The Dark Badger
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^_^ Is change of scene.
Prologue
"Run yer slackers!" The Ferret chief Kantos sprinted through the chattering grass, with dejected vermin following after him. Kantos was not as strong, or battle hardened as most vermin, and even some from his own horde could out-power him. However, there was one distinguishing feature which separated him from other vermin: he was smart.
Wiping a tear from his sharp eye, he glanced at his powerhouse, Chronos. Being the very strongest and battle-apt of the whole horde, he was carrying his new joy. After raiding two old badgers' homes, he stole their babe: not given a name, as he was only a day old, he now had a name; Nightscar! He knew the Salamandastron hares would be in close pursuit, so he put an extra spurt on his already speedy pace. Nothing, or nobody would change his good luck now! All would bow down and tremble in fear at the mention of his name!
Kantos the Tactful! Ruler of the world!
Chapter One
Moaning pitifully, he struggled through the layers of doom and nightmares. He pushed forward: soon he would be… free… minutes seemed to stretch into hours… and then a mouse wearing armour blocked the exit from his delusions. Raising his brilliant sword, he slashed it down, onto his shoulder…
Waking up with a start, Kantos shook all memories of his nightmare from him when he saw Nightscar practising with his vicious sword, eyes half closed in fierce concentration, the blade a brilliant spin of death… "Kantossssssssss!" Yelling the tribe warcry, he slashed a tree, causing it to explode in a rain of splinters. Sheathing the vicious blade, he turned his face towards Kantos, as if acknowledging his presence for the first time since he started training, "Lord, I see yer are troubled, are yer not?" Kantos energetically bounded down the plain stone steps, landing nimbly be his side. He loved Nightscar more then anything in the world, after raising him from a babe. They had build a fortress in Mossflower country, called Fort Darkmoon. Together they were invincible, trusting each other perfectly. Nightscar's green eyes flicked backwards and forwards, as if expecting something terrible to happen.
"I saw the mouse again! I wish he would leave me alone: why must we get visited by such a stupid creature? I wish I could shed his blood!" Nightscar told him the same thing he had told him before. "Lord, many warlords have seen him. King Mokkan, last of the Marlfoxes, Gabool the Wild: everyone knows them," Before Kantos could ask another enquiry, Nightscar continued, with a confidence Kantos did not feel, "Lord, you must not let it worry you! These warlords perished because they were scared! Disturbed by such an absurd idea! Lord, take it from me! Dreams cannot harm you, only reality can. So why worry about such meaningless events?!"
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A young squirrel bounded down the elm tree as if it was a foot tall: in fact, it was twoscore that number! "Fwirl, come over here!" Skipping nimbly, the lithe squirrelmaid ran up the red sandstone steps as if they weren't there. Rosabel, her mother, was waiting, tapping her foot impatiently. "What would Grandma say if she saw you doing dangerous stunts like that?" Fwirl was named after her grandmother, who was the wife of Broggle.* "She was like that in the old days, too, ma! You were too!" Taken aback by this answer, she was at a loss for words. They walked to the gatehouse briskly. Standing like a sentinel, it was a popular place for young and old alike to gather. Upon reaching the gatehouse, a worn-out mole from Mossflower Woods was standing there. "What are you here for?" Rosabel asked, with an expression of curiosity stamped on her pretty face. The mole turned around slowly and, not attempting to hide the fear in his voice, asked, "Where is your leader? I..I must talk to her – it's urgent news!" Gasping in shock, Fwirl skipped off to find Abbess Trimp.
Notes:
* Fwirl & Broggle were off The Taggerung. Rosabel was their daughter. Fwirl is Rosabel's daughter, named after Rosabel's mother, Fwirl.
© Tamerultima 2002-2003, Tamerultima@Hotmail.com.
______________
^_^ Is change of scene.
Prologue
"Run yer slackers!" The Ferret chief Kantos sprinted through the chattering grass, with dejected vermin following after him. Kantos was not as strong, or battle hardened as most vermin, and even some from his own horde could out-power him. However, there was one distinguishing feature which separated him from other vermin: he was smart.
Wiping a tear from his sharp eye, he glanced at his powerhouse, Chronos. Being the very strongest and battle-apt of the whole horde, he was carrying his new joy. After raiding two old badgers' homes, he stole their babe: not given a name, as he was only a day old, he now had a name; Nightscar! He knew the Salamandastron hares would be in close pursuit, so he put an extra spurt on his already speedy pace. Nothing, or nobody would change his good luck now! All would bow down and tremble in fear at the mention of his name!
Kantos the Tactful! Ruler of the world!
Chapter One
Moaning pitifully, he struggled through the layers of doom and nightmares. He pushed forward: soon he would be… free… minutes seemed to stretch into hours… and then a mouse wearing armour blocked the exit from his delusions. Raising his brilliant sword, he slashed it down, onto his shoulder…
Waking up with a start, Kantos shook all memories of his nightmare from him when he saw Nightscar practising with his vicious sword, eyes half closed in fierce concentration, the blade a brilliant spin of death… "Kantossssssssss!" Yelling the tribe warcry, he slashed a tree, causing it to explode in a rain of splinters. Sheathing the vicious blade, he turned his face towards Kantos, as if acknowledging his presence for the first time since he started training, "Lord, I see yer are troubled, are yer not?" Kantos energetically bounded down the plain stone steps, landing nimbly be his side. He loved Nightscar more then anything in the world, after raising him from a babe. They had build a fortress in Mossflower country, called Fort Darkmoon. Together they were invincible, trusting each other perfectly. Nightscar's green eyes flicked backwards and forwards, as if expecting something terrible to happen.
"I saw the mouse again! I wish he would leave me alone: why must we get visited by such a stupid creature? I wish I could shed his blood!" Nightscar told him the same thing he had told him before. "Lord, many warlords have seen him. King Mokkan, last of the Marlfoxes, Gabool the Wild: everyone knows them," Before Kantos could ask another enquiry, Nightscar continued, with a confidence Kantos did not feel, "Lord, you must not let it worry you! These warlords perished because they were scared! Disturbed by such an absurd idea! Lord, take it from me! Dreams cannot harm you, only reality can. So why worry about such meaningless events?!"
^_^
A young squirrel bounded down the elm tree as if it was a foot tall: in fact, it was twoscore that number! "Fwirl, come over here!" Skipping nimbly, the lithe squirrelmaid ran up the red sandstone steps as if they weren't there. Rosabel, her mother, was waiting, tapping her foot impatiently. "What would Grandma say if she saw you doing dangerous stunts like that?" Fwirl was named after her grandmother, who was the wife of Broggle.* "She was like that in the old days, too, ma! You were too!" Taken aback by this answer, she was at a loss for words. They walked to the gatehouse briskly. Standing like a sentinel, it was a popular place for young and old alike to gather. Upon reaching the gatehouse, a worn-out mole from Mossflower Woods was standing there. "What are you here for?" Rosabel asked, with an expression of curiosity stamped on her pretty face. The mole turned around slowly and, not attempting to hide the fear in his voice, asked, "Where is your leader? I..I must talk to her – it's urgent news!" Gasping in shock, Fwirl skipped off to find Abbess Trimp.
Notes:
* Fwirl & Broggle were off The Taggerung. Rosabel was their daughter. Fwirl is Rosabel's daughter, named after Rosabel's mother, Fwirl.
© Tamerultima 2002-2003, Tamerultima@Hotmail.com.