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Hiya. Its grubswiper again bringing you another chapter for 'An Ottermaid's Tale'.
I thank all my reviewers including......
.Brownblade
.Narfgirl
.My anonymous reviewers like Ashleg.
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Have fun reading this enjoyable fic.
(P.S) If you have any characters you want me to write about, tell me. Or it could be a certain type of creature. like a dangerous squirrel, or a curious mole, or maybe a brave otter.
Disclaimer: Every time I picture signing my name on redwall book in a borders bookstore, I have to pinch myself. I suddenly wake up and realize, it's just a dream....just a dream, dream.........mmm, fodder.
P.S My sister has been very nice to advise and help me with this chapter.
(Chapter 2, not including prologue)
The morning rose in a beautiful picture. The sun creaked up slowly above the still blue, calm sea. Near the shore, young sticklebacks lurked under lily pads, looking hopefully for the odd dragonfly zooming across the clear water. Among the sticklebacks were the trout, bluegill, sunfish, and even that one lone grayling that dominated the shore. Each waiting for something nice to catch for a scrumptious breakfast.
There was a light cool breeze that swished the cattails, tulips, roses, and daffodils, creating bright pink butterflies and lazy golden-black bumblebees to scatter off there perches.
One butterfly frantically fluttered around, trying to find a perch that doesn't swish back and forth. The insect finally attached itself a suitable hold on, which was the nose of Darkhide the weasel warlord.
The weasel impatiently swatted at the butterfly. He watched the poor creature flutter madly, but was too weak and landed on the soft green ground. For a couple seconds, moving this way and that in death throws, them lay motionless forever.
The weasel warlord stabbed at the lifeless form with his immense battlepike with satisfaction. The weasel was strong and fearless, yet smart and cunning. The chief had coarse fur that was black from tip to toe. His fear and hoard of ten score was feared throughout the south, where he had raided and murdered.
The warlord was in a bad mood. In the night, a couple of rats had tried to assassinate him while he war sleeping. He managed to hold them off while calling to his captains to seize them. For now the would be assassins were tied up to a old elm. He had no idea what to do with them, instead he had something more important on his mind.
Hidden by surrounding shrubbery and boulders, he crept up to the peaceful village. The warrior's of the village had long ago insisted on building a tall wooden-log fence, with sharpened ends to block vermin out. Darkhide scanned for weak pots for a possible way in easily.
Yes! He saw a side gate that looked like it needed repair, which actually it did. A couple of moles were going to fix the gate the next day. It was the perfect opportunity. He would never get a better spot for a place to invade.
The weasel trotted back to his vermin, which was a mix of weasels, ferrets, stoats, foxes, and rats. In a short time he entered the camp, which was a mile away. He soon got all his four captains in his tent, and aloud themselves to his special wine. For he was in a very food mood now. He soon told them his plan.
"All right, I know you lot aren't the smartest beasts, but surly you can understand what I have to say. We go in fast, and take slaves. If anyone resist, slay them. I dont car who they are, just do what you are ordered. dont try to capture old ones, kill them we have no use for them.
"If we do this right, we wouldn't have to travel anymore, and I know many of ye are tired of roaming. So if we pull this of we can stay there and I would rule. Do what your what your supposed to do. Oh and if you fail me I'll skin you alive personally! Don't think I won't."
From the look on their chiefs face, the captains knew there was no joking in their warlord's eyes. With a nod they went of to do their bidding.
As they were leaving the tent Darkhide called them.
"Wait! Not yet. I almost forgot about those wretched beasts that tried to murdered me. I need to execute them first. Get everyone to the old elm. I want every beast to see what happens to vermin who try to kill their master."
The captains nodded once again and did their orders.
In a short time every beast was at the tree, which where the prisoners were untied but now held. Soon the hoard fell silent, the chief had entered.
"Stretch them!"
the four guards that were holding the rats, took an arm each and pulled. The rats screamed in pain, which turned into fresh moans as they saw Darkhide hefted his pike which also had a ax head attached on the end, as well as a spear head.
In a flash he ran and, slammed his pike down on the first rats head. The rat did not even issue a death cry as the ax split him in two.
The second rat who saw this began pleading for his life.
"Please sire, I never try t'harm ye again! Please!"
But his pleas were cut short, as was his life, for Darkhide had did the same to the rat. He had no mercy. Without even looking at the halves of rats. He addressed his army.
"Today we are going to conquer a village up ahead, so you better be on your toes. If you mess up I will kill you worse than I have done right now.
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Well there's chap three. Hope you like it. I certainly like writing this. Please review.
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