Note: I own nothing in this fic but Star her family and my Dibbuns.
Deyna woke with a start he was drenched with sweat and his heart was racing. He got up and went to the window he starred out over Mossflower and the grounds of the Abbey; he took deep breaths to calm himself.
He felt very shaken, so shaken in fact he went down to Martin's tapestry and sat facing him watching him intently waiting for an answer to his many questions.
Questions about the dream that he'd just had, he saw strange creatures, murder, war and slavery. It made his blood boil at the sight of all those wretched creatures in chains. He hoped for their sake it was all in his head but somehow he knew that wouldn't be the case.
It was nearly dawn when Deyna came out of his drifting state as Friar Bobb crept past him followed closely by Broggle. Deyna went and dressed he then stationed himself above the main gate, with the Sword of Martin strapped to his back.
Abbey life went on as usual on the grounds below him; he alternated between watching the path ahead of him and the grounds below. He smiled as he watched the Dibbuns running rings around Boorab and Nimbalo, Ruby and Boomer were always the ringleaders Boomer especially, Ruby followed him blindly no matter what.
At the moment the game was 'climb the haredee gurdee' much to Boorabs despair, Deyna soon found it hard to hold back his laughter at the antics of the Dibbuns. Boomer was having great fun holding onto Nimbalo's tail, while Ruby was leading in a game of 'follow the leader and hide from Boorab'.
He found himself wanting to join them and reclaim the dibbunhood he lost out on in the Juska camp, playing was almost forbidden, training, training and more training that was how he spent his youth.
Something was telling him to watch the path leading to the Abbey, he didn't know why but it felt it shouldn't be left unguarded. An inner voice seemed to be controlling him at the moment, that and Martin showing him dream after dream messing with his head.
Deyna leant on the battlements and closed his eyes, he saw all the strange creatures again but they were happy, celebrating something. Three young creatures were the centre of attention, but the happiness did not last, an arrow came out of nowhere straight into the heart of one of the creatures.
Then all chaos ensued, hordes of vermin appeared and attacked the small party. They soon stood defeated forced to lie face down in the sand to face their captors.
He then saw the face of the leader a snarling grinning triumphant looking wolf, his horde fell back to let him through. Fear was evident on the faces of the vermin and the conquered tribe creatures.
Deyna wanted to take Martin's sword and avenge the creatures; he wanted to take the grin off that cruel tyrants face.
A voice then spoke to him; instinctively he knew it to be Martin.
"Deyna hold your anger your time will come, wait for the Lord, the maid and the ten score."
He shook his head to rid himself of the fuzzy feeling the dreams had left, he felt determined he wanted to make it right and avenge those vanquished creatures. He drew Martin's sword and held it tightly in his paw, his gaze never left the path.
Sorry for the lack of updates ppl, I've been so busy. This isn't a very long chapter but I felt it necessary. Hope you enjoy it. Btw meeting Brian Jacques was awesome! He is a great guy and he signed my Taggerung poster! Whoot! And he told us about his new book High Rhulain and the one he's planning next! But he swore us to secrecy sorry guys! The next chapter you may find a little boring so I apologise in advance but it is also necessary!
Until then enjoy!
