Disclaimer: Yeah, it's still not mine. But some of it is so: ¡No Tocas
Nada!
A/N: Welcome back Gentle Readers! Ahh, I love the smell of new fiction in the morning!
Chapter Nine: On the Road Again
Far too soon Phillet found himself trying to follow the Silvercat's blistering pace through Mossflower Wood. They had ran for a good day straight and now the sun was nearly touching the far off horizon.
"I say Marm, might we make camp now?" he called ahead breathlessly.
The cat looked back and grinned, "I thought you wanted to start the Long Patrol again, don't stop now. We're almost there!" Sheede couldn't quite explain to the young hare just what exactly was driving her to travel so quickly but she knew that they had to reach their destination now!
Soon Sheede's ears picked up strained voices far off to the left, she quickly dug her heels in and turned suddenly. Phillet had to fight centrifugal force to keep from falling; he breathlessly followed the disappearing cat. He came to a stop next to her on the outskirts of a small camp. Sheede signaled him to be silent and then motioned for him to observe the camp.
There he saw three shrews, bound and unconscious, leaned up against a tree across from where Phillet was sitting. To the shrews' left there were two stoats going through the shrews' packs gleefully; and to the right a scrawny rat watched them go at it. Sheede whispered to Phillet in a voice that was more like the rustle of dried autumn leaves, "I'll go around and take the stoats, grab the rat when he runs your way." And with that she was gone. Phillet couldn't follow her movements any further than his arm's length. Suddenly there was a flash of movement by the snickering stoats and then they were gone, the rat looked around in a instant terror; even Phillet hadn't seen any more then a flash Sheede's gauntletts in the sunlight. Then Sheede stepped boldly out from the thick woods holding two unconscious stoats, the rat froze in a deathly primal fear; but when the cat stared at him and emitted a feral growl that made even Phillet's heart rise to his throat, the rat took off running blindly toward Phillet who easily gave him a swift kick to the jaw which sent him sprawling unconscious at Sheede's feet. She dropped the stoats on top of him in disgust, she gave Phillet proud smile, "Well done lad! You had him out pretty quick."
Phillet shrugged as he moved over to untie the shrews who were slowly coming to; the hare gave a comforting smile as he then used the rope to bind the vermin. The Silvercat moved quickly over to them, "There now, you're safe mates," she told them in a comforting voice.
One gave a shrewd look, "I don' normally put me faith in cat's but seeing as ya'r with a hare then ye mus' be special, I'm Craet," he answered.
Another stood slowly and offered her paw,"I'm Flara, daughter of Logalog, of the Guosim." The thrid nodded in agreement and smiled warmly at the two warriors.
Phillet moved over to him, "Can you not speak?" he asked the young one.
The shrew shrugged and looked to his companions for help, the oldest shrew who had spoken first stepped forward, "That's Strad, he'll never talk. That cursed wolf had his tongue cut out for speaking back to one of his horde!" Sheede's eyes narrowed and she cast her eyes dangerously over to bound vermin, who began to whine pitieously at their prediciment.
Phillet nodded to the three shrews, "What would you have us do to this filth?" he asked; the vermin moaned even louder. Sheede glared at them in a way that only a cat could manage.
Craet looked at the villians in disgust, "I'd kill them, they'd've done no less to us!" he declared. Sheede nodded back at him and began to advance on the crying creatures.
Phillet suddenly grabbed her arm, "No! You can't, then you'd be as bad as them!" he cried.
She turned on him, "Craet's right! They'd've done no less!" She would've kept advancing on the pile of terrified vermin; but then her other arm was grabbed by the young shrew, Strad, who shook his head desprately for her to stop. She looked at him softly, "Aye lad, you're right aren't you? And Phillet too. I let my thirst for vengence got the better of me." She then turned to the filthy beasts and growled, "I'm going to leave you here and if I ever hear of you terrifying innocent creatures then I will hunt you down!"
Phillet then turned to the shrews, "Let's got back to your family, your father must be worried."
A little while later Phillet found himself and Sheede on a large river boat surrounded by dozens of joyful shrews. He looked out over their heads and could see the cat talking quietly with Logalog, the shrew Cheiftain.
Across the boat Sheede was addressing the shrew, "Sir, while it is excellent that we were able to save your daughter and her companions Phillet and I were already journeying to find the Guosim."
The seasoned shrew nodded sagely, "I know what you have come for, I saw it in a dream. Come with me Warrior from the Seas." The shrew beckoned for her to follow, they entered his cabin. There he pulled out a carefully wrapped bundle and handed it to her saying, "If anyone should bear the Sword of Martin I feel it should be you, noble cat."
Sheede took it and nodded gratefully, "Every one has put their faith in my hands, I hope I am well chosen," she confided quietly.
Logalog patted her shoulder, "Only a true hero would have such fear." Then they moved back out in to crowd of happy shrews where he addressed them, "My fellow Guosim! Today is the happy day when we finally pass the Sword of Martin to its true bearer!" The crowd exploded in joyful cheers and shouts of praise. Sheede could see Phillet staring at her in shock as shrews lined up to shake his paw. She tehn looked back at the bundle before her, very carefully she began to unwrap it. As though sensing what she was doing the crowd became quiet to watch. Soon she was holding the the battered scabberd of the ancient weapon; slowly she pulled the blade free and frowned when she saw how dull and grimy it was. And without thought she dipped the cloth it had been wrapped in into the river and proceeded to clean the sword. The frim came away easily and then Sheede was holding a shinging sword that seemed to slow from some inner source. Looking close she could make out an inscription near the hilt:
Forged from a Skyrock
That fell to Earth.
My relfection knows
A warrior's worth.
She felt a touch on her shoulder, turning she saw Logalog looking at her in awe, "No amount of cleaning ever removed a speck of dirt from that blade!" he whispered softly, "Now, do you believe that you're our true hero?"
A/N: So, how was that Gentle Readers? I'm rather proud of myself. And now do you're part to keep my self-esteem up: review! And send tacos for bonus points in the game called Life!
A/N: Welcome back Gentle Readers! Ahh, I love the smell of new fiction in the morning!
Chapter Nine: On the Road Again
Far too soon Phillet found himself trying to follow the Silvercat's blistering pace through Mossflower Wood. They had ran for a good day straight and now the sun was nearly touching the far off horizon.
"I say Marm, might we make camp now?" he called ahead breathlessly.
The cat looked back and grinned, "I thought you wanted to start the Long Patrol again, don't stop now. We're almost there!" Sheede couldn't quite explain to the young hare just what exactly was driving her to travel so quickly but she knew that they had to reach their destination now!
Soon Sheede's ears picked up strained voices far off to the left, she quickly dug her heels in and turned suddenly. Phillet had to fight centrifugal force to keep from falling; he breathlessly followed the disappearing cat. He came to a stop next to her on the outskirts of a small camp. Sheede signaled him to be silent and then motioned for him to observe the camp.
There he saw three shrews, bound and unconscious, leaned up against a tree across from where Phillet was sitting. To the shrews' left there were two stoats going through the shrews' packs gleefully; and to the right a scrawny rat watched them go at it. Sheede whispered to Phillet in a voice that was more like the rustle of dried autumn leaves, "I'll go around and take the stoats, grab the rat when he runs your way." And with that she was gone. Phillet couldn't follow her movements any further than his arm's length. Suddenly there was a flash of movement by the snickering stoats and then they were gone, the rat looked around in a instant terror; even Phillet hadn't seen any more then a flash Sheede's gauntletts in the sunlight. Then Sheede stepped boldly out from the thick woods holding two unconscious stoats, the rat froze in a deathly primal fear; but when the cat stared at him and emitted a feral growl that made even Phillet's heart rise to his throat, the rat took off running blindly toward Phillet who easily gave him a swift kick to the jaw which sent him sprawling unconscious at Sheede's feet. She dropped the stoats on top of him in disgust, she gave Phillet proud smile, "Well done lad! You had him out pretty quick."
Phillet shrugged as he moved over to untie the shrews who were slowly coming to; the hare gave a comforting smile as he then used the rope to bind the vermin. The Silvercat moved quickly over to them, "There now, you're safe mates," she told them in a comforting voice.
One gave a shrewd look, "I don' normally put me faith in cat's but seeing as ya'r with a hare then ye mus' be special, I'm Craet," he answered.
Another stood slowly and offered her paw,"I'm Flara, daughter of Logalog, of the Guosim." The thrid nodded in agreement and smiled warmly at the two warriors.
Phillet moved over to him, "Can you not speak?" he asked the young one.
The shrew shrugged and looked to his companions for help, the oldest shrew who had spoken first stepped forward, "That's Strad, he'll never talk. That cursed wolf had his tongue cut out for speaking back to one of his horde!" Sheede's eyes narrowed and she cast her eyes dangerously over to bound vermin, who began to whine pitieously at their prediciment.
Phillet nodded to the three shrews, "What would you have us do to this filth?" he asked; the vermin moaned even louder. Sheede glared at them in a way that only a cat could manage.
Craet looked at the villians in disgust, "I'd kill them, they'd've done no less to us!" he declared. Sheede nodded back at him and began to advance on the crying creatures.
Phillet suddenly grabbed her arm, "No! You can't, then you'd be as bad as them!" he cried.
She turned on him, "Craet's right! They'd've done no less!" She would've kept advancing on the pile of terrified vermin; but then her other arm was grabbed by the young shrew, Strad, who shook his head desprately for her to stop. She looked at him softly, "Aye lad, you're right aren't you? And Phillet too. I let my thirst for vengence got the better of me." She then turned to the filthy beasts and growled, "I'm going to leave you here and if I ever hear of you terrifying innocent creatures then I will hunt you down!"
Phillet then turned to the shrews, "Let's got back to your family, your father must be worried."
A little while later Phillet found himself and Sheede on a large river boat surrounded by dozens of joyful shrews. He looked out over their heads and could see the cat talking quietly with Logalog, the shrew Cheiftain.
Across the boat Sheede was addressing the shrew, "Sir, while it is excellent that we were able to save your daughter and her companions Phillet and I were already journeying to find the Guosim."
The seasoned shrew nodded sagely, "I know what you have come for, I saw it in a dream. Come with me Warrior from the Seas." The shrew beckoned for her to follow, they entered his cabin. There he pulled out a carefully wrapped bundle and handed it to her saying, "If anyone should bear the Sword of Martin I feel it should be you, noble cat."
Sheede took it and nodded gratefully, "Every one has put their faith in my hands, I hope I am well chosen," she confided quietly.
Logalog patted her shoulder, "Only a true hero would have such fear." Then they moved back out in to crowd of happy shrews where he addressed them, "My fellow Guosim! Today is the happy day when we finally pass the Sword of Martin to its true bearer!" The crowd exploded in joyful cheers and shouts of praise. Sheede could see Phillet staring at her in shock as shrews lined up to shake his paw. She tehn looked back at the bundle before her, very carefully she began to unwrap it. As though sensing what she was doing the crowd became quiet to watch. Soon she was holding the the battered scabberd of the ancient weapon; slowly she pulled the blade free and frowned when she saw how dull and grimy it was. And without thought she dipped the cloth it had been wrapped in into the river and proceeded to clean the sword. The frim came away easily and then Sheede was holding a shinging sword that seemed to slow from some inner source. Looking close she could make out an inscription near the hilt:
Forged from a Skyrock
That fell to Earth.
My relfection knows
A warrior's worth.
She felt a touch on her shoulder, turning she saw Logalog looking at her in awe, "No amount of cleaning ever removed a speck of dirt from that blade!" he whispered softly, "Now, do you believe that you're our true hero?"
A/N: So, how was that Gentle Readers? I'm rather proud of myself. And now do you're part to keep my self-esteem up: review! And send tacos for bonus points in the game called Life!