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A/N: Ok, I'm back on track for Book Two. I'm also back in school so my pace might slow. Please be patient. And also, anyone who doubts the superiority of tacos is definitely not a devoted fan! Tacos forever!
Chapter 8: The Journey Begins
Tyril entered his Captain's chambers to find her staring thoughtfully out over the sea. He coughed slightly and she turned to regard him with that same quiet stare. Tyril couldn't help the feeling that he was before a creature who had seen and been through more than he could ever know; it had been years since she'd taken on that look. It meant that she felt an obligation that most beasts would crumple under but not his Captain. "You called me Lady?" he asked politely after a moment.
"Tyril, I've been summoned away," she told him quietly, "You know that Destruction was only the Second in Command of that horde." The fox nodded slowly, not quite understanding Sheede's train of thought. "It is my duty to find the accursed leader and destroy him. I had a vision last night Tyril; my path is chosen for me now."
Tyril nodded and set his jaw, "I will go with you then, to aid you in this quest," he told her.
"No Tyril, ya cannae go with me this time mate," she told him sadly. The fox's fine ears heard the cat slip back to her natural accent, which she rarely used. Under normal circumstances Sheede spoke in a strong flat voice with no detectable accent; this was because she didn't want her enemies to know her place of origin, lest they find weakness there. Tyril realized that something must weigh very heavily upon her heart to break her habit now; he said nothing in reply. "Ya must stay here, for ya're the only one to hold full order over my crew."
"Yes Lady," he replied sadly. For a moment the two simply regarded each other. Then Tyril sighed heavily and turned away saying over his shoulder, "I'll organize meeting of the officers Captain." And then he was gone. Sheede looked back out the window and wondered if she had made the right decision.
Later, when she entered the meeting room, she had regained her confidence and her voice rang out strongly as she addressed the group before her.
"Last night I had a vision," she began; the room went silent, "I saw badger warriors of lore and I saw Martin the Warrior." Commander Thadeus P. Thornblower stared at the cat slack-jawed, as did many others. The cat ignored them and continued to relate her dream. "So you see I must go and one must come with me," she told them after she had finished her story. The creatures looked around at each other in dumbfounded shock. Phillet suddenly noticed how Tyril sat with his jaw set stubbornly looking away at the wall. He knows he must remain, the young hare realized.
Sheede's voice interrupted any further wondering's on Phillet's part, "My friends, after long hours of torment and thought I have decided that there is only one who can journey with me. And that's you young Phillet." The hare felt his jaw drop suddenly and he turned to his superiors for explanation but they simply shrugged in reply.
"Me? Marm? You're kidding, right?" he sputtered helplessly. The cat only nodded in reply.
"Be ready young warrior, we leave in the morning," she told him before she turned and left the room quietly. Phillet gulped and cast a sidelong glace at Tyril who sighed and walked over.
"I don't think she coulda made a better choice," he told Phillet with a pat on the shoulder, "now gather your supplies. Who knows what the journey will bring?"
A/N: Ok, I'm back on track for Book Two. I'm also back in school so my pace might slow. Please be patient. And also, anyone who doubts the superiority of tacos is definitely not a devoted fan! Tacos forever!
Chapter 8: The Journey Begins
Tyril entered his Captain's chambers to find her staring thoughtfully out over the sea. He coughed slightly and she turned to regard him with that same quiet stare. Tyril couldn't help the feeling that he was before a creature who had seen and been through more than he could ever know; it had been years since she'd taken on that look. It meant that she felt an obligation that most beasts would crumple under but not his Captain. "You called me Lady?" he asked politely after a moment.
"Tyril, I've been summoned away," she told him quietly, "You know that Destruction was only the Second in Command of that horde." The fox nodded slowly, not quite understanding Sheede's train of thought. "It is my duty to find the accursed leader and destroy him. I had a vision last night Tyril; my path is chosen for me now."
Tyril nodded and set his jaw, "I will go with you then, to aid you in this quest," he told her.
"No Tyril, ya cannae go with me this time mate," she told him sadly. The fox's fine ears heard the cat slip back to her natural accent, which she rarely used. Under normal circumstances Sheede spoke in a strong flat voice with no detectable accent; this was because she didn't want her enemies to know her place of origin, lest they find weakness there. Tyril realized that something must weigh very heavily upon her heart to break her habit now; he said nothing in reply. "Ya must stay here, for ya're the only one to hold full order over my crew."
"Yes Lady," he replied sadly. For a moment the two simply regarded each other. Then Tyril sighed heavily and turned away saying over his shoulder, "I'll organize meeting of the officers Captain." And then he was gone. Sheede looked back out the window and wondered if she had made the right decision.
Later, when she entered the meeting room, she had regained her confidence and her voice rang out strongly as she addressed the group before her.
"Last night I had a vision," she began; the room went silent, "I saw badger warriors of lore and I saw Martin the Warrior." Commander Thadeus P. Thornblower stared at the cat slack-jawed, as did many others. The cat ignored them and continued to relate her dream. "So you see I must go and one must come with me," she told them after she had finished her story. The creatures looked around at each other in dumbfounded shock. Phillet suddenly noticed how Tyril sat with his jaw set stubbornly looking away at the wall. He knows he must remain, the young hare realized.
Sheede's voice interrupted any further wondering's on Phillet's part, "My friends, after long hours of torment and thought I have decided that there is only one who can journey with me. And that's you young Phillet." The hare felt his jaw drop suddenly and he turned to his superiors for explanation but they simply shrugged in reply.
"Me? Marm? You're kidding, right?" he sputtered helplessly. The cat only nodded in reply.
"Be ready young warrior, we leave in the morning," she told him before she turned and left the room quietly. Phillet gulped and cast a sidelong glace at Tyril who sighed and walked over.
"I don't think she coulda made a better choice," he told Phillet with a pat on the shoulder, "now gather your supplies. Who knows what the journey will bring?"