Okay, sorry for taking so long. I have had this huge writer's block and I
only just had some inspiration. And it sucks. I can just see all the
flames coming, all the big flames climbing higher and higher!!!!! . . .
sorry. I tend to get carried away sometimes, especially when concerned
with my horrible writing. Okay, and I need a name for a hare for later, so
if you have any ideas please put them in your review. Coz you're going to
review . . . . . right? Right right right?
Also, I changed the rating to PG coz there's some swearing. Man, Rose hangs around the sea-rats far too much! Not nice language!
Attack on Noonvale
Chapter 3
~Around the same time as chap. 1~
The door opened and a small, pitifully limp form was thrown in.
"She tried t' escape again!" One of the corsairs remarked to his companion.
"Why she even tries, I wonder . . ."
The door closed and Brome scrambled over to his sister, hampered by the chains that everybeast was wearing around their paws and footpaws. Her chest was rising, if only slightly, he noticed with grim satisfaction. At least they didn't kill Rose, though he wouldn't put it past them.
Kastern crawled over. "They didn't kill her, did they?" she asked, her fear evident in her voice.
"No," Brome replied. "But I'm scared for her, Kastern. If Rose tries this again, they will kill her! I feel it in my bones."
"Spoken as an old grandfather mouse would," Kastern teased, a small smile playing at her lips.
Brome glanced tiredly at her. "I feel like one too.''
Kastern was silent for a few minutes. "I wonder . . ." she said hesitantly, "how Lily is doing." When Brome didn't respond, she went on recklessly," If she's okay. Where she is, if she's happy. I wonder . . . .'' she sniffed," I wonder if she's with ones that love her.'' Without warning, Kastern burst into tears. Brome hugged her tight.
"She's okay," he whispered softly in her ear. "She's okay."
* * *
Rose woke slowly, bits and pieces of her surroundings becoming clearer faster than others did. Her head throbbed abominably, and she wondered why. Then it all came back to her.
She had tried to escape; for about the millionth time. She had been so close, so close, and then . . . She sighed. Her own stupidity would come back to haunt her for the rest of her life. Not that her life would be long anyways. She knew that they would kill her the next time she tried to escape. She knew she could not survive another beating like the one they had recently given her. But she also knew that would not stop her. She just needed to be more careful. And she could, if she wanted too. She had before, but one of the watchbeasts had been awake. D*mn that Ripear! He should have been asleep, she fumed. But no, one of the slaves had alerted him. She only wished she knew who it was!
'If only there was a hero, somebeast who could free us from that mother- f*ckin' so-called captain,' she thought wistfully. 'Somebeast like . . . ' she stopped herself. She didn't want to think of Him. Not now, when everything had gone so horribly wrong. Around Him everything was perfect, nothing could go wrong. After He left, everything went wrong. Before she met Him she had gone around in a blissful ignorance, but that had evaporated. Her life was a living hell. In fact, she wasn't afraid of dying, because nothing could be worse than life without Him. Thinking back, she realized that when she met Him she had been confused, and, yes, even frightened by his deep hatred of Badrang. Now, she could understand it, because she had something quite like it herself. Suddenly, and without warning, a memory enveloped her.
~Flashback~
A young mousemaid sat beside another young mouse on the shore.
"Why do you hate Badrang so?" The mousemaid asked hesitantly.
The mouse looked up, a strange, cold fire burning in his eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it with a sigh. The fire died.
"You wouldn't understand, Rose," he answered lamely. "I just.." he grabbed her paws. "I hope you never know what it feels like, Rose, to hate somebeast so bad that you would do anything to kill him. Or her," he added thoughtfully.
~End Flashback~
'I wish that I could tell you, Martin, that I know. I know,' She thought.
There was a banging outside the door.
"Next shift ready!" A fox barked. Wearily, everybeast assembled themselves in a line. The door opened and the other half of the slaves were thrown in.
The fox led them to where the oars were located.
"Two to a bench!" he barked, as if they didn't already know, after at least two seasons.
As they began to row, an idea started to form in the back of Rose's mind. Maybe . . . . .
* * *
So, again, how's that? Tell me in your review. Because you're going to click that beautiful button down there, and you're going to send me a nice review. A really nice review.
I want 17 reviews before I continue. That's actually not bad. There was this one girl, she wanted 150 reviews, and know what? She got it!!!! Oh my gosh!! I think I'm going to faint! *slumps to the floor*
Just kiddin'. Hey, did ya notice, I changed my name! Like it? Right, you're going to tell me in that nice review you're going to send me. Remember to include name for hare and if you like my new name.
~Krazy Kitty~
P.S. Does anyone have any suggestions for what Rose's 'idea' should be? I have this major writers block!
Also, I changed the rating to PG coz there's some swearing. Man, Rose hangs around the sea-rats far too much! Not nice language!
Attack on Noonvale
Chapter 3
~Around the same time as chap. 1~
The door opened and a small, pitifully limp form was thrown in.
"She tried t' escape again!" One of the corsairs remarked to his companion.
"Why she even tries, I wonder . . ."
The door closed and Brome scrambled over to his sister, hampered by the chains that everybeast was wearing around their paws and footpaws. Her chest was rising, if only slightly, he noticed with grim satisfaction. At least they didn't kill Rose, though he wouldn't put it past them.
Kastern crawled over. "They didn't kill her, did they?" she asked, her fear evident in her voice.
"No," Brome replied. "But I'm scared for her, Kastern. If Rose tries this again, they will kill her! I feel it in my bones."
"Spoken as an old grandfather mouse would," Kastern teased, a small smile playing at her lips.
Brome glanced tiredly at her. "I feel like one too.''
Kastern was silent for a few minutes. "I wonder . . ." she said hesitantly, "how Lily is doing." When Brome didn't respond, she went on recklessly," If she's okay. Where she is, if she's happy. I wonder . . . .'' she sniffed," I wonder if she's with ones that love her.'' Without warning, Kastern burst into tears. Brome hugged her tight.
"She's okay," he whispered softly in her ear. "She's okay."
* * *
Rose woke slowly, bits and pieces of her surroundings becoming clearer faster than others did. Her head throbbed abominably, and she wondered why. Then it all came back to her.
She had tried to escape; for about the millionth time. She had been so close, so close, and then . . . She sighed. Her own stupidity would come back to haunt her for the rest of her life. Not that her life would be long anyways. She knew that they would kill her the next time she tried to escape. She knew she could not survive another beating like the one they had recently given her. But she also knew that would not stop her. She just needed to be more careful. And she could, if she wanted too. She had before, but one of the watchbeasts had been awake. D*mn that Ripear! He should have been asleep, she fumed. But no, one of the slaves had alerted him. She only wished she knew who it was!
'If only there was a hero, somebeast who could free us from that mother- f*ckin' so-called captain,' she thought wistfully. 'Somebeast like . . . ' she stopped herself. She didn't want to think of Him. Not now, when everything had gone so horribly wrong. Around Him everything was perfect, nothing could go wrong. After He left, everything went wrong. Before she met Him she had gone around in a blissful ignorance, but that had evaporated. Her life was a living hell. In fact, she wasn't afraid of dying, because nothing could be worse than life without Him. Thinking back, she realized that when she met Him she had been confused, and, yes, even frightened by his deep hatred of Badrang. Now, she could understand it, because she had something quite like it herself. Suddenly, and without warning, a memory enveloped her.
~Flashback~
A young mousemaid sat beside another young mouse on the shore.
"Why do you hate Badrang so?" The mousemaid asked hesitantly.
The mouse looked up, a strange, cold fire burning in his eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it with a sigh. The fire died.
"You wouldn't understand, Rose," he answered lamely. "I just.." he grabbed her paws. "I hope you never know what it feels like, Rose, to hate somebeast so bad that you would do anything to kill him. Or her," he added thoughtfully.
~End Flashback~
'I wish that I could tell you, Martin, that I know. I know,' She thought.
There was a banging outside the door.
"Next shift ready!" A fox barked. Wearily, everybeast assembled themselves in a line. The door opened and the other half of the slaves were thrown in.
The fox led them to where the oars were located.
"Two to a bench!" he barked, as if they didn't already know, after at least two seasons.
As they began to row, an idea started to form in the back of Rose's mind. Maybe . . . . .
* * *
So, again, how's that? Tell me in your review. Because you're going to click that beautiful button down there, and you're going to send me a nice review. A really nice review.
I want 17 reviews before I continue. That's actually not bad. There was this one girl, she wanted 150 reviews, and know what? She got it!!!! Oh my gosh!! I think I'm going to faint! *slumps to the floor*
Just kiddin'. Hey, did ya notice, I changed my name! Like it? Right, you're going to tell me in that nice review you're going to send me. Remember to include name for hare and if you like my new name.
~Krazy Kitty~
P.S. Does anyone have any suggestions for what Rose's 'idea' should be? I have this major writers block!