It all seemed so distant now…that day long ago on the island. Everyone had lived there, peacefully, the land never darkened by war. Palm trees glistening in the everlasting ruby sun. Simple shacks dotted the land, gardens skirting around them, full of ripe fruits such. Every creature on the island, mostly ferrets, were simple and kind. Peace seemed like it would last forever on the island until a sickening red sail appeared on the horizon.
A mighty ship glided to the tiny island, like some horrible bird of prey. All the island inhabitants peered out of windows, perplexed. Most had ever seen a ship before, because the small island was so far away from everything. The horrible thing ground to a halt on the golden shore. The males gathered what meager weapons they had: sharpened sticks, rakes, palm fronds and the like. They stood protectively in front of the females, elders and little ones. The ship seemed quite empty really; nobeast seemed to be on the decks. This caught the prepared males off guard. They slowly approached it. This is what the hidden rat, peering in-between the ship rails had been waiting for.
Suddenly rats, stoats, weasels, foxes and ermine flooded from the craft and charged at the island inhabitants, armed to the teeth. The tiny band of males took another step forward, signaling the others to run immediately. It was too late for most, struck down by arrows and spears. The others that managed to escape from the shore continued to run their fastest but were caught up by vermin and slain easily. The males who had stayed behind tried to hold the vermin up had been long since slain by superior weapons.
Confusion was everywhere but one ferret mother clutching a little one hardly more then a babe managed to get to safety. She hastily hid the small beast in a bundle of blankets when suddenly the door burst down. A fat searat stood framed in the doorway. Was armed with a vicious scimitar and was garbed in a filthy red tunic. He was at the head of a small band of vermin from the hoard, who leered at the mother and young one viciously from behind their captain. The mother screamed and tried to protect the precious bundle but was slain by a single slash of the scimitar. The searat gave a harsh grinding laugh and picked up the ferretbabe by the scruff as the band plundered the home. "Haharr, ye'll make a fine oarslave my little beauty!" He threw the young one in a dirty sack of the small home's possessions and slung it over his shoulder. He indicated the next house and left the destroyed place that once housed a happy family.
The island was soon in complete ruins; the ferretbabe was the only survivor of the tragic day. The tiny thing whimpered from within the moldy sack. Suddenly with a sudden lurch, the sack was thrown onto the ship. It thudded on the deck with considerable force, but like most babes would, this one did not cry. It just peered through the sack material at the island it would never see again. The wrecked houses in flames, carcasses strewn about everywhere…a picture the young one would never forget.
But that was so long ago.
A/N: Eep! This is my first fanfic. I've been thinking it up for awhile. Don't go crazy if it isn't that good! There are a lot of parts in this that I have to improvise really. I hope you enjoy, I like how this is starting! Also, I am aware that I don't describe much in this chapter; you have to wait for that. ;)
