Fleetfoot scowled. He REALLY had to itch his nose… His hands were bound and there was a rope tight around his waist that was hooked to the border of the wagon. Sootbird had done this with a sneer at the first stop.
"You're just like that despicable master of yours. Never know when to give up," he had said. Fleetfoot had already tried to escape twice and he was the only one that Sootbird treated with hate.
He tapped his foot in nervous habit on the other side of the wagon. Corey was asleep next to him along with the rest of the children captured with them. They were the oldest of the crew. In fact, the only reason they were even kidnapped was because Sootbird had as much contempt for them as they did for each other.
This had started when they truly met each other.
"Hey, Flinchfoot," Corey had said loudly. "You never said thanks for me saving your life."
This (as you probably already know) angered him a whole lot. "IT'S FLEETFOOT!"
"Whatever… You gonna' say thanks, or what?"
You could vaguely see the steam protruding from his ears. "Definitely 'or what'."
"Well, fine! Next time you're about to die, I'll just look the other way and say, 'GOOD RIDDANCE'."
"And the same to you.." he said coldly and they didn't speak to each other again.
It was the dead of the night and they'd been riding for a few days now, only stopping when the children had begun to cry from hunger. Fleetfoot and Cory had been sharing was little food they did have so that they were double the starving.
He had an odd feeling that they were getting closer the Adderhead's castle, not to mention the faint smell of the sea. He was right. And as he finally nodded off, the silver fortress came into crystal view.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness.. Unfortunately the Bluejay's point of view won't be much longer. After that, it gets a whole lot more action-packed.