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A/N: Thank you for all your support. Here it is at long last, the end of BOOK 2!!!
Chapter Fifteen: The Final Mission
Tyril looked out at the sea from the balcony of the great forge at Salmandastron; he sighed heavily and then turned his face to the dark mountains of the North. His eyes were heavy with worry and his thoughts again turned to the welfare of his captain. Everyone in the mountain was restless and all for the same reason: they had heard nothing from Death Raventooth. Surely he had been in contact with his Second-in-Command, this lack of communication could mean only one thing. The sinister wolf knew that his mountain had fallen back into the paws of him enemies. But then why hasn't he tried to regain it, was the question on everyone's mind. Tyril knew the answer and it terrified him. Death had given Salamandastron up for lost because he knew that Sheede was coming for him. Tyril didn't even want to consider the implications that thought had.
He shook his head suddenly and turned away from the landscape. He couldn't lose himself to endless worry; he had to be the stone-steady leader of Sheede's crew in her absence. As he walked slowly down to his quarters he barely noticed all the concerned glances that crept his way. Everyone knew the stress he was under.
The exhausted fox fell heavily on his bed and quietly prayed for any kind of guidance before he fell into a fitful sleep. Instantly he found himself standing back in the forge, with an armored mouse before him.
"Tyril Fireblade, I am Martin the Warrior and I have a mission for you," the voice was strong and reassuring and Tyril's jaw dropped when he heard the mouse use his full name, which even Sheede didn't know.
He bowed low, "What would you have me do, Great One?" he asked. Martin placed a hand on the fox's shoulder and lifted him up.
"The final battle is approaching, you must prepare your charges for the fight to come."
"But Sir," Tyril began," winter is fast approaching, surely the battle cannot be over that season."
The mouse looked at him with regret in his eyes, "This winter the snow will be crimson with the blood of both the wicked and the warrior, you must train every able body or all will be lost! Tyril Fireblade, this is your duty!" And with that everything faded to black and Tyril opened his eyes to the see the sun pouring in through his window. Without even changing into clean clothes he dashed headlong out to call a meeting of the elders.
Meanwhile, in what looked like a different world from the peaceful mountain by the sea, Sheede stood with Lord Stonepaw and looked out over the chiseled terrain of the frosted Northern Mountains. At length the badger turned to her, "I believe your tale noble cat and I will give my warriors to aid you in your battle for the Abbey."
Sheede bowed low, "Thank you my lord," she told him respectfully.
Stonepaw cast his eyes over the Sword of Martin strapped across the cat's back, "Tell me about this sword of yours Sheede," he asked suddenly.
"It is the sword of Martin the Warrior, his spirit sent me on this quest to find you and he gave me his sword to use to fight the wolf," she explained softly.
"May I see it?"
Sheede unslung the sheath from her back and held it out, "Of course, here."
The badger took it gingerly and slowly unsheathed the shining blade, his sucked his breath in appreciatively, "This looks like the work of Boar the Fighter," he whispered in awe. He squinted slightly and leaned closer, "Here, what's this say? Owch!" He had touched the blade of the sword and then had pulled his hand forcefully away, "It burned me!"
Sheede quickly picked up the sword and gingerly touched it herself, nothing happened, "Odd," she muttered, "I don't believe it." The inscription on the blade's hilt had changed it now read:
Forged to honor
A warrior's skill,
I work only through
My bearer's will
Stonepaw looked at the sword thoughtfully, "It seems that this sword has taken a liking to you. Come, it will take weeks to gather all my hares and march back to the mountain to meet your army, we must prepare." Sheede could only nod in return and follow the mighty one out, all the while looking at the strange blade that had chosen her.
Another world away Death Raventooth was plagued by nightmares. Any sleeping moments were filled with the warrior mouse's voice, "The snow will run crimson with the blood of the wicked! The Silvercat comes!" When day's merciful light finally filled his life he would drill his horde terribly, keeping them on edge at all times. He could see the hope the ringed the heads of all the slaves and he could do nothing about it. However Death did know that there were enough supplies to last him and his army several winters, he also contented himself to a long bloody siege. Nothing short of destined war was going to lure the evil wolf out of his strong hold!
A/N: There it is, Book 2: A Hero's Quest! Hope you like it, b/c as soon as I'm inspired-or I get reviews-I'll begin Book 3: A Hero's Test!
A/N: Thank you for all your support. Here it is at long last, the end of BOOK 2!!!
Chapter Fifteen: The Final Mission
Tyril looked out at the sea from the balcony of the great forge at Salmandastron; he sighed heavily and then turned his face to the dark mountains of the North. His eyes were heavy with worry and his thoughts again turned to the welfare of his captain. Everyone in the mountain was restless and all for the same reason: they had heard nothing from Death Raventooth. Surely he had been in contact with his Second-in-Command, this lack of communication could mean only one thing. The sinister wolf knew that his mountain had fallen back into the paws of him enemies. But then why hasn't he tried to regain it, was the question on everyone's mind. Tyril knew the answer and it terrified him. Death had given Salamandastron up for lost because he knew that Sheede was coming for him. Tyril didn't even want to consider the implications that thought had.
He shook his head suddenly and turned away from the landscape. He couldn't lose himself to endless worry; he had to be the stone-steady leader of Sheede's crew in her absence. As he walked slowly down to his quarters he barely noticed all the concerned glances that crept his way. Everyone knew the stress he was under.
The exhausted fox fell heavily on his bed and quietly prayed for any kind of guidance before he fell into a fitful sleep. Instantly he found himself standing back in the forge, with an armored mouse before him.
"Tyril Fireblade, I am Martin the Warrior and I have a mission for you," the voice was strong and reassuring and Tyril's jaw dropped when he heard the mouse use his full name, which even Sheede didn't know.
He bowed low, "What would you have me do, Great One?" he asked. Martin placed a hand on the fox's shoulder and lifted him up.
"The final battle is approaching, you must prepare your charges for the fight to come."
"But Sir," Tyril began," winter is fast approaching, surely the battle cannot be over that season."
The mouse looked at him with regret in his eyes, "This winter the snow will be crimson with the blood of both the wicked and the warrior, you must train every able body or all will be lost! Tyril Fireblade, this is your duty!" And with that everything faded to black and Tyril opened his eyes to the see the sun pouring in through his window. Without even changing into clean clothes he dashed headlong out to call a meeting of the elders.
Meanwhile, in what looked like a different world from the peaceful mountain by the sea, Sheede stood with Lord Stonepaw and looked out over the chiseled terrain of the frosted Northern Mountains. At length the badger turned to her, "I believe your tale noble cat and I will give my warriors to aid you in your battle for the Abbey."
Sheede bowed low, "Thank you my lord," she told him respectfully.
Stonepaw cast his eyes over the Sword of Martin strapped across the cat's back, "Tell me about this sword of yours Sheede," he asked suddenly.
"It is the sword of Martin the Warrior, his spirit sent me on this quest to find you and he gave me his sword to use to fight the wolf," she explained softly.
"May I see it?"
Sheede unslung the sheath from her back and held it out, "Of course, here."
The badger took it gingerly and slowly unsheathed the shining blade, his sucked his breath in appreciatively, "This looks like the work of Boar the Fighter," he whispered in awe. He squinted slightly and leaned closer, "Here, what's this say? Owch!" He had touched the blade of the sword and then had pulled his hand forcefully away, "It burned me!"
Sheede quickly picked up the sword and gingerly touched it herself, nothing happened, "Odd," she muttered, "I don't believe it." The inscription on the blade's hilt had changed it now read:
Forged to honor
A warrior's skill,
I work only through
My bearer's will
Stonepaw looked at the sword thoughtfully, "It seems that this sword has taken a liking to you. Come, it will take weeks to gather all my hares and march back to the mountain to meet your army, we must prepare." Sheede could only nod in return and follow the mighty one out, all the while looking at the strange blade that had chosen her.
Another world away Death Raventooth was plagued by nightmares. Any sleeping moments were filled with the warrior mouse's voice, "The snow will run crimson with the blood of the wicked! The Silvercat comes!" When day's merciful light finally filled his life he would drill his horde terribly, keeping them on edge at all times. He could see the hope the ringed the heads of all the slaves and he could do nothing about it. However Death did know that there were enough supplies to last him and his army several winters, he also contented himself to a long bloody siege. Nothing short of destined war was going to lure the evil wolf out of his strong hold!
A/N: There it is, Book 2: A Hero's Quest! Hope you like it, b/c as soon as I'm inspired-or I get reviews-I'll begin Book 3: A Hero's Test!