Disclaimer: See part one...
A/N: Awwwwwwwww... Ending the Annals of 'Atce... *sniff* Only one more chapter after this before Dale's begins... Ok, anyway, this chapter is going to be your linguistics chapter. Here are how to pronounce names and nicks. None of them pause between syllables:
Daleria: ... Please, tell me you know... DALEria, no pause between emphasis.
Dale: DALE.
Rapier: RAPIER-ATCH. No pause between emphasis.
'Atce: ACH-AYE. No pause between emphasis.
Galde: GLA-DAYE. No pause between emphasis.
Remora: Tcsk. You should already know. REMORA.
Glamoren: GLA-MOREN. No pause between emphasis.
Cosenet: COSE-net. No pause between emphasis.
Tehora: TEHORA.
Clandestine: Contrary to the official pronunciation (CLAN-DESTINE) as that in the dictionary, the character's name is pronounced: CLAN-DE-STINE. No pause between emphasis.
Consellariel: CON-sella-RIEL. No pause between emphasis.
Mealiney: MIA-LE-NEY. No pause between emphasis.
Longrunn: ... LONGRUNN.
Deternian: DETER-NI-AN. No pause between emphasis.
Beuatrill: BEU-A-TRILL. No pause between emphasis.
Mianent: MY-A-NENT. No pause between emphasis.
And finally:
Clarenova: CLAIR-NOVA. NOT Clar-nova or anything. No pause between emphasis.
Clar: CLAR.
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Rapieratce stared at the carnage about him. It was not unfamiliar to him, but it was certainly at a much harsher extent than he was used to by far. He fixed his train of sight on a limp form, impaled by a spear in his side. The captain paled to a deathly shade momentarily before dashed over to the site of the body, throwing himself down.
'Colonel!'
The colonel smiled weakly up at the grieving captain. The colonel knew that he did not have long to live, the spear had done its damage to the point where repair was not an option. Removing it would mean sure death. The pain seemed dull as the world began to get dimmer. The colonel grasped Rapieratce's paw.
'Atce. It's over for me, and you know it, laddie buck. Twas nice knowing you.'
'Col-colonel...'
Rapieratce was desperately choking back the sobs in his voice. The colonel clucked his tongue slightly.
'Now, don't you go emotional on me, wot. It comes down to you, y'know. You're young, but you can do it, 'Atce, I'm sure you can.'
Rapieratce stared at Galde, his paws numb in disbelief. The captain shook his head vehemently and croaked hoarsely,
'Sah, don't, I can't!'
The colonel interrupted him before he could go any further.
'My time is short, captain, so please, don't bore me with your talk. I have confidence you can do it. I wasn't spending the last couple of bally seasons on you for nothing, y'know. I have to leave you, and there's nothing you or I can do to stop that. You have a long time ahead of you, boy. Being a colonel isn't as cracked up as it seems to be. Keep what I have taught you in mind, and do what it takes to deliver justice out to those who deserve it. Follow Consellariel, for nobeast else will be able to guide you anymore. I will be there for you, waiting in the Dark Forest, but besides my memory and spirit, there will be no more of me, d'you hear? I've taught you the best I could, and it's all up to you now. Nobeast else can take my place, and young and as under experienced as you may be, 'Atce, you're by far the most competent of the lot. You have to be, there's no turning back now, 'Atce. What I give down to you now needs no promotion letter or official seal. You take on the responsibilities of a colonel, and from that, you can never turn away from. Now leave me. Don't let the others see you like this. Let an old hare give otherbeast what advice they need now. I have told you all that I can, and that is the last gift I give to you now. Leave, 'Atce, and let me tell what I may to others around me that grieve before I sleep.'
And thus, Rapieratce left Galde, weeping, and turned away to face life as a colonel.
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