A/N Yes! I have a reviewer other then my brother! (Cheers) Thank you,
Brownblade. (I think that is your name, sorry if I'm wrong...) So now I have
a reason to update! 'Cause when I had no reviewers, I had really no reason
to force myself to update. Instead, I wrote my role play character's
history, and another two fantasy original works I am doing. Maybe I'll post
them.
...
Or not.
Enjoy this chapter, and be sure to review!
(Chapter Seven)
Shadowsong's life flashed before her tawny eyes. The silver blade pointed it's icy tip at her heart. Something in her stirred.
She could not die.
Grunting with exertion, she slammed her glaive into the blade's middle, pushing it away. The gates creaked as she shoved them open.
The fox, clad in his tawdry corsair rags, grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Yah, lass, ye came. Need help from yon h'otters, yeh ken?" He chuckled at his own crude joke.
Skipper, brandishing a sword from a fallen vermin, leapt to Shadowsong's defense. "I'll teach the vermin some 'h'otter' manners!"
Shadowsong bared her canine fangs. "No, let me. I'll face him in combat!" In one swift movement, she stowed her glaive in it's strap on her back and unsheathed her rapier. "Bear your blade, fox!"
The fox growled, "No one talks tae t' mightae Scorlan lahk that!" He whipped down his blade, straight at Shadowsong's throat.
She nimbly blocked it, kicking some fallen vines around his grubby footpaws. "Take that, scum!"
Scorlan tripped on the greenery, and snarled at the wolf, "Tis yore dying dah, lassie!" He slashed out with his cutlass and whacked out her paw with his pawring.
The cutlass was thwarted, but the heavy brass pawring scored a bruise on her other paw without her rapier.
She growled deeply in pain, and with her claws, scored his face.
He reeled back, then leapt forward, colliding with Shadowsong, cutlass waving. "Yah, to the Dark Forest with ye!"
Shadowsong was hurled back with the blow, and flew back into Emerald Waters Abbey. Thrashing out with footpaws, claws, and teeth, the pair of beasts waged war.
Shadowsong snarled when his paw found her muzzle, he yelping when her nails bit deep into his maw. His cutlass forgotten, as was Shadowsong's.
But one beast had not forgotten.
As Scorlan raised a crimson paw to strike Shadowsong, his own blade, wielded by an angry beast. It hacked swiftly through the fox's neck, and the severed head rolled away.
Shadowsong was covered in blood. Blinking through scarlet eyes slowly returning to amber, she spat blood from her mouth, she saw Celces brandishing the cutlass.
The mother fox spat on the headless fox carcass. "Take that, Scorlan, not even caring for his own mate or son!"
Shadowsong gaped. "He was your mate?"
She nodded. "Aye, and left me after Shalke was born. Deserved every cut and score he got from you!" She threw the blade against the jade walls, and shattered the blade. "Huh, some warrior!"
Shadowsong weakly grinned. "Can you help me up?"
Celces pulled her up with a red paw. "Here you go, Shadowsong."
Tawny eyes flickered for a second, looking at the carnage, and then she stumbled. "I think-" she started.
Then passed out from blood loss.
(An hour later, Emerald Waters)
A damp cloth wiped over Shadowsong's wounds, soothing her. The wolf batted an eyelid, and saw a flash of brown and white fur, coupled with a reddish pelt.
"Water?" croaked Shadowsong. Dried blood matted her wounds, which was almost on every inch of her ebon fur. She struggled to sit up, but a strong webbed paw pushed her down. She collapsed without much help.
"Sit, Shadowsong, we'll get you water." The otter, probably Deyna, got up, and shouted, "She's awake!"
Another otter hurried over. "Shadowsong?" Peering closer, Shadowsong realized that it was Mhera.
"Abbess Mhera?" she asked, her dry throat making the 's'es in 'Abbess' sound like toad grunts. Deyna thrust a beaker of emerald water under her snout; she gratefully supped it, gently moistening her.
"What happened?" she inquired.
The otter nodded towards a group of beasts in a corner, bending over something. "We've decided, when you were asleep, to give the chance for beasts living her to live at Redwall. When most of them refused, some of the Redwallers, when word came to them from Chiekla, to live here."
Shadowsong blinked. "How long was I asleep?"
Nimbalo came over from the corner. "About three days, Shadowsong. You must be 'ungry!"
The female wolf nodded. "Aye, I am. Where's the vittles?"
Boorab also was nearby, and heard. "Good question, old girl. I was wondering that too!"
Deyna playfully punched the hare in the shoulder. "You're always wondering about that, Boorab that Fool."
Shadowsong laughed, then asked another question. "What happened to Scorlan's group? Where did they go?"
Nimbalo waved a paw. "All slain, buried in the woodlands. Though scum like them don't deserved a proper burial, the vermin!"
Shadowsong nodded, "Mmm...mhhmm..." she murmured, slipping into another sleep.
Moments later, a vague faced drifted into her vision. Shadowsong spoke as softly as her voice would allow.
"Thank you Martin. Again."
(End Chapter Seven and Two Stones)
A/N I didn't mention that this is the last chapter in the first A/N. Sorry.
I have two aunts over, and haven't gotten a chance to be up in my room to update. Gomen...
Well, there goes another story. Like a petal on the wind, it drifts away.
Well THAT was poetic.
Review and read my other stories please!
...
Or not.
Enjoy this chapter, and be sure to review!
(Chapter Seven)
Shadowsong's life flashed before her tawny eyes. The silver blade pointed it's icy tip at her heart. Something in her stirred.
She could not die.
Grunting with exertion, she slammed her glaive into the blade's middle, pushing it away. The gates creaked as she shoved them open.
The fox, clad in his tawdry corsair rags, grinned, showing yellow teeth. "Yah, lass, ye came. Need help from yon h'otters, yeh ken?" He chuckled at his own crude joke.
Skipper, brandishing a sword from a fallen vermin, leapt to Shadowsong's defense. "I'll teach the vermin some 'h'otter' manners!"
Shadowsong bared her canine fangs. "No, let me. I'll face him in combat!" In one swift movement, she stowed her glaive in it's strap on her back and unsheathed her rapier. "Bear your blade, fox!"
The fox growled, "No one talks tae t' mightae Scorlan lahk that!" He whipped down his blade, straight at Shadowsong's throat.
She nimbly blocked it, kicking some fallen vines around his grubby footpaws. "Take that, scum!"
Scorlan tripped on the greenery, and snarled at the wolf, "Tis yore dying dah, lassie!" He slashed out with his cutlass and whacked out her paw with his pawring.
The cutlass was thwarted, but the heavy brass pawring scored a bruise on her other paw without her rapier.
She growled deeply in pain, and with her claws, scored his face.
He reeled back, then leapt forward, colliding with Shadowsong, cutlass waving. "Yah, to the Dark Forest with ye!"
Shadowsong was hurled back with the blow, and flew back into Emerald Waters Abbey. Thrashing out with footpaws, claws, and teeth, the pair of beasts waged war.
Shadowsong snarled when his paw found her muzzle, he yelping when her nails bit deep into his maw. His cutlass forgotten, as was Shadowsong's.
But one beast had not forgotten.
As Scorlan raised a crimson paw to strike Shadowsong, his own blade, wielded by an angry beast. It hacked swiftly through the fox's neck, and the severed head rolled away.
Shadowsong was covered in blood. Blinking through scarlet eyes slowly returning to amber, she spat blood from her mouth, she saw Celces brandishing the cutlass.
The mother fox spat on the headless fox carcass. "Take that, Scorlan, not even caring for his own mate or son!"
Shadowsong gaped. "He was your mate?"
She nodded. "Aye, and left me after Shalke was born. Deserved every cut and score he got from you!" She threw the blade against the jade walls, and shattered the blade. "Huh, some warrior!"
Shadowsong weakly grinned. "Can you help me up?"
Celces pulled her up with a red paw. "Here you go, Shadowsong."
Tawny eyes flickered for a second, looking at the carnage, and then she stumbled. "I think-" she started.
Then passed out from blood loss.
(An hour later, Emerald Waters)
A damp cloth wiped over Shadowsong's wounds, soothing her. The wolf batted an eyelid, and saw a flash of brown and white fur, coupled with a reddish pelt.
"Water?" croaked Shadowsong. Dried blood matted her wounds, which was almost on every inch of her ebon fur. She struggled to sit up, but a strong webbed paw pushed her down. She collapsed without much help.
"Sit, Shadowsong, we'll get you water." The otter, probably Deyna, got up, and shouted, "She's awake!"
Another otter hurried over. "Shadowsong?" Peering closer, Shadowsong realized that it was Mhera.
"Abbess Mhera?" she asked, her dry throat making the 's'es in 'Abbess' sound like toad grunts. Deyna thrust a beaker of emerald water under her snout; she gratefully supped it, gently moistening her.
"What happened?" she inquired.
The otter nodded towards a group of beasts in a corner, bending over something. "We've decided, when you were asleep, to give the chance for beasts living her to live at Redwall. When most of them refused, some of the Redwallers, when word came to them from Chiekla, to live here."
Shadowsong blinked. "How long was I asleep?"
Nimbalo came over from the corner. "About three days, Shadowsong. You must be 'ungry!"
The female wolf nodded. "Aye, I am. Where's the vittles?"
Boorab also was nearby, and heard. "Good question, old girl. I was wondering that too!"
Deyna playfully punched the hare in the shoulder. "You're always wondering about that, Boorab that Fool."
Shadowsong laughed, then asked another question. "What happened to Scorlan's group? Where did they go?"
Nimbalo waved a paw. "All slain, buried in the woodlands. Though scum like them don't deserved a proper burial, the vermin!"
Shadowsong nodded, "Mmm...mhhmm..." she murmured, slipping into another sleep.
Moments later, a vague faced drifted into her vision. Shadowsong spoke as softly as her voice would allow.
"Thank you Martin. Again."
(End Chapter Seven and Two Stones)
A/N I didn't mention that this is the last chapter in the first A/N. Sorry.
I have two aunts over, and haven't gotten a chance to be up in my room to update. Gomen...
Well, there goes another story. Like a petal on the wind, it drifts away.
Well THAT was poetic.
Review and read my other stories please!