camp and to his nose. Corbin politely declined the breakfast, telling the others he would eat later. Elflein chided him a bit, then glanced around the camp.
"Where's Celleste?"
Acer frowned. "She was here last night, swear my last scone on it."
Corbin tried to recall where she had gone after he had spoken with her. "She woke up during my watch and we spent some time talking, but she left after a while. I assumed she had gone back to sleep."
Elflein frowned. "This ain't like her at all. Maybe she went for a walk, though. You never know with her."
Acer munched idly on a scone. "I agree. We should wait here an' see if th' gel shows up. If she's not here by lunchtime, though, I'll start looking for her." They all agreed to Acer's plan and waited in silence.
Chapter II
Starbane towered over the horde, which had prepared for its march. They had been placed by their leaders into proper rank, file, and groupings and were ready to move. The rat commander stood silently on the large boulder, his eyes scanning the faces that were staring forward into nothingness.
"We march today, to what will be our final camping grounds until these lands belong to us. To the west is a clearing large enough to support us, and has a natural defence. To the west is a cliff, and to the north, south, and east are ridges that offer prime lookout spots for our archers and guards. If all of you do as you are told, then we should arrive by noon and we will break for the rest of the day, though standard guard detail will be held." He jumped off the boulder and gave a nod to Warspite. It was time to march.
Starbane slowly patrolled the ranks as the horde started its march, a rapier drawn and held tightly in his paw as he either nodded in approval, or corrected one of the horde beast's poor form. He stopped when he saw the new ferret, who was travelling alongside Darkbane, Montel, and the badger's entourage of guards. He hooked the point of his rapier under the ferret's jaw and pulled him out of file.
"I've seen you before."
"Y'know us ferrets, sir. We all look th' same. Could be y'jus' saw some other beast who I remind ye of."
Starbane lowered the rapier and motioned for the ferret to continue marching, but he fell in step with him. "What's your name?"
The ferret looked sideways at the rat for a brief moment. "Krowe, sir."
"Krowe? Like the bird?"
Krowe shrugged. "Maybe, ask m'parents if y'see 'em. But they're up north."
Starbane stared at Krowe for what seemed like a minute before he gave a curt nod. "Alright then, Krowe. Keep up, and I'll see what you're capable of real soon. If you're good enough, you might even be an officer some day."
Ghost did not allow himself the liberty to relax as Starbane jogged to the head of the column. He had been careful not to let anything slip, nor to keep so much back that he looked like he was hiding something. Tedious was the best way to describe the game. The certainty that Starbane knew something always lingered, yet it was not an idea he could afford to play with if he wanted to survive.
"Starbane's an intimidatin' character, isn't he Krowe?"
Ghost glanced at Darkbane. "Quite. No wonder 'e's leadin' us. Good thing, too, I'd hate t' see anybeast that could keep 'im at bay."
Darkbane chuckled. "Of course...though maybe one day some beast will get the better of him."
Ghost gave the black rat a curious look. "'Ow did ye get t' know 'im?"
"He's my brother." Darkbane stared ahead silently for a moment. "He's not all that bad of a leader, but he enjoys letting me know where I stand," he growled. "And where I don't. That's why he puts me in charge of watchin' the prisoner, and the green troops of the horde, no offence, mate. From what I've seen in ye, you've got a skill."
"Thank ye. No offence taken." He looked backwards at the chained badger. "What's 'e gonna do with 'im?"
Darkbane gave Ghost a malicious grin. "Oh, Starbane will do what he wants to with that one. Believe me, he can be very creative."
Ghost shrugged the comment off. Superficially, he was undisturbed. On the inside, however, his thoughts shifted from simple reconnaissance to rescue. His previous dedication to getting the badger out now increased tenfold. "I'll bet I could be even more creative than Starbane."
Darkbane gave him a concerned look. "You would lose, but if you made the challenge he would accept, and you would get to do whatever it is you've thought up. Then, if he likes it, all's good and well. If not...well, just do a good job. You are new to the horde, so he will be lenient."
It was Ghost's turn to grin. "Ye don't think I could be creative?"
Darkbane shook his head. "You may be creative, but just not creative enough, mate. Be careful. Trying to outdo Starbane is like walkin' on air. You may say you can, but once the time for the trial comes, you die."
Chapter III
Celleste stopped to catch her breath. The thought that maybe she was rushing into something over her head came to mind once or twice already, but then she thought about her dream, and the urge to press on overcame all else. Silently, javelin in paw and short sword sheathed at her side, she continued through the forest. She knew her goal, and her mind was set on nothing short of success.
She came to a stop again, but this time to listen. All around her, the morning insects buzzed about, somewhere to the west a songbird trilled, and to the north-east she could make out what sounded to her like another bird. However, as she walked nearer, she could hear two voices chattering away. Gripping the javelin tighter, she crept towards the sound.
"I tell ye what, they not gonna get my land. Not no way I surrender."
"Yeah, I here ya. But if they can't get ya to surrender that patch of grass, they'll burn you out."
"I just fly, then. More than you can do."
Celleste followed the voices up to a branch over her head. A squirrelmaid was pointing a finger angrily at a grey and black lapwing.
"You take that back, ye lazy bird. Solution for everything is to just fly away."
The bird blinked its blood red eyes. "You watch. We fight. Lapwing fighter birds."
"Lapwing may be fighter birds, but no bird ever did good against a well trained archer."
"Excuse me,"
Celleste's voice seemed to echo in the sudden silence. Both Lapwing and squirrel glanced down, and on seeing an armed ferret, one produced a bow and notched an arrow while the other took to the air and vanished.
"What business do ye have here, vermin?" The squirrel drew the arrow back and took aim. "State it, then leave."
"Well, y'see, I don't mean any of you any harm. I'm looking for...well, another ferret friend of mine. It is rather urgent. Y'see, I'm with-"
"We don't care who vermin with." The Lapwing's cold voice cut her off and she whirled to face the bird. "Vermin is vermin. Vermin kill goodbeast and bird."
Celleste glanced at the razor sharp beak, and then the spurs in either wing, and dropped the javelin. "I'm not your typical vermin, and neither is the ferret I am looking for. If you'd just let me explain, I'll tell you everything you need and want to know."
"What say Lady Flynt? I say kill now." The Lapwing blinked again, but this time the gesture seemed to carry a cold menace in it.
"Leave her be, Gurren. I want to hear what she has to say."
Celleste glanced behind her. The squirrelmaid had come down the tree and was now standing on the ground, arrow drawn and aimed at her.
"Well, first off, my name is Celleste. I'm the sister of Elflein, the otter, adopted of course."
"Elflein, did ya say?" The squirrelmaid eased up on the drawstring and took a step forward.
"Aye, Elflein."
"Ha! Why didn't ye say so earlier? My name is Firestorm Flynt, it's a nickname of course, most just call me Lady Flynt. I knew Elflein's older brother, Orswal. I guess your brother too, then. I remember he told me about havin' an odd family." Lady Flynt gave the Lapwing a signal. "It's alright, Gurren, she's family of a friend. Celleste, this is Gurren, from the tribe of Lapwings in this area. Don't worry, unless you cross him, he'll leave you alone."
Celleste chuckled nervously Things had changed too swiftly for her to change with it. "Well, I guess you'll still want to know what I'm doing here."
"Oh, even more so now than before. Do tell, if it's alright."
"Well, you see, there's this ferret I know, Ghost. He formed a group called Eagle Watch. Right now we are
going to fight against Starbane and his horde."
Gurren hopped, agitated, and Celleste was frightened she had angered him somehow by mentioning the rat. "Starbane? How many have you in group?"
"Yeah, how many? A score? Two?"
Celleste lowered her head slightly. "No. We have four."
Flynt grinned. "Four score y'say? We'll wallop 'em if we get our strategy right."
"Not four score, four. Just plain four. Three since Ghost is gone."
Lady Flynt stared at the ferret with disbelief. "You are going against a horde, a highly trained one, with four beasts, and one of them is not here at the moment?"
Gurren flapped his wings and took to the air. "Silly ferret waste of time. I go to find other Lapwing. We plan good attack, you see." He vanished over the trees.
"We may be four, Lady Flynt, but we are skilled, and the group is doing well so far. Ghost is not vanished at the moment, he is working as a spy and has, if all has gone well, found a way to get into Starbane's horde undetected."
"No kiddin'. How come I ain't never heard of him?"
Celleste chuckled. "Believe me, you have, you just don't know it."
"Well, what's his name. If I hear of him or see him I'll let the fellah know you're lookin' for him."
"Ghost, by name and reputation. He's a good friend, and I'm a bit worried about him."
"How long's Ghost gonna be casin' the horde?"
Celleste shrugged. "As long as he sees fit."
Flynt nodded silently and seemed to focus on something elsewhere.
"So, when was the last time you saw Orswal?"
The squirrel thought a moment. "Long while back. I haven't see him for a couple of seasons now. Where did he wander off to?"
Celleste pointed eastward. "Towards Mossflower and that otter group over there at Camp Willowtree or something. I could never remember the name."
"Oh, I've heard about that. Led by some otter fellah named Skipper." Flynt again focused on something off in the distance. "Don't worry, he's in good company."
Celleste turned and tried to see what Flynt was so drawn to. "What are you looking at?"
Flynt pointed west. "Listen, over there. It sounds like there's somethin' movin'. Care to check it out with me?"
"Sure, why not."
"Besides," Flynt added. "With a horde in the lands, you can never be too careful. Some poor beast may be gettin' picked on." She scurried up a large tree. "Gurren! Circle your fighters, we got somethin' brewin' out west!"
A loud cry echoed back in response. Flynt came back down and gave Celleste a crooked grin. "Shall we?" She snatched up the bow and slung it over her shoulder.
Celleste did not have time to reply. The squirrel took off running at a fast pace. Overhead, she could hear the sound of the lapwings' war cry. Shrugging to herself, she took off after the squirrel. "Who knows," she thought aloud to herself. "Might find Ghost in all this."
Chapter IV
Acer slung the pack of javelins over his shoulder. "She's not back yet, an' I think that's enough to justify a search. Seein' 'ow we're a bit small anyways, I suggest strikin' th' camp an' movin' as a group. No sense cuttin' ourselves any smaller."
Corbin already had his longsword resting in its scabbard. "Good logic, Acer. I don't think we would have let you go alone anyway."
"Aye, that's my sis out there, an' I wanna find 'er." Elfein tested the yew of her bow. "If any o' those vermin harm a hair on her, I'll skin 'em alive."
"That's the spirit, ol' gel. Let's 'ave a little fun now, wot!" Acer took one of the javelins in paw and spun it. "Eagle Watch, let's move out." He took a few steps forward, then stopped, chuckling. "Poor Ghost, forms th' group an' I say that afore 'e gets ta. Ah well, move out!"
Acer's trained eyes were quick to pick up the old trail left by Celleste the night before. Following his lead, the three were soon on their way and positive they would find the runaway ferret by nightfall.
"Has she ever done this 'fore now?" Acer glanced back at Elflein after checking the ground for the trail. It was almost unnecessary, but Acer had been taught that no tracker could ever be too careful.
"No. She's ne'er felt th' urge to afore now. Somethin' must've seized 'er, though...my guess would be somethin' t' do with Ghost." The otter smiled half-heartedly. "I jus' 'ope she finds 'im an' not th' horde."
"Or that killer, Starbane."
Elflein glanced back at Corbin. "Oh, I'd almost done fergot 'bout 'im. No tellin' what 'e'd do if 'e found 'er. Ne'er trust that rat."
Acer came to a sudden halt and motioned the others to do so as well. Without a word, he started walking around on a seemingly random course. "She was 'ere, an' so were three...no, two others. A bird, looks like a gull or summat like that."
"A lapwing."
Acer glanced up at Elflein. "A lapwing? Well, that's a new'n fer m'records." He looked back at the ground.
"An' th' other was a squirrel, no doubt 'bout that."
Corbin glanced up at the trees. "Where are they now?"
"Hold up a minute, I'm checkin' that now." Acer followed Celleste's trail as it travelled about the ground, then finally to the north-west. "Got 'er. Northwest, as straight as th' bird flies. Th' ol' gel was probably followin' that lapwing an' squirrel." He gave a nod. "Let's get goin', no time t' waste."
The three continued onward in search of Celleste.
Chapter V
Ghost gazed at the setting sun as he rubbed his sore feet. The march had been longer than Starbane had predicted, but the area was, as the rat had said, a good strategic spot. All the same, Ghost was not used to the methods of an army when it came to marching, especially Starbane's. All day, no break, nor meals, and no drinks were passed out to the horde, which had made the march all that much more unbearable.
The prisoner had been anchored near the cliffs, making any rescue that much more difficult. Next to him, and faring far worse than he was, sat the exhausted bulk of Montel. The badger had been constantly picked and prodded by staves, spears, javelins, and swords throughout the day. It had been painful for Ghost to watch, and hard to remain silent. He wanted to speak with the badger and tell him there was something coming that would bring all of the cruel torture to an end, but no opportunity arose. Now, however, he found himself alone with the prisoner, and he decided to take the risk.
"Montel, listen to me," he whispered to the badger. The beast made no response. "I know Corbin."
The massive bulk shifted and two dark eyes locked on his own. "Speak."
"My name is Ghost, of Eagle Watch. We are going to get you out of here."
Two dark eyes bore into his own as the badger sat motionless for what seemed like an eternity. "Don't make me laugh, ferret." There was an odd glint, almost cold, in Montel's eyes. "I could easily kill you any day."
Ghost was about to protest when Darkbane appeared. "Don't listen t' 'im, Krowe. Nothin' more'n lies is all 'e'll tell ya."
Ghost stared at Montel, wondering if the badger had believed what he had said, or if the threat was an honest one. The badger showed no signs either way, his face a cool mask of indifferent neutrality and hostility towards his captors. The dark eyes stayed locked on Ghost's own for a moment longer, then turned away and resumed staring off into the distance.
"Darkbane, how goes the watch?"
Both rat and ferret turned to face Starbane.
"Starbane, th' watch goes well. Th' badger was givin' Krowe a hard time, though." Darkbane chuckled.
Starbane eyed Ghost curiously. 'I know you from somewhere, I swear I do." He walked over to the silent guard until the two were standing almost eye to eye.
Ghost remained calm in spite of the interrogating stare he was receiving. "Sir, y'asked me that'n afore. I already tol' ye, we ne'er met."
Starbane blinked once...twice...thrice, then turned to leave. "Darkbane, inform the prisoner that his execution is tomorrow."
Darkbane grinned cruelly at Ghost, then over his shoulder at Montel. "Y'hear that, badger?" He looked back at Ghost. "Believe me, Krowe, y'll ne'er see an execution more creative than one o' Starbane's."
Ghost forced a false grin. "I won't doubt that fer a second."
Chapter VI
Nightfall fell over the camp like a cloud, and with it came an odd hush and drowsiness that took all save a few captive in its hold. The few that stirred were spread out across the camp, none near enough to talk, yet not far away enough to not acknowledge one another's presence. Starbane was patrolling on one of the ledges when a sharp crack sent all of his senses on full alert. With a blinding flash he had his rapiers drawn and pointed towards the source of the sound. The robed figure tossed the twig to the ground.
"I told you I would return. Where is Ghost?"
Starbane sheathed his rapiers. "I have my best trackers searching for him as we speak."
"You lie!" Skullrag took a step forward. "I have watched this camp day and night, waiting for you to keep your word. Not once did I see a beast leave your army to search."
"I can assure you, we will find him and he will be yours."
"You will never find him, Starbane. If you stood the slightest chance of finding him, you would have done so already."
"How do you know that, assassin?" Starbane crossed his arms across his chest and stared coldly at the assassin.
"He is in your camp. You have spoken face to face with him already. You failed, Starbane."
Skullrag left the shocked rat where he was and strode towards the camp. Starbane looked around as if to make certain no other beast had heard the conversation and jogged after the assassin. He was soon walking in step with him.
"Listen to me, assassin, there is one that I have been leery of for the past two days. A ferret by the name of Krowe. He holds guard over the prisoner with my brother."
"That is the one I seek."
"Kill him discretely, then. Do not make yourself known to my troops."
"Never. Too many know too much already." Skullrag drew a dagger from beneath his robe and studied the blade. "A ghost will die tonight."
Flynt growled silently as she looked out across the camp. "A shame ol' Gurren 'ad to leave."
"Night never favours birds," Celleste said. She glanced behind them to make sure no beast was following.
"All clear."
"Listen, we're gonna find out as much as we can 'bout this 'ere horde. We are to their east now, you circle north, I'll go south. Remember all you see an' try not t' get killed."
"That last part didn't need to be said." Celleste gripped the hilt of her sheathed shortsword as she gave the squirrelmaid a nod. "But I guess it's a good piece of advice."
Lady Flynt grinned and vanished into the trees, cutting her way to the southern end of the camp, and leaving Celleste alone in the darkness.
She slowly crept in the shadows, making what seemed like the slowest progress ever made by any spy. As she came around a small grouping of trees, her gaze settled on two figures conversing on the outer fringe of the camp. She took a deep breath and made her way closer until she could make out that one was Starbane. The other, however, was hidden beneath a dark robe, preventing her from making any identification. She doubted she would have known who it was anyway. The two figures started walking back towards the camp, and Celleste followed, keeping a good distance back.
Ghost cracked an eye open to make sure that Darkbane was asleep before even bothering to stir. When he finally did, so did the badger. Ghost grinned; Montel had believed him after all.
"Good even' to you, Montel."
"As you, Ghost." The badger glanced around at the sleeping camp. "How are you going to do this?"
Ghost drew a dagger and walked over to one of the locks. In a few seconds, the tumblers clicked, and the picked lock fell to the ground. "Tools of the trade. Basic teaching, first season." He did the same to the rest of them until Montel was free.
The badger stood and stretched, rubbing the raw areas on his wrist where the shackles had been closed tight for so long. "Now, a weapon...." His eyes fell on the axe Darkbane had sitting nearby. He hefted the axe and checked its balance. "Not the best, but beggars can't be choosers."
Ghost gave a nod. "Good. Now, follow me and be quiet and follow me." The sudden sensation of a cold steel blade pressed against his throat stopped any further movement.
"Ghost, we meet again."
In a flash, Ghost knocked the blade aside and had his second dagger drawn. He whirled to face the robed figure. "I don't know who you are, but you killed a Salamandastron hare, and for that alone you deserve to die."
"Oh, I am astonished you know me not. After all those seasons, I would think you would remember old Maester."
Ghost growled. "I killed you once, I can do it again."
"As for you, stripedog, your execution date has been moved up. Now seems as fitting a time as any."
Montel glanced sideways at Starbane. "I would like to see you try, vermin."
Propelled by monstrous strength, the axe swung around in a wide, horizontal arc. It missed the rat by a hair, and Starbane was forced to retreat a few paces. Montel advanced slowly, keeping the battleaxe ready for another attack.
Ghost kept his eyes focused on Skullrag, waiting for the assassin to make the first strike. He failed to see it coming. With a swift flick of the wrist, Skullrag sent a hidden dagger flying at Ghost's gut. The blade struck home and the shock of the blow stunned Ghost for a few seconds. That was all Skullrag needed. The assassin charged and slashed Ghost across the face, knocking him to the ground.
Ghost blinked the effects away and found himself staring at the edge of the cliffs. He gripped the dagger in his gut, freed it, and rolled, swinging the blade at its owner. The dagger caught in the hem of the black robe and held long enough for Skullrag to kick it away. The assassin kicked again at the wound his dagger had inflicted, and Ghost doubled over in pain.
"You should never have betrayed me, Ghost. It only cost you your life."
The assassin suddenly pitched forward, thrown off balance by a blow from the flat of Montel's axe. The badger just as quickly turned and parried another attack from Starbane.
"Ghost, get up."
Ghost stared up at the badger, the pain from his wound holding him in a stupor that refused to release him.
"Ghost, get up!" Montel stopped a rapier in mid-flight with the handle of the axe and kicked out at Starbane, sending the commander falling back off balance.
Ghost sighed, almost giving into his defeat. He looked up at Montel, then the rising form of Starbane, and then beyond. Some beast was coming, but it was not from Starbane's horde. He knew who it was. As if in a dream, he started to rise.
A strong blow sent him falling backwards to the ground, but the ground was not there to catch him. He hovered for a moment, staring at the cold face of Skullrag, then dropped over the edge of the cliff into blackness.
Montel roared, waking all who had yet to be roused by the clash of steel against steel. He swung the axe in a wide arc, catching a stoat and weasel in their faces. Starbane started to advance again, twirling his rapiers almost playfully.
There was a hiss and an arrow planted itself in the commander's right foot.
"I hold no qualms against plantin' one in yer chest, fleabag!" The shout echoed over the horde's cries.
Celleste pushed her way through and ran to the cliff, staring down into blackness. "Ghost...." A crushing weight seemed to fall over her as she slowly drew the shortsword and stood to find the dark robed figure that had sent Ghost over the cliff.
"Come on, he's gone, the assassin is gone." Montel kept a wary eye on Starbane as he walked over to
Celleste, an instant, almost unexplainable trust in her forming. "Follow me out of here."
She growled at Starbane, and advanced on him, but the ringing of hundreds of swords ceased all forward movement.
"Save it for the final fight. You will do no good here, not yet at least."
Montel placed a paw on her shoulder and started walking out of the circle that had formed around them. Those that did not move out of their way at first were quickly persuaded by a swift swing of the axe. Celleste and Montel were soon running away from the camp.
Lady Flynt joined them a while later, wiping a stray tear from her eyes. She walked over to Celleste and patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"I saw what happened. I'm sorry."
Celleste kept quiet, but locked her reddened eyes on the squirrel. Montel and Flynt both gave a nod to each other and started walking ahead, leaving Celleste alone. Once the badger and squirrel were gone, she sank to her knees and sobbed openly into her paws. She continually told herself that nothing mattered now, and did not even jump as a paw clasped her tightly on the shoulder.
"Tell me all 'bout it, sis."
Celleste stood, turned, and ran into her sister's arms, accepting the warm embrace. "He's dead. Ghost is dead."
BANE
Chapter I
Celleste woke with a start, her breath coming in rapid, short gasps, near hyperventilation. It was early morning, and the moon had already finished its journey through the sky, leaving the forest in a hushed silence that seemed almost unnatural. She stared up at the bright stars overhead as she tried to slow her breathing down to normal. What did the entire thing mean, if anything at all?
Her dream, just short of a nightmare, had seemed like a jumbled mass of images and events that seemed to come from somewhere in her mind she knew not of. Someone was under fierce attack and near death. Not just anyone, though, someone she knew. The figures were vague shapes, but she could distinguish the two beasts that were fighting in the centre of the chaotic scene. Throughout the dream, she had been utterly horrified to watch, yet found herself unable to intervene. In the end, she was screaming silently at the one she knew as the final blow was about to be dealt but woke before she could see the outcome; though it was painfully obvious which one of the two beasts was to die. Glancing around the still camp, she quickly surrendered attempting to find sleep again. She spotted the sleeping forms of Elflein and Acer, which meant that Corbin was on watch. This was proven when she looked towards the low burning watchfire and saw the almost still form of the warrior mouse. The only visible sign that she was not looking at a statue came when he would breath out into the cold air, and a small cloud of chilled breath would hover for a brief second before vanishing into the air. Wanting to talk with someone, Celleste stood and walked over to the fire.
"It's not your watch. You should sleep while you can."
She sat down next to the mouse. "I'm not tired. I won't be able to sleep until tomorrow night."
Corbin turned his eyes skyward. "Tonight, you mean."
"Aye, I guess I do." She took a branch and stoked the fire. "You surprised me. Ever since you joined the group you've kept quiet."
"My mind is elsewhere, and demands my attention." Corbin turned his gaze to the fire and watched idly as Celleste stoked it with the branch.
Celleste gave a nod. "I can understand that full well. Your badger friend?"
Corbin gave her a slow nod. "Montel. We've been working together as a team since Starbane started his campaign in the north five seasons ago."
"Ghost will be able to do something for him, you'll see."
Corbin looked doubtful, and did not bother to hide it. "Be careful about creating false hopes for another. Things will happen when they do. Maybe Ghost is already dead." This drew a frightened stare from Celleste and Corbin focused on the fire to avoid it. "Of course, who knows, maybe he has found a way in without being found out and will be able to do something for Montel. Who knows? No beast is able to say with any degree of certainty what will happen tomorrow."
Celleste tried to hide the slight anger and distaste with Corbin's words though could see the truth in them.
"One should always hope, otherwise life is not worth living."
"Perhaps...perhaps...."
Celleste was about to strike up the conversation again, but one look at Corbin told her he had lapsed into a silent spell. With a soft 'excuse me', she left the watchfire and found a secluded place near a young tree. Looking again at the stars, she sighed and closed her eyes, recalling the images of the dream.
"Ghost, wherever you are, be careful."
The images became clearer as her imagination allowed the figures to come into focus. She stole back to the camp and took one of Acer's Javelin's, then slipped out silently into the forest.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered their way through the trees, activity in the Eagle Watch camp slowly began. Elflein was the first to rise and busied herself with making the breakfast. Acer followed fifteen minutes later, as the first scent of food drifted through the camp and to his nose. Corbin politely declined the breakfast, telling the others he would eat later. Elflein chided him a bit, then glanced around the camp.
"Where's Celleste?"
Acer frowned. "She was here last night, swear my last scone on it."
Corbin tried to recall where she had gone after he had spoken with her. "She woke up during my watch and we spent some time talking, but she left after a while. I assumed she had gone back to sleep."
Elflein frowned. "This ain't like her at all. Maybe she went for a walk, though. You never know with her."
Acer munched idly on a scone. "I agree. We should wait here an' see if th' gel shows up. If she's not here by lunchtime, though, I'll start looking for her." They all agreed to Acer's plan and waited in silence.
Chapter II
Starbane towered over the horde, which had prepared for its march. They had been placed by their leaders into proper rank, file, and groupings and were ready to move. The rat commander stood silently on the large boulder, his eyes scanning the faces that were staring forward into nothingness.
"We march today, to what will be our final camping grounds until these lands belong to us. To the west is a clearing large enough to support us, and has a natural defence. To the west is a cliff, and to the north, south, and east are ridges that offer prime lookout spots for our archers and guards. If all of you do as you are told, then we should arrive by noon and we will break for the rest of the day, though standard guard detail will be held." He jumped off the boulder and gave a nod to Warspite. It was time to march.
Starbane slowly patrolled the ranks as the horde started its march, a rapier drawn and held tightly in his paw as he either nodded in approval, or corrected one of the horde beast's poor form. He stopped when he saw the new ferret, who was travelling alongside Darkbane, Montel, and the badger's entourage of guards. He hooked the point of his rapier under the ferret's jaw and pulled him out of file.
"I've seen you before."
"Y'know us ferrets, sir. We all look th' same. Could be y'jus' saw some other beast who I remind ye of."
Starbane lowered the rapier and motioned for the ferret to continue marching, but he fell in step with him. "What's your name?"
The ferret looked sideways at the rat for a brief moment. "Krowe, sir."
"Krowe? Like the bird?"
Krowe shrugged. "Maybe, ask m'parents if y'see 'em. But they're up north."
Starbane stared at Krowe for what seemed like a minute before he gave a curt nod. "Alright then, Krowe. Keep up, and I'll see what you're capable of real soon. If you're good enough, you might even be an officer some day."
Ghost did not allow himself the liberty to relax as Starbane jogged to the head of the column. He had been careful not to let anything slip, nor to keep so much back that he looked like he was hiding something. Tedious was the best way to describe the game. The certainty that Starbane knew something always lingered, yet it was not an idea he could afford to play with if he wanted to survive.
"Starbane's an intimidatin' character, isn't he Krowe?"
Ghost glanced at Darkbane. "Quite. No wonder 'e's leadin' us. Good thing, too, I'd hate t' see anybeast that could keep 'im at bay."
Darkbane chuckled. "Of course...though maybe one day some beast will get the better of him."
Ghost gave the black rat a curious look. "'Ow did ye get t' know 'im?"
"He's my brother." Darkbane stared ahead silently for a moment. "He's not all that bad of a leader, but he enjoys letting me know where I stand," he growled. "And where I don't. That's why he puts me in charge of watchin' the prisoner, and the green troops of the horde, no offence, mate. From what I've seen in ye, you've got a skill."
"Thank ye. No offence taken." He looked backwards at the chained badger. "What's 'e gonna do with 'im?"
Darkbane gave Ghost a malicious grin. "Oh, Starbane will do what he wants to with that one. Believe me, he can be very creative."
Ghost shrugged the comment off. Superficially, he was undisturbed. On the inside, however, his thoughts shifted from simple reconnaissance to rescue. His previous dedication to getting the badger out now increased tenfold. "I'll bet I could be even more creative than Starbane."
Darkbane gave him a concerned look. "You would lose, but if you made the challenge he would accept, and you would get to do whatever it is you've thought up. Then, if he likes it, all's good and well. If not...well, just do a good job. You are new to the horde, so he will be lenient."
It was Ghost's turn to grin. "Ye don't think I could be creative?"
Darkbane shook his head. "You may be creative, but just not creative enough, mate. Be careful. Trying to outdo Starbane is like walkin' on air. You may say you can, but once the time for the trial comes, you die."
Chapter III
Celleste stopped to catch her breath. The thought that maybe she was rushing into something over her head came to mind once or twice already, but then she thought about her dream, and the urge to press on overcame all else. Silently, javelin in paw and short sword sheathed at her side, she continued through the forest. She knew her goal, and her mind was set on nothing short of success.
She came to a stop again, but this time to listen. All around her, the morning insects buzzed about, somewhere to the west a songbird trilled, and to the north-east she could make out what sounded to her like another bird. However, as she walked nearer, she could hear two voices chattering away. Gripping the javelin tighter, she crept towards the sound.
"I tell ye what, they not gonna get my land. Not no way I surrender."
"Yeah, I here ya. But if they can't get ya to surrender that patch of grass, they'll burn you out."
"I just fly, then. More than you can do."
Celleste followed the voices up to a branch over her head. A squirrelmaid was pointing a finger angrily at a grey and black lapwing.
"You take that back, ye lazy bird. Solution for everything is to just fly away."
The bird blinked its blood red eyes. "You watch. We fight. Lapwing fighter birds."
"Lapwing may be fighter birds, but no bird ever did good against a well trained archer."
"Excuse me,"
Celleste's voice seemed to echo in the sudden silence. Both Lapwing and squirrel glanced down, and on seeing an armed ferret, one produced a bow and notched an arrow while the other took to the air and vanished.
"What business do ye have here, vermin?" The squirrel drew the arrow back and took aim. "State it, then leave."
"Well, y'see, I don't mean any of you any harm. I'm looking for...well, another ferret friend of mine. It is rather urgent. Y'see, I'm with-"
"We don't care who vermin with." The Lapwing's cold voice cut her off and she whirled to face the bird. "Vermin is vermin. Vermin kill goodbeast and bird."
Celleste glanced at the razor sharp beak, and then the spurs in either wing, and dropped the javelin. "I'm not your typical vermin, and neither is the ferret I am looking for. If you'd just let me explain, I'll tell you everything you need and want to know."
"What say Lady Flynt? I say kill now." The Lapwing blinked again, but this time the gesture seemed to carry a cold menace in it.
"Leave her be, Gurren. I want to hear what she has to say."
Celleste glanced behind her. The squirrelmaid had come down the tree and was now standing on the ground, arrow drawn and aimed at her.
"Well, first off, my name is Celleste. I'm the sister of Elflein, the otter, adopted of course."
"Elflein, did ya say?" The squirrelmaid eased up on the drawstring and took a step forward.
"Aye, Elflein."
"Ha! Why didn't ye say so earlier? My name is Firestorm Flynt, it's a nickname of course, most just call me Lady Flynt. I knew Elflein's older brother, Orswal. I guess your brother too, then. I remember he told me about havin' an odd family." Lady Flynt gave the Lapwing a signal. "It's alright, Gurren, she's family of a friend. Celleste, this is Gurren, from the tribe of Lapwings in this area. Don't worry, unless you cross him, he'll leave you alone."
Celleste chuckled nervously Things had changed too swiftly for her to change with it. "Well, I guess you'll still want to know what I'm doing here."
"Oh, even more so now than before. Do tell, if it's alright."
"Well, you see, there's this ferret I know, Ghost. He formed a group called Eagle Watch. Right now we are
going to fight against Starbane and his horde."
Gurren hopped, agitated, and Celleste was frightened she had angered him somehow by mentioning the rat. "Starbane? How many have you in group?"
"Yeah, how many? A score? Two?"
Celleste lowered her head slightly. "No. We have four."
Flynt grinned. "Four score y'say? We'll wallop 'em if we get our strategy right."
"Not four score, four. Just plain four. Three since Ghost is gone."
Lady Flynt stared at the ferret with disbelief. "You are going against a horde, a highly trained one, with four beasts, and one of them is not here at the moment?"
Gurren flapped his wings and took to the air. "Silly ferret waste of time. I go to find other Lapwing. We plan good attack, you see." He vanished over the trees.
"We may be four, Lady Flynt, but we are skilled, and the group is doing well so far. Ghost is not vanished at the moment, he is working as a spy and has, if all has gone well, found a way to get into Starbane's horde undetected."
"No kiddin'. How come I ain't never heard of him?"
Celleste chuckled. "Believe me, you have, you just don't know it."
"Well, what's his name. If I hear of him or see him I'll let the fellah know you're lookin' for him."
"Ghost, by name and reputation. He's a good friend, and I'm a bit worried about him."
"How long's Ghost gonna be casin' the horde?"
Celleste shrugged. "As long as he sees fit."
Flynt nodded silently and seemed to focus on something elsewhere.
"So, when was the last time you saw Orswal?"
The squirrel thought a moment. "Long while back. I haven't see him for a couple of seasons now. Where did he wander off to?"
Celleste pointed eastward. "Towards Mossflower and that otter group over there at Camp Willowtree or something. I could never remember the name."
"Oh, I've heard about that. Led by some otter fellah named Skipper." Flynt again focused on something off in the distance. "Don't worry, he's in good company."
Celleste turned and tried to see what Flynt was so drawn to. "What are you looking at?"
Flynt pointed west. "Listen, over there. It sounds like there's somethin' movin'. Care to check it out with me?"
"Sure, why not."
"Besides," Flynt added. "With a horde in the lands, you can never be too careful. Some poor beast may be gettin' picked on." She scurried up a large tree. "Gurren! Circle your fighters, we got somethin' brewin' out west!"
A loud cry echoed back in response. Flynt came back down and gave Celleste a crooked grin. "Shall we?" She snatched up the bow and slung it over her shoulder.
Celleste did not have time to reply. The squirrel took off running at a fast pace. Overhead, she could hear the sound of the lapwings' war cry. Shrugging to herself, she took off after the squirrel. "Who knows," she thought aloud to herself. "Might find Ghost in all this."
Chapter IV
Acer slung the pack of javelins over his shoulder. "She's not back yet, an' I think that's enough to justify a search. Seein' 'ow we're a bit small anyways, I suggest strikin' th' camp an' movin' as a group. No sense cuttin' ourselves any smaller."
Corbin already had his longsword resting in its scabbard. "Good logic, Acer. I don't think we would have let you go alone anyway."
"Aye, that's my sis out there, an' I wanna find 'er." Elfein tested the yew of her bow. "If any o' those vermin harm a hair on her, I'll skin 'em alive."
"That's the spirit, ol' gel. Let's 'ave a little fun now, wot!" Acer took one of the javelins in paw and spun it. "Eagle Watch, let's move out." He took a few steps forward, then stopped, chuckling. "Poor Ghost, forms th' group an' I say that afore 'e gets ta. Ah well, move out!"
Acer's trained eyes were quick to pick up the old trail left by Celleste the night before. Following his lead, the three were soon on their way and positive they would find the runaway ferret by nightfall.
"Has she ever done this 'fore now?" Acer glanced back at Elflein after checking the ground for the trail. It was almost unnecessary, but Acer had been taught that no tracker could ever be too careful.
"No. She's ne'er felt th' urge to afore now. Somethin' must've seized 'er, though...my guess would be somethin' t' do with Ghost." The otter smiled half-heartedly. "I jus' 'ope she finds 'im an' not th' horde."
"Or that killer, Starbane."
Elflein glanced back at Corbin. "Oh, I'd almost done fergot 'bout 'im. No tellin' what 'e'd do if 'e found 'er. Ne'er trust that rat."
Acer came to a sudden halt and motioned the others to do so as well. Without a word, he started walking around on a seemingly random course. "She was 'ere, an' so were three...no, two others. A bird, looks like a gull or summat like that."
"A lapwing."
Acer glanced up at Elflein. "A lapwing? Well, that's a new'n fer m'records." He looked back at the ground.
"An' th' other was a squirrel, no doubt 'bout that."
Corbin glanced up at the trees. "Where are they now?"
"Hold up a minute, I'm checkin' that now." Acer followed Celleste's trail as it travelled about the ground, then finally to the north-west. "Got 'er. Northwest, as straight as th' bird flies. Th' ol' gel was probably followin' that lapwing an' squirrel." He gave a nod. "Let's get goin', no time t' waste."
The three continued onward in search of Celleste.
Chapter V
Ghost gazed at the setting sun as he rubbed his sore feet. The march had been longer than Starbane had predicted, but the area was, as the rat had said, a good strategic spot. All the same, Ghost was not used to the methods of an army when it came to marching, especially Starbane's. All day, no break, nor meals, and no drinks were passed out to the horde, which had made the march all that much more unbearable.
The prisoner had been anchored near the cliffs, making any rescue that much more difficult. Next to him, and faring far worse than he was, sat the exhausted bulk of Montel. The badger had been constantly picked and prodded by staves, spears, javelins, and swords throughout the day. It had been painful for Ghost to watch, and hard to remain silent. He wanted to speak with the badger and tell him there was something coming that would bring all of the cruel torture to an end, but no opportunity arose. Now, however, he found himself alone with the prisoner, and he decided to take the risk.
"Montel, listen to me," he whispered to the badger. The beast made no response. "I know Corbin."
The massive bulk shifted and two dark eyes locked on his own. "Speak."
"My name is Ghost, of Eagle Watch. We are going to get you out of here."
Two dark eyes bore into his own as the badger sat motionless for what seemed like an eternity. "Don't make me laugh, ferret." There was an odd glint, almost cold, in Montel's eyes. "I could easily kill you any day."
Ghost was about to protest when Darkbane appeared. "Don't listen t' 'im, Krowe. Nothin' more'n lies is all 'e'll tell ya."
Ghost stared at Montel, wondering if the badger had believed what he had said, or if the threat was an honest one. The badger showed no signs either way, his face a cool mask of indifferent neutrality and hostility towards his captors. The dark eyes stayed locked on Ghost's own for a moment longer, then turned away and resumed staring off into the distance.
"Darkbane, how goes the watch?"
Both rat and ferret turned to face Starbane.
"Starbane, th' watch goes well. Th' badger was givin' Krowe a hard time, though." Darkbane chuckled.
Starbane eyed Ghost curiously. 'I know you from somewhere, I swear I do." He walked over to the silent guard until the two were standing almost eye to eye.
Ghost remained calm in spite of the interrogating stare he was receiving. "Sir, y'asked me that'n afore. I already tol' ye, we ne'er met."
Starbane blinked once...twice...thrice, then turned to leave. "Darkbane, inform the prisoner that his execution is tomorrow."
Darkbane grinned cruelly at Ghost, then over his shoulder at Montel. "Y'hear that, badger?" He looked back at Ghost. "Believe me, Krowe, y'll ne'er see an execution more creative than one o' Starbane's."
Ghost forced a false grin. "I won't doubt that fer a second."
Chapter VI
Nightfall fell over the camp like a cloud, and with it came an odd hush and drowsiness that took all save a few captive in its hold. The few that stirred were spread out across the camp, none near enough to talk, yet not far away enough to not acknowledge one another's presence. Starbane was patrolling on one of the ledges when a sharp crack sent all of his senses on full alert. With a blinding flash he had his rapiers drawn and pointed towards the source of the sound. The robed figure tossed the twig to the ground.
"I told you I would return. Where is Ghost?"
Starbane sheathed his rapiers. "I have my best trackers searching for him as we speak."
"You lie!" Skullrag took a step forward. "I have watched this camp day and night, waiting for you to keep your word. Not once did I see a beast leave your army to search."
"I can assure you, we will find him and he will be yours."
"You will never find him, Starbane. If you stood the slightest chance of finding him, you would have done so already."
"How do you know that, assassin?" Starbane crossed his arms across his chest and stared coldly at the assassin.
"He is in your camp. You have spoken face to face with him already. You failed, Starbane."
Skullrag left the shocked rat where he was and strode towards the camp. Starbane looked around as if to make certain no other beast had heard the conversation and jogged after the assassin. He was soon walking in step with him.
"Listen to me, assassin, there is one that I have been leery of for the past two days. A ferret by the name of Krowe. He holds guard over the prisoner with my brother."
"That is the one I seek."
"Kill him discretely, then. Do not make yourself known to my troops."
"Never. Too many know too much already." Skullrag drew a dagger from beneath his robe and studied the blade. "A ghost will die tonight."
Flynt growled silently as she looked out across the camp. "A shame ol' Gurren 'ad to leave."
"Night never favours birds," Celleste said. She glanced behind them to make sure no beast was following.
"All clear."
"Listen, we're gonna find out as much as we can 'bout this 'ere horde. We are to their east now, you circle north, I'll go south. Remember all you see an' try not t' get killed."
"That last part didn't need to be said." Celleste gripped the hilt of her sheathed shortsword as she gave the squirrelmaid a nod. "But I guess it's a good piece of advice."
Lady Flynt grinned and vanished into the trees, cutting her way to the southern end of the camp, and leaving Celleste alone in the darkness.
She slowly crept in the shadows, making what seemed like the slowest progress ever made by any spy. As she came around a small grouping of trees, her gaze settled on two figures conversing on the outer fringe of the camp. She took a deep breath and made her way closer until she could make out that one was Starbane. The other, however, was hidden beneath a dark robe, preventing her from making any identification. She doubted she would have known who it was anyway. The two figures started walking back towards the camp, and Celleste followed, keeping a good distance back.
Ghost cracked an eye open to make sure that Darkbane was asleep before even bothering to stir. When he finally did, so did the badger. Ghost grinned; Montel had believed him after all.
"Good even' to you, Montel."
"As you, Ghost." The badger glanced around at the sleeping camp. "How are you going to do this?"
Ghost drew a dagger and walked over to one of the locks. In a few seconds, the tumblers clicked, and the picked lock fell to the ground. "Tools of the trade. Basic teaching, first season." He did the same to the rest of them until Montel was free.
The badger stood and stretched, rubbing the raw areas on his wrist where the shackles had been closed tight for so long. "Now, a weapon...." His eyes fell on the axe Darkbane had sitting nearby. He hefted the axe and checked its balance. "Not the best, but beggars can't be choosers."
Ghost gave a nod. "Good. Now, follow me and be quiet and follow me." The sudden sensation of a cold steel blade pressed against his throat stopped any further movement.
"Ghost, we meet again."
In a flash, Ghost knocked the blade aside and had his second dagger drawn. He whirled to face the robed figure. "I don't know who you are, but you killed a Salamandastron hare, and for that alone you deserve to die."
"Oh, I am astonished you know me not. After all those seasons, I would think you would remember old Maester."
Ghost growled. "I killed you once, I can do it again."
"As for you, stripedog, your execution date has been moved up. Now seems as fitting a time as any."
Montel glanced sideways at Starbane. "I would like to see you try, vermin."
Propelled by monstrous strength, the axe swung around in a wide, horizontal arc. It missed the rat by a hair, and Starbane was forced to retreat a few paces. Montel advanced slowly, keeping the battleaxe ready for another attack.
Ghost kept his eyes focused on Skullrag, waiting for the assassin to make the first strike. He failed to see it coming. With a swift flick of the wrist, Skullrag sent a hidden dagger flying at Ghost's gut. The blade struck home and the shock of the blow stunned Ghost for a few seconds. That was all Skullrag needed. The assassin charged and slashed Ghost across the face, knocking him to the ground.
Ghost blinked the effects away and found himself staring at the edge of the cliffs. He gripped the dagger in his gut, freed it, and rolled, swinging the blade at its owner. The dagger caught in the hem of the black robe and held long enough for Skullrag to kick it away. The assassin kicked again at the wound his dagger had inflicted, and Ghost doubled over in pain.
"You should never have betrayed me, Ghost. It only cost you your life."
The assassin suddenly pitched forward, thrown off balance by a blow from the flat of Montel's axe. The badger just as quickly turned and parried another attack from Starbane.
"Ghost, get up."
Ghost stared up at the badger, the pain from his wound holding him in a stupor that refused to release him.
"Ghost, get up!" Montel stopped a rapier in mid-flight with the handle of the axe and kicked out at Starbane, sending the commander falling back off balance.
Ghost sighed, almost giving into his defeat. He looked up at Montel, then the rising form of Starbane, and then beyond. Some beast was coming, but it was not from Starbane's horde. He knew who it was. As if in a dream, he started to rise.
A strong blow sent him falling backwards to the ground, but the ground was not there to catch him. He hovered for a moment, staring at the cold face of Skullrag, then dropped over the edge of the cliff into blackness.
Montel roared, waking all who had yet to be roused by the clash of steel against steel. He swung the axe in a wide arc, catching a stoat and weasel in their faces. Starbane started to advance again, twirling his rapiers almost playfully.
There was a hiss and an arrow planted itself in the commander's right foot.
"I hold no qualms against plantin' one in yer chest, fleabag!" The shout echoed over the horde's cries.
Celleste pushed her way through and ran to the cliff, staring down into blackness. "Ghost...." A crushing weight seemed to fall over her as she slowly drew the shortsword and stood to find the dark robed figure that had sent Ghost over the cliff.
"Come on, he's gone, the assassin is gone." Montel kept a wary eye on Starbane as he walked over to
Celleste, an instant, almost unexplainable trust in her forming. "Follow me out of here."
She growled at Starbane, and advanced on him, but the ringing of hundreds of swords ceased all forward movement.
"Save it for the final fight. You will do no good here, not yet at least."
Montel placed a paw on her shoulder and started walking out of the circle that had formed around them. Those that did not move out of their way at first were quickly persuaded by a swift swing of the axe. Celleste and Montel were soon running away from the camp.
Lady Flynt joined them a while later, wiping a stray tear from her eyes. She walked over to Celleste and patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"I saw what happened. I'm sorry."
Celleste kept quiet, but locked her reddened eyes on the squirrel. Montel and Flynt both gave a nod to each other and started walking ahead, leaving Celleste alone. Once the badger and squirrel were gone, she sank to her knees and sobbed openly into her paws. She continually told herself that nothing mattered now, and did not even jump as a paw clasped her tightly on the shoulder.
"Tell me all 'bout it, sis."
Celleste stood, turned, and ran into her sister's arms, accepting the warm embrace. "He's dead. Ghost is dead."