Fighters of the Glade
(Stories)
Sylvia Dragonqueen's Story - by Sylvia Dragonqueen
The Invasion of Eyvazlani-by Ittimnuy
The Horse with Rabies- by Ittimnuy
Barkrose's Story- by Barkrose
Silverfur and Leaf- by Silverfur
Red Mountain- by Finbarr Kearney
Sylvia Dragonqueen's Story- by Sylvia Dragonqueen
The young dragons soared gracefully through the clouds. One,
a copper, easily flew ahead of her nestmates. "Coprany, wait
up," called a bronze.
"Your size and strength makes you slow, Brunz," the copper
yelled back. The silver shook her wedge shaped head
sorrowfully. She knew that one day her copper and bronze
nestmates would be slayers, most likely of each other. Her
thoughts turned inward, she didn't realize she dropped
behind the others.
"Hurry up, Sylvia," called a gold.
"I'm coming, Auretia!" Sylvia pushed her wings faster and
she swiftly caught up with the others. An iron spiraled down
to the ground, followed closely by the platinum and brass
dragons. With an angry snarl, Auretia dove after them.
Helplessly shrugging, Sylvia, Brunz, and Coprany quietly
followed the angry gold.
After the seven dragons landed, "What did you think you were
doing," Auretia snapped. "You are not the leaders, Zina,
Platana, Shimmerform!"
The iron dragon turned toward Auretia. "I, Zina, am more a
leader by my size than you are by your intelligence."
"I, Platana," said the platinum dragon, "am no leader."
"Neither am I, Shimmerform," responded the brass.
"Auretia!" Sylvia spat the word like the flame she breathed.
Indeed, a drop of fire flew out with the word. "I am leader.
It was our own decision in the matter. And remember what our
mothers said before they...died. Silver dragons are always
leaders." Auretia bowed her gilded head.
Noble as she was, Platana was the lowest of the metallic
dragons. She knelt before Coprany, Brunz, and Shimmerform.
Coprany turned to the other dragons. "Sylvia, Zina, and
Auretia are far to powerful. They must be destroyed. Are you
with me?"
"Yes," the others cried.
"Brunz, you and Shimmerform will take down Auretia. Platana
and I will slay Zina. Then we shall all kill Sylvia. Then we
shall rule as one," Coprany called.
Brunz grinned in pleasure. Shimmerform stretched her claws
to prepare for the kill. Platana gazed at Coprany. She knew
Coprany would try to rule over the others. She, for a
fleeting moment, thought about telling the more powerful
dragons, especially the queen. Then she shrugged and readied
herself for the kill.
Shimmerform approached her gilded comrade, Auretia. The
brass dragon's sea green eyes saw burly Brunz sneaking up
behind the gold dragon. "Yes, my lesser dragon," said
Auretia.
Before Shimmerform could respond, Brunz spat a bolt of
lightning at the gold dragon. Auretia screamed in pain.
Shimmerform leapt forward and tore golden scales from
Auretia's breast. She screamed even louder. Then she slumped
forward, nearly dead. Her killers flew swiftly away.
Sylvia flew into the glade where Auretia lay. "Who did
this," she desperately asked.
The dying dragon gasped, "Shimmerform and Brunz." Then her
head fell to the ground. Her once bright scales dimmed and
her green eyes shut slowly.
Sylvia's blue eyes narrowed. "Shimmerform and Brunz shall
fall," she vowed.
Sylvia Dragonqueen's Story, Part Four- by Sylvia Dragonqueen
Platana and Coprany soared over the cliffs where Zina made
her home. Using her sharp eyes, Coprany spotted the iron
dragon resting on an outthrust ledge. Screaming their war
cries, the airborne dragons sped down toward slumbering
Zina. Zina snapped awake, but not before Coprany could make
a near fatal blow on her back. Platana tried to hurt the
iron dragon, but she missed. Zina screamed out in agony. Her
attackers fled, knowing Sylvia would come. Sylvia, hearing
Zina's scream, left Auretia's side and took to the air. She
reached Zina just as Zina lay exhausted and in pain.
"Coprany...and Platana...,"she gasped,"tried to...kill me.
It...seems that...they...succeed..." Zina died before she
could complete her sentence, or at least her last word. The
silver dragon narrowed her blue eyes. "They will NOT KILL
ME. I swear it, by Zina and Auretia. They, who I see have
been corrupted by jealousy, are turing to evil. They MUST be
killed before their darkness can cover the world in shadow."
Sylvia sprang into flight, searching for the killers of her
closest friends.
The Invasion of Eyvazlani-by Ittimnuy
It was a cold morning, and the sun wasn't even attempting to
penetrate through the thick mass of cloud. The Beavers, who
lived in Eyvazlani were enjoying themselves, because they
knew a rainstorm was on its way, and at the moment their
beautiful river only had a couple of centimetres of water
left.
"I announce a Great Feast to be held in the Main Dam
tonight." declared the Beavers' leader, Ranebek.
All the Beavers began chattering happily among themselves,
not aware that there was a traitor in their midst. The fare
that the Eyvazlani cooks provided for humble meals, let
alone Feasts, was excellent!
Chapter Two
' You see,' Ranebek explained, 'Here is the dam, safe and
snug in the centre of our river. all the ordinary Beavers
think there's nothing wrong with it, don't they, Ittimnuy?'
Ittimnuy stood up, to attention. ' Yes sir, they al do.'
Ranebek gestured to the chair, and Ittimnuy sat.
'Chief Engineer, you explain please.' The chief engineer, a
stocky Beaver called Pudlo, got up and gestured to a chart
of Eyvazlani which was hung on the wall............
Vrigal paced up and down inside the ruins that his army had
found him. WHERE IS THAT BEAVER? he thought. HE SHOULD BE
BACK BY NOW. Every now and again, he would lash out at one
of the passing slaves, poor dormice.
'You there- go get me another whip.' 'You there- bring me
branches'
'Mouse- go and help 'im' ' You- light these
branches'..........
The Horse with Rabies- by Ittimnuy
The Ambassador had been there for many weeks now, but still he kept himself
to himself. Ittimnuy the Beaver seemed to know things that no-one else could
ever dream of. When he was approached with questions, even from the most
care-free of beasts, he would answer "You do not need to know. You have
enough problems of your own, without me loading these things of no hope onto
you." leaving the beast to turn away, looking cross or puzzled.
But one day a meessenger came into the hall where Ittimnuy and many of the
other inhabitants of Zoren Castle were resting.
"IMPORTANT NEWS," called the messenger, "THERE IS A HORSE IN OUR STABLES WHO
HAS THE RABIES! BUT WE CANNOT SHOOT HIM DOWN. HE WILL DODGE EVEN THE MOST
WELL AIMED ARROWS FROM OUR BEST SHOOTERS! SOME BRAVE BEAST MUST GO INTO THE
STABLES AND KILL HIM!"
All the beasts looked away. This was a dreadful thing to be pushed into
them. Everyone was sure of which beast it was, the strongest, and
(previously) the friendliest. But now it had the dreaded, nameless disease,
no-one wanted to approach them. They knew that the punishment for failing
was death, the horse would kill them.
The next morning, without saying anything to anyone, the Ambassador got up.
He walked down to the stables armed with a poison sabre. As he stepped out
towards the stables he didn't notice a sly adder watching him. The adder
thought 'Whatever he does, I will claim, for I have poison in my fangs."
Ittimnuy lunged. The sabre struck home, right into the horse's heart. It had
been a hard fight, but he had won. The he remembered passing the glittering
evil eyes of an adder, and he thought " I used poison. He will claim my work
for his own."
He slipped through a secret door from the back of the stable into Quenn
Streakcat's room.
"Your majesty," he spoke to the great cat, " I have slewn the ill beast.
Outside the stables, awaiting my reappearance is Glitter-eye Sliptongue. He
will come to you and claim what I have done."
Then he left the room and went back to his sleeping quarters.
The next morning there was a feast in the honour of the Ambassador, and he
became as light and friendly as anyone else. This mood would last him the
rest of his life, - and to think it had taken a mad horse to unleash it!
There was a burial party for the horse, and Sliptongue was beheaded.
Barkrose's Story- by Barkrose
A young male fox stood at the edge of a clearing where an encampment
was made. He sighed. They had been there the whole season, doing
nothing. His father, Slashclaw Yarnka, was the most feared fighter in
the mighty horde of Rakiek the Assasin, a cold-blooded killer.
A small piece of fruit struck his paw, followed by a voice," Oy Mangra,
wot yer doin'? Not playin' gaurds again, are yer?"
Mangra growled at his friend Scarnose, a weasel the same age ashimself.
"Lissin weasel, someday I'm gonna rule this horde, so yer better pay
attention now! We gotta quit Rakiek wid me ol' man and start a new
horde. 'E's gettin lazy up here in the hills, see? Goin' soft in the
brain. My ol' man says that one night if he gets any softer, his throat
is gonna be a good target-"
"Cam on Mangy, s'none of yer buisness. Let's go hunt birds."
Mangra clawed his scimitar from his waist sash as he racked out with
the other paw," Birds is it? I'll give yer birds! Take that'n'that!
Hrrrggg!" he grabbed scarnose's nose, twisting it painfuly," arright,
I'll go hunt birds, but we's gonner have a liddle heart to heart in the
woods tonight. Make sure the other lads know."
"okay, okay, I's gorrit! Thanth, yew can let go now!"
He rushed off to find the other young ones of the vermin horde, knowing
not to disobey his friend.
*CHAPTER 2*
Fire embers glowed as Mangra roasted a fat robin he had helped catch
that afternoon. Scarnose was trying to cook some pitiful vegitation and
grubs, but with no luck.
"Come on Manggy, yer got a whole bird there-" he reached a ragged paw
out for the bird. Mangra raked his claws over it making Scarnosescreech out.
"Lissen popguts, I had the spear, I cought the bird, I killed the bird,
s'mine, see! Don' put yer grubby claws near it!"
A loud cry disturbed their argument,"Charge!!!!!!!!!!! Poisonblade! Poisonblade!
CHARGGEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Half a score of young vermin charged into the firelight, waving weapons
and carrying sacks of food. One, a tall, lean ferret, by the name of
Blackclaw, slumped down next to Mangra.
"Hi there mate, wotcher want us fer? 'Ere look, I cought some kinda
fish in the stream, can I swap it fer part o' yer bird?"
"Mmmhmm..." Mangra ripped the pitiful creature apart, accepting the
half-fish from his friend,
"So mates, are we gettin' too soft?" He questioned them.
"Well, I haven't had a good scrap for ages-"
"Aye, all we've been doin' is huntin' an' fishin', like bumkins!"
"Wot we gonna do?"
Well, I thought we might quit 'is high an mighty an start up our own
'orde. Aye, that's what we'll do! On the next full moon, a score of
days from now, I want all youse ready to march, fight slay, wotever.
Go all out an fish like youse never fished afore, keep it all fer
rations. Hunt birds an get etible plants too."
A young vixen cub showed a paw. "What if you are female, like me? I see
this is going to be quite an adventure, with you at the top of a
mouintan of plunder. I see a great enemy laid in death at your feet,
the great horde you lead gleefuly feasting"
"So you are a seer then. Yes- hmm- can you fight?"
"With the best of them. I can run, jump, hide, fight, just as well as
yourself. I can do domestic work as well though."
"This is good. Make haversacks and help prepare food. Do anything you
can to help us. What do they call you?"
"Darktooth Nihtbane, vixen seer of the North!"
Silverfur and Leaf- by Silverfur
Silverfur sat by the River Moss on a bright summer day. Her fur was
silver, like her name. She had bright brown eyes. Strapped on her back
was a long slim sword. Silverfur wished it was Martin the Warrior's
sword, but she enjoyed the sun and the cool water lapping on her
footpaws. She had just left Redwall Abbey to travel the country.
Silverfur loved stories of adventure, and so she had decided to live
one. She hummed a tune that she had just made up. A sudden noise
startled her. Silverfur leaped up, drawing her sword.
"Who is it?" she called into Mossflower Woods. There was no answer.
She walked caustiously around, expecting an enemy to jump out at anysecond.
Silverfur came across an old dead oak. It was very large, and a
noise was coming from it. It sounded like someone was crying. Holding
tight to her sword, Silverfur walked up and looked behind it.
There was a little squirrel, crying into his tail. He looked up, and gasped.
Red Mountain- by Finbarr Kearney
There is a mountain near our home called Red Mountain.It has
a legend about a warrior called Mattuke. He fought the evil
sourcerer called saged the murderous one day he just
completely disappeared and he swore that he would return and
describe the evil sourcerer. A few years later a mouse went
up red mountain to explore the caves to see if sage the
murderous was there. there was a sudden scream and the mouse
was never seen again. animal after animal went up but each
disappeared like the first then one day the soul of mattuke
came back and went up the mountain and the battle began.
They fought sword against sword, magic against magic claw
against claw but the battle wasn't settled. Finally the
sorcerer fell off the mountain and swore he'd get back at
the villagers but he never did.
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