He cleared his throught and began reciting, every word that escaped
his mouth burned themself into martins memory.
8 small gems,caught by the light of the sea,
raught with beauty, will be lost, but not gone
a ruthless sucsesser-riddled by greed
and cunning-follow in it's wake.
Sword bearers wander in it's path
unaware, and oblivious
the cunning casts it's net
silver and black
the real-the fraud
a caught by the cunning
sword bearers alike
but prevail-will they? Martin sat still in his chair, still at the edge of his seat. The words played back and forth in his brain, knowing that this was the key to every thing-even if it didn't make any sence. Meldora had in fact, fallen asleep, listning to the sound of the badgers voice. The badger him self was weary, and bidding Martin good night, saw to it that Meldora wasn't too much of a heavy burden to carry up stairs.
*********************************************** Meldora was awoken by the harsh cries of a raven in the trees, calling its unmelodic cry to the clouds. She mumbled angrilly as she went to fetch her sword from the cupboard. Leaping down the stairs 2 at a time, she bid Taboosy a quick greeting as she quickend her pace. Blog always rose early and she wasn't going to let any otter or hare at her place at the breackfast table. Martin was already there, and gestured to Meldora to eat the contece of a bowl he had saved for her. Meldora turned herface away in discusted at the sight of the sloppy brown mixture inside. "what this awful stuff eh? I don't fancy being poisoned yet okay?" Martin frowned, glancing oddly at Meldora. "you sound a lot more sencible today, well, not really sencible actually, more..sarcastic." Meldora sniffed her breakfast distainfully and growled back, "glad you noticed so, what is this?" Martin applied himself to his own bowl. "grool. The cooks sick." Meldora coiled away from the table, her face discusted and fearful. 'eugh! Sick cook's Drool! Yuk!" Martin sighed. "grool. G-r-o-o-l . Not drool." Meldora wouldn't touch it no matter what Martin would say. Grool or drool, they were both the same to her. Martin gazed up at the ceiling of the cave and thought out loud, "ruthless succsessor.... Weired" Meldora tapped his head non too lightly. "hello in there!" she called to his head, "any one in there?!" she leaned back chortaling at her own joke, though Martin was not impressed. "I'm just thinking about the peom thing that badger talked about." Meldora squirmed restlessly in her chair, impatiantly waiting for Martin finish eating his grool. "thats not what I heard. All I heared was "8 small gems, caught by the lightttttttt" and thats it. No suthless rucsessor or anything." "Ruthless sucsessor" "what ever."
********************************************************* Dimple had retured. His weady body heaved as he gasped for breath, his tiny frame rising and falling. ' Milord..." came his weazing voise at last. "I have seen and...heard ...all. All in there is quiet. Though much talk of ...attack...has been made... the 3...prisoners...are there. And the one has laid it all out....in every single one of them." He fell to the ground, in an unconsciose heap. The fox kicked him soundly infront of the audience of captains, there faces puzzled and perplext. The fox chuckled as he turned the recent events in his mind. Rare smile hovered about his face as he orded, "go, leave me be. I need room to think." The line of bulundering captians trailed out of the tent, into the bright sunlight of dawn. "I didn't understand a word of what that little weed had to say." Complained one as he flicked a fly off his paw. "thats 'cos he ain't worf understandink. Ain't that roight matey." The thick headed weasle nudged his squirrel companion, who didn't seem to be thrilled by the idea of being his friend. "Eugh! Get your paws offa me! Yuk! Any ways, why did the boss have to be so fizzied about some mouldy old slaves. Though I wouldn't like to be them if I was, 'cos the'll be I more of a fizzle when the big boss gets to 'em." A fat otter shrugged, his indifference to the whole situation was obvious. "Why would the chief want to keep that filfy 'ikkle weasel finny? 'is as useless as mousy brains." The others nodded in agreement. Why should this stingy little animal, be held in higher esteem by their leader. It seemed that a plan was already underway for his destruction.
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his mouth burned themself into martins memory.
8 small gems,caught by the light of the sea,
raught with beauty, will be lost, but not gone
a ruthless sucsesser-riddled by greed
and cunning-follow in it's wake.
Sword bearers wander in it's path
unaware, and oblivious
the cunning casts it's net
silver and black
the real-the fraud
a caught by the cunning
sword bearers alike
but prevail-will they? Martin sat still in his chair, still at the edge of his seat. The words played back and forth in his brain, knowing that this was the key to every thing-even if it didn't make any sence. Meldora had in fact, fallen asleep, listning to the sound of the badgers voice. The badger him self was weary, and bidding Martin good night, saw to it that Meldora wasn't too much of a heavy burden to carry up stairs.
*********************************************** Meldora was awoken by the harsh cries of a raven in the trees, calling its unmelodic cry to the clouds. She mumbled angrilly as she went to fetch her sword from the cupboard. Leaping down the stairs 2 at a time, she bid Taboosy a quick greeting as she quickend her pace. Blog always rose early and she wasn't going to let any otter or hare at her place at the breackfast table. Martin was already there, and gestured to Meldora to eat the contece of a bowl he had saved for her. Meldora turned herface away in discusted at the sight of the sloppy brown mixture inside. "what this awful stuff eh? I don't fancy being poisoned yet okay?" Martin frowned, glancing oddly at Meldora. "you sound a lot more sencible today, well, not really sencible actually, more..sarcastic." Meldora sniffed her breakfast distainfully and growled back, "glad you noticed so, what is this?" Martin applied himself to his own bowl. "grool. The cooks sick." Meldora coiled away from the table, her face discusted and fearful. 'eugh! Sick cook's Drool! Yuk!" Martin sighed. "grool. G-r-o-o-l . Not drool." Meldora wouldn't touch it no matter what Martin would say. Grool or drool, they were both the same to her. Martin gazed up at the ceiling of the cave and thought out loud, "ruthless succsessor.... Weired" Meldora tapped his head non too lightly. "hello in there!" she called to his head, "any one in there?!" she leaned back chortaling at her own joke, though Martin was not impressed. "I'm just thinking about the peom thing that badger talked about." Meldora squirmed restlessly in her chair, impatiantly waiting for Martin finish eating his grool. "thats not what I heard. All I heared was "8 small gems, caught by the lightttttttt" and thats it. No suthless rucsessor or anything." "Ruthless sucsessor" "what ever."
********************************************************* Dimple had retured. His weady body heaved as he gasped for breath, his tiny frame rising and falling. ' Milord..." came his weazing voise at last. "I have seen and...heard ...all. All in there is quiet. Though much talk of ...attack...has been made... the 3...prisoners...are there. And the one has laid it all out....in every single one of them." He fell to the ground, in an unconsciose heap. The fox kicked him soundly infront of the audience of captains, there faces puzzled and perplext. The fox chuckled as he turned the recent events in his mind. Rare smile hovered about his face as he orded, "go, leave me be. I need room to think." The line of bulundering captians trailed out of the tent, into the bright sunlight of dawn. "I didn't understand a word of what that little weed had to say." Complained one as he flicked a fly off his paw. "thats 'cos he ain't worf understandink. Ain't that roight matey." The thick headed weasle nudged his squirrel companion, who didn't seem to be thrilled by the idea of being his friend. "Eugh! Get your paws offa me! Yuk! Any ways, why did the boss have to be so fizzied about some mouldy old slaves. Though I wouldn't like to be them if I was, 'cos the'll be I more of a fizzle when the big boss gets to 'em." A fat otter shrugged, his indifference to the whole situation was obvious. "Why would the chief want to keep that filfy 'ikkle weasel finny? 'is as useless as mousy brains." The others nodded in agreement. Why should this stingy little animal, be held in higher esteem by their leader. It seemed that a plan was already underway for his destruction.
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