Disclaimer: I do not own Magic: The Gathering. I wish I did. Because if
I owned Magic, there would be a lot more squirrel cards.
Hello, I am Mike the Great. This is my first fanfic ever. EVER. Please don't flame. If you flame, I will send an army of rabid killer squirrels after you. Enjoy.
The Legend of the Tel-Jilad Squirrel.
A Mike the Great production.
Chapter 1: Of Metal Nuts and Myr
It was a quiet day in the Tangle. Well, at least it was quiet in the secret glade where the squirrels lived. The squirrels were often referred to as Tel-Jilad Squirrels. These mysterious beasts could easily gnaw through three feet of steel. One squirrel, who we'll name Bob, was minding his own business. He was quietly gathering metal nuts, such as iron acorns and steel cashews. Life was good. But soon that would change. It all started with the myr. The squirrels had never seen a myr before. They ignored the myr as it stared at them. Little did the squirrels know that Memnarch was watching them. But, the squirrels also didn't know who Memnarch was. They just gathered their nuts and scurried around in peace and happiness. But that wouldn't last for long. Bob was picking up a acorn when he heard it. He heard a rustle in the bush. He looked up. There were six myr. All six of them began to advance. Bob ran back to the central tree, where the squirrels would meet and store nuts. It was a large tree in the middle of the glade. He began to squeak madly. Soon the squirrels eyes went from a brown color to glowing red. They began to drool. Soon, at least 80 squirrels leaped from the trees, onto the myr. No one could see anything through the thick mass of squirrels surrounding the myr. Soon the squirrels returned to their trees. Nothing was left of the myr. But this was only the beginning. Soon, more myr would come. And they would have help.
So, did you like it? Chapter 2 coming whenever I get around to typing it. Please review. PLEASE. And if you think the chapters should be longer, tell me.
Note: The myr in this story were all copper myr.
Hello, I am Mike the Great. This is my first fanfic ever. EVER. Please don't flame. If you flame, I will send an army of rabid killer squirrels after you. Enjoy.
The Legend of the Tel-Jilad Squirrel.
A Mike the Great production.
Chapter 1: Of Metal Nuts and Myr
It was a quiet day in the Tangle. Well, at least it was quiet in the secret glade where the squirrels lived. The squirrels were often referred to as Tel-Jilad Squirrels. These mysterious beasts could easily gnaw through three feet of steel. One squirrel, who we'll name Bob, was minding his own business. He was quietly gathering metal nuts, such as iron acorns and steel cashews. Life was good. But soon that would change. It all started with the myr. The squirrels had never seen a myr before. They ignored the myr as it stared at them. Little did the squirrels know that Memnarch was watching them. But, the squirrels also didn't know who Memnarch was. They just gathered their nuts and scurried around in peace and happiness. But that wouldn't last for long. Bob was picking up a acorn when he heard it. He heard a rustle in the bush. He looked up. There were six myr. All six of them began to advance. Bob ran back to the central tree, where the squirrels would meet and store nuts. It was a large tree in the middle of the glade. He began to squeak madly. Soon the squirrels eyes went from a brown color to glowing red. They began to drool. Soon, at least 80 squirrels leaped from the trees, onto the myr. No one could see anything through the thick mass of squirrels surrounding the myr. Soon the squirrels returned to their trees. Nothing was left of the myr. But this was only the beginning. Soon, more myr would come. And they would have help.
So, did you like it? Chapter 2 coming whenever I get around to typing it. Please review. PLEASE. And if you think the chapters should be longer, tell me.
Note: The myr in this story were all copper myr.