The Dark Badger
Chapter 3
Clash! The two goblets clashed together of Chronos, and his chief rat, Bargud. They were overjoyed at their victory of taking over Salamandastron, and Bargud's voice dripped with satisfaction as he motioned one of his rats to come closer, "Change the flag! Salamandastron is no more! Organise a celebration!" Before he could hurry out of the door with his wonderful message, Chronos asked him a question. A question… about Kantos: his strengths, weaknesses… and… whether he could defend the mountain. The rat, named Sharpgut had been with Kantos since his birth, and with promises of becoming a captain, the power-hungry rat told all. Chronos and Bargud smiled with satisfaction. The plan was laid.
^_^
He tried desperately to struggle free from the chains of nightmares that hounded him. Again, the mouse warrior appeared, and brought his sword down to his shoulder. But this time, he did not wake up at this moment: not even with the trickle of sweat which flowed like an escaping river into his eyes. And then two badgers appeared, in a mist of memories, and they and the mouse warrior called, "Hail! Kantos the Tactful!" And before they could continue, Kantos woke up with a start. "Nightscar." He was recalling the day the tribe slew the two old badgers. "I..I didn't kill them?!" Shaking the drops of perspiration from him, one trickled to the ground, and dashed as if pursued by hellhounds out of the tent. He called Nightscar over to him. She came with obvious disapproval, "Lord. We shouldn't have fought them – you, me and four searats is all left. We are in danger, Lord." Kantos spat on the ground contemptuously, "After I take over this Redwall place, many soldiers will come to my side! With three fortresses, if Chronos succeeds, we'll drench this accursed forest with the blood of those cats!" Nightscar spat on his paw, and put it upon his. "Lord, I am with you all the way! Death to all enemies!" All that could be heard from outside Fort Darkmoon was the warcry, "Kantossssssssss!!!"
^_^
Striding briskly in front, General Lance, one of the Five Generals of Terracat called Lady Silvablade to his side, "Did yonder troops learn thy lesson, good sister?" Silvablade cleared her throat, "Aye, good brother, aye." Lance then paused, and turned.
"Any casualties?" She matched his stare, two pairs of icy, evil eyes staring at each other in malicious kinship. "None." Laughing with a gurgling sword, Maceax jumped inbetween them.
"Lady Twinestab and Lord Omniblade coming in from scouting, good siblings." They had all adopted the fancy speech from their father, whom they slew at not nearly a season old, "Siblings, there is a red building over yonder." Lord Omniblade was the oldest of the five Siblings, so he was in charge. His red cape flapping like some curtain of death. "So, if we may take it…" Lady Twinestab murmured, "Then we could command innocent creatures!" Sneering like some primeval, grotesque creature, she howled with obvious delight, "Slaves! Slaughter! Torture!" The choice was decided. Drawing their weapons, they sprinted up the path. Five warlike wildcats versus sevenscore peace-loving beasts. Maceax sneered. This would be easier then falling off a log!
^_^
Swiftwind was duelling with Fwirl again. Clash! Smash! Clang! Evenly matched and equally skilled, the two aspiring warriors seeked to prove which was better. Across the Southern Battlements they danced, parrying and seeking a weakness. This was to prove their worst experience ever.
It charged straight into them and knocked them off the wall. Straight into the Five Generals of Terracat were striding up the screaming path. Seeing the danger which had sighted them, they drew their blades, unafraid. Would this be their last practice?
Notes:
© Tamerultima 2002-2003 Tamerultima@Hotmail.com
I don't have a computer at home, so I may not update from here very often. So it might stop suddenly on weekends and on holidays! But don't worry, it WILL CONTINUE!
Chapter 3
Clash! The two goblets clashed together of Chronos, and his chief rat, Bargud. They were overjoyed at their victory of taking over Salamandastron, and Bargud's voice dripped with satisfaction as he motioned one of his rats to come closer, "Change the flag! Salamandastron is no more! Organise a celebration!" Before he could hurry out of the door with his wonderful message, Chronos asked him a question. A question… about Kantos: his strengths, weaknesses… and… whether he could defend the mountain. The rat, named Sharpgut had been with Kantos since his birth, and with promises of becoming a captain, the power-hungry rat told all. Chronos and Bargud smiled with satisfaction. The plan was laid.
^_^
He tried desperately to struggle free from the chains of nightmares that hounded him. Again, the mouse warrior appeared, and brought his sword down to his shoulder. But this time, he did not wake up at this moment: not even with the trickle of sweat which flowed like an escaping river into his eyes. And then two badgers appeared, in a mist of memories, and they and the mouse warrior called, "Hail! Kantos the Tactful!" And before they could continue, Kantos woke up with a start. "Nightscar." He was recalling the day the tribe slew the two old badgers. "I..I didn't kill them?!" Shaking the drops of perspiration from him, one trickled to the ground, and dashed as if pursued by hellhounds out of the tent. He called Nightscar over to him. She came with obvious disapproval, "Lord. We shouldn't have fought them – you, me and four searats is all left. We are in danger, Lord." Kantos spat on the ground contemptuously, "After I take over this Redwall place, many soldiers will come to my side! With three fortresses, if Chronos succeeds, we'll drench this accursed forest with the blood of those cats!" Nightscar spat on his paw, and put it upon his. "Lord, I am with you all the way! Death to all enemies!" All that could be heard from outside Fort Darkmoon was the warcry, "Kantossssssssss!!!"
^_^
Striding briskly in front, General Lance, one of the Five Generals of Terracat called Lady Silvablade to his side, "Did yonder troops learn thy lesson, good sister?" Silvablade cleared her throat, "Aye, good brother, aye." Lance then paused, and turned.
"Any casualties?" She matched his stare, two pairs of icy, evil eyes staring at each other in malicious kinship. "None." Laughing with a gurgling sword, Maceax jumped inbetween them.
"Lady Twinestab and Lord Omniblade coming in from scouting, good siblings." They had all adopted the fancy speech from their father, whom they slew at not nearly a season old, "Siblings, there is a red building over yonder." Lord Omniblade was the oldest of the five Siblings, so he was in charge. His red cape flapping like some curtain of death. "So, if we may take it…" Lady Twinestab murmured, "Then we could command innocent creatures!" Sneering like some primeval, grotesque creature, she howled with obvious delight, "Slaves! Slaughter! Torture!" The choice was decided. Drawing their weapons, they sprinted up the path. Five warlike wildcats versus sevenscore peace-loving beasts. Maceax sneered. This would be easier then falling off a log!
^_^
Swiftwind was duelling with Fwirl again. Clash! Smash! Clang! Evenly matched and equally skilled, the two aspiring warriors seeked to prove which was better. Across the Southern Battlements they danced, parrying and seeking a weakness. This was to prove their worst experience ever.
It charged straight into them and knocked them off the wall. Straight into the Five Generals of Terracat were striding up the screaming path. Seeing the danger which had sighted them, they drew their blades, unafraid. Would this be their last practice?
Notes:
© Tamerultima 2002-2003 Tamerultima@Hotmail.com
I don't have a computer at home, so I may not update from here very often. So it might stop suddenly on weekends and on holidays! But don't worry, it WILL CONTINUE!