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  1. #1
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    Legacy of Luke

    Enjoy, Legacy of Luke

    “Hey you there, young fellow!”

    Luke came to his senses. He had been marching along with the rest of his slave group. Just like everyone there, Luke wasn't thinking of the events taking place around him. He wasn't listening to the birds morning song or looking around at the beautiful sights placed as far as the eye could see. He traveled mindlessly, like a zombie and knew by instinct the guards orders so he never had to think.

    “Oh... um yes?” inquired Luke.

    “You look like you need a bit of company.” said the short, stout old mouse.

    Luke couldn't help but smile at this strangers kindness.

    “Yes, thank you.” said the young sturdy mouse.

    “My name is Lance. I come from a small isolated island called Sterndum which is quite the opposite of what we call it. It's a free and happy place known to very few was at least. All it is now is one big pile of rubble.” Lance looked down and whimpered “ Kotir conquered the island in less than a day and captured some and killed most. Those vermin deposed of my family and kept me because I was apparently just a good worker. Now look at what slavery has reduced me and bone. Where do you come from and what's your name boy?” asked the talkative mouse.

    “ My name is Luke and I have no recollection of where I lived. Although I remember specks of my parents. I also have a locket... I don't know where I got it though.” Luke looked down thinking about the few memories he had.
    “What...what happened to you that made you end up here?” asked Lance
    Luke started at the ground. “”

    He had to get to camp as fast as he could. While taking a stroll in the woods he happed upon the largest slave line he had ever beheld. It didn't take long for him to realize what must be done. He had to inform the general with utmost haste. He kept on until he saw a familiar sight. Camp Back Worth.
    Everything was completely silent after what Luke had said. Lance was trying to cheer up the poor boy after what horror it seems he had been put through

    “Son, cheer up, one day you will be free to do whatever you want. You will
    be free to have a family, free to raise them, free to become famous, free to be a warrior, free to have fun, free to enjoy life.” stated Lance.

    Luke stared off into space. He believed what Lance said would never happen, but just nodded in response.

    “Luke, I hope one day you will...”


    “Yeough!” screamed Lance

    “Stop talking worm! I have to keep you alive not comfortable!” exclaimed a nasty looking rat.

    Lance cast a mean glare at the ray, just to be whipped again.

    “Stop!” Yelled Luke.

    “Wha? Oh you mean stop this?”, retorted the impudent rat and started

    whipping Lance crazily ,“ha ha!Stop tis'? Want me to!”

    Luke jumped up like a mad beast even though his hands were tied he managed one agile kick with both his feet onto the rat's chest, thus shoving the rat onto the ground.

    “Hmp! Stupid mouse, I'll run you through!”

    Luke quickly realized what he just did and fell and tripped on accident. It didn't take long for the rat to start butting him with his spear.

    “You stupid mouse! I'll kill you for what you did! Slow and painful to!”

    The other slaveholders caught on fast and tried to stop the rat.

    “Stop that! You know the slave master at Archdam will kill us if we lose even one prisoner!”

    “I want to kill him to matey but I don't want to get whipped and starved again!”

    Soon the rat calmed down and completely ignored Luke.

    “???? that rat...ouch!” cried Luke.

    Luke was quickly forced up ,bleeding and bruised by a fat rat.
    “Right this way Lieutenant”

    “Otters! Our scout Breakwave say's they've headed north in this direction!”
    A roar from well over two score otter could be heard for miles away.
    “What in hell's gates was that?” shouted tubby rat.

    “I don't know Deadclaws, but I don't like it... alert the troops, hide the slaves. I think we just might have some trouble.”

    Meanwhile, on the south end of the slave line.

    “Woah! What was that? It sounded close!" Yelled Luke surprised.

    “I don't know Luke. It sounded like a twenty score army.”

    Luke put his arms in a weird angle and shouted, “What? Twenty score?”

    “Perhaps thirty, I've heard bigger yell out.” stated Lance.

    Luke jumped up startled, “Thirty? Thirty!Ahhh!”

    “Calm down Luke! We're north of mossflower, close to the boarder of good and evil they call it. Hopefully it's an army of goodbeasts."

    “Hey you! That mouse that was beaten on the head by Redfang!" shouted tubby rat.

    Luke simply looked at the rat with his deep blue eyes.

    “Get into line you lazy good for nuthin' not payin' attention worthless slave!”

    “He doesn't have to get into line for anything.”

    Upon a hill stood an otter with a scimitar in his sheave.

    “Wha...a wavedog... go away our I will rip you to pieces.” barked the gluttonous rat.

    “You know, your a rather short rat to be ordering anyone around.”

    “ The names Deathworm and don't go around calling me short you wavedog!.”

    “What? Your to far down, I can't hear you.”

    “I'll rip you to shreds!” roared Deathworm

    “Hmm, you want to kill me? I see we don' eye to eye on things! Ha!” snickered the otter.

    “Oh, soon we will be eye to eye, when I have your head on a platter!” growled Deathworm

    The otter prepared his scimitar.

    “Come and get some rat...”

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    Chapter two entitled The cowards, all of em

    “Come and get some rat...”

    Deathworm charged with all his might, with a rather large sword, at the otter. The otter parried and jumped back surprised at the rats speed. Deathworm kept swinging his sword, and the otter kept parrying with his scimitar. Metal clashed and sparks flew as Deathworms onslaught grew longer.

    “He...that otter seems like he isn't having much trouble blocking that rats attacks.” pointed out Lance.

    Luke never replyed, he was to much into the battle.“Kill that rat! Show him what it's like to die!”

    “Luke! What are you saying? I know we all hate him, but that's vermin talk!” Lance shouted in agape.

    “Lance, all of these years that specific rat has been torturing me. I've had him as my slave guard many times because I used to be wild and constantly attempted to escape. Soon, the slavemasters started appoint harsher guards until they found this particular one. He would always beat me up for no reason, I'm glad to see him getting beaten by an otter.” said Luke with hate.

    “The otter hasn't even swung his scimitar yet Luke.”

    It soon became obvious that the otter was simply toying with Deathworm and apparently the rat didn't see this.

    “Wavedog! Why don't you swing your scimitar? Are you truly afraid like the rest of your kind? I am obviously stronger ,faster, and more agile than you. This battle was over when it started!”

    “Don't get too cocky rat!”

    With that, the otter swung his scimitar into the rats sword, thus propelling the sword into the air and he quickly stuck his scimitar close to the rats neck. All the rat did was smile.

    “Congratulations wavedog, one down one score to go....” shot the rat quickly.

    “Stop calling me wavedog!” screeched the otter, and he stabbed his scimitar into the rats neck.

    “Thank you otter! Thank you!” yelled Lance in admiration.

    “Heh, the name's Waveback, nice to meet you, now get out of our way.” said Waveback rudely.

    “Our way?” Asked Lance puzzled.

    Waveback pointed to a hill to an empty hill to the south.

    “Watch.” with that he put his hands to his mouth and whistled.

    At first, the hill was desolate, but soon the head of an otter could be seen and following that a few more. In around a half minute the whole hill was covered with gray uniformed otters. It seemed as though it was no longer a hill but a gray blanket.

    “Wow...” stated Luke quietly.

    Luke took a glance at Lance. His eyes were tearing up and a magnificent smile played on his face.

    “Otters! Today we fight to save many a innocent life. There are hundreds of slaves and around a score of guards! Victory is ours!”


    “Run fer' yer' lives!”

    A rat had seen the whole episode that just happened.

    “What is it mate?” asked an extremely puzzled rat.

    “Otters...attack..kill Deathworm...”

    A rat who was watching said, “Mate, take a breath what happened?”

    “There was a battle on the south end of the line where Deathworm hangs behind everyone just incase something bad is near. An otter came and fought with him and quickly killed him. Not long after....the otter whistled and there were wavedogs everywhere! I dunno' how many...perhaps fourty score o” em.

    It took a few seconds for the rats words to soak into his fellow guards but when it did, all the rats cowered.

    “Everyone run “fer “yer lives!”

    “Everyone! Abandon the slaves let them have what they want! Run!”

    Every single rat fled, leaving all of the slaves confused at what was happening.


    “Just over this hill lieutenant Waveback.” claimed Breakwave, the otter.

    “Okay, that's enough Breakwave, take these two mice and head back to camp and get everyone to prepare dinner. I'm sure this is an ensured victory. Also, make sure they prepared enough for fifty extra. You've done good've done good.”, as Breakwave took leave, the lieutenant issued orders to his troops prudently,” Everybeast, this is a simple charge, there should not be a beast injured because we are going to take them by surprise.”

    “Breakwaveeeeeeeee!” screamed proudly few score otter as the descended down the hill.

    “Everybeast, look! Otters they've come to save us!”

    Instead of a hoard of rat's battle cries, cries of freedom rang out around the confused otters and all they could do was sit there and be confused for a while.

    “Sir, by your color of uniform, i'd' say you were the captain here.”

    It didn't take long for Breakwave's senses to come back.

    “Hello, the name is Breakwave young headgehog. What happened to the score of guards?”

    “They up and left us. There was a rat who seemed terrified who came frum' that southern hill yall' charged over. He said there were forty score otter coming from the south to kill everybeast here. They completely forgot about us and left.”

    “I see.... well we avoided conflict, the bad thing is those vermin are free to kill another day. replied Breakwave, Otters! It seems as though all of the rats fled in fear! Each otter break up into groups of two and accompany one former slave. We head back to camp!”

    “Yes, sir!” cried all of the otters as they quickly and efficiently broke up into groups of two and accompanied the former slaves. When everybeast was headed northward to camp Back Worth, the lieutenant quietly remarked, “The cowards, all of em. I knew something like this would of happened. I just hope those rats don't go back to Kotir and alarm Sabreclaw about this little mishap.”


    Luke proudly took the chains he had grown accustomed to off with the help of one of his saviors, Breakwave.

    “Thank you, thank you! I thought that a day like this would never have come!”

    “Your welcome mate, whats your name?” inquired Breakwave.

    “Luke, and this is Lance, Luke pointed to Lance, who was still stunned that he was free, that captain said that your name was Breakwave, am I right?”

    “Of coarse matey, and please stop calling him captain, he's the lieutenant of Back Worth.”

    “Back Worth.... is that some sort of settlement?”

    “No, just a makeshift camp that we have been living in. We have been there for months, and still we can barely get much further. This is supposedly just the surface of Kotir's realm. I can't imagine what it's like further in. It seems like every time we send otters out on an expedition south, they never come back, or come back insane.” said Breakwave somewhat darkly.

    “Insane?” asked Luke stunned.

    “Yes, paranoia... they've come rarely talking and when they do talk, they make no sense. We have had no one otter come back the same that they left....listen, you were just freed don't worry about what's not yours to worry about. Just worry about your future.”

    “Oh, I see.... I thank you again for saving me.”

    The otter smiled, “Your welcome mate, we should be coming up to camp very soon.”

    That was the happiest day of Luke's life he had ever had, and it all happened so very fast. He was happy, but in the back of his head it seemed as like his happiness would come at a dear price and he couldn't shake the feeling. As they traveled through the woods Luke tried to think of his future like the otter said, he tried to think of what he must do and what his purpose in life will be. He will become someone and he was determined to do just that.

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    Chapter 3 entitled- What Price

    “mmmm this is great! What do you call it?”

    “Eh, Luke, your eating the bowl my dear.”

    “Oh, so this is a bowl Mrs. Humblefur? I had heard about these from the older slaves at times. Whats this?” Luke held up a small object with three pointy ends.

    “Thats a fork m'dear'.” said Mrs. Humblefur nicely.

    “Oh, so this stuff inside of the bowls my food?, Luke tasted it, wow this stuff is really great!”

    “Yes, I know all of the soldiers can't wait until I make my famous Humblefur soup!, she stood up onto a table and made a fist than pointed it toward the tent's top, I know my duty in filling these soldiers stomachs! When their hungry I'm there! When they come back from war I'm there!”

    Mrs. Humblefur was so in trance with herself that she had forgotten about Luke and a few other guests who just sat there bewildered at the scene she was making.

    Luke than stubbornly pointed out, “Eh,Mrs. Humblefur , are you okay? Your acting kind of strange.

    At that moment her cheeks went rose red and she got off the table.

    “I'm sorry Luke, she said distastefully, I get like that sometimes., than she suddenly had a mood swing and brightened up, I'm proud of my son Cornelius Humblefur the otter warrior, which sometimes gets me in those moods.”

    “Aye, something to be very proud about mam'.”

    “Lance thank you, the lieutenant ordered that we give seconds to the guests. Do you want some?”
    “Yes please Mrs. Humblefur and thank you.”

    “How about you Luke, do you want seconds?” , asked Mrs. Humblefur as she poured the ladle into her special soup pot to get Lance's food.

    Luke didn't answer, he had taken his old locket out of his pocket and was stareing at it.

    “Luke, is something wrong?”

    Luke snapped back to reality and replied, “No thank you mam, you know, I'm just wondering if somehow you could open this locket for me? The hinges were sealed shut and I want to know whats inside.” Luke ran his fingers around the sides and felt a bumpy pattern where the locket used to open up.

    “Here give it to me.” demanded Mrs. Humblefur.

    Luke gently handed her the locket and made sure that it didn't fall. It felt strange to be trusting anybeast with something he held dear.

    “On the back... it says to my son Luke.”

    “Yes mam Mrs. Humblefur. From that I concluded my name was Luke.”

    “Do you not remember your parents?”

    “Bits and specks but nothing major. Every time I smell smoke it strangely reminds me of them and memories flood back to me like a tidal wave.”

    Humblefur quickly put the locket back into Luke's hands and begun to run out the tent's door yelling, “I'll look at it later Luke! I've got to give Mrs. Tidalwave back one of her books that I've held on....”

    After she back she was already out of the door and by the time she got to on no one could make out what she was saying.

    “Hmm, what an odd otter, very nice, but odd at that.” remarked a fieldmouse near the back of the tent.


    “Lieutenant, another expedition band has returned.”

    “Did they disobey orders like the last one and go too far in?”

    “It seems as though sir, there are only five left of the eleven there was and they have all changed in the same way the rest have.”

    “??????... that's the last band we're going to send out.. Cornelius, make each survivor accompany any tent. I suggest you keep one in your mothers. Oh, please tell her that her soup was excellent as always, your dismissed.”

    Cornelius saluted his lieutenant and said, “Yes sir! I'm sure she will be most proud lieutenant Waveback!”


    Beyond the hills the sun had gone down in a most amazing sunset in all it's glory. Luke wasn't accustomed to seeing sunsets because he had lived in a dungeon most of his life. He only saw them when he was transferred between prisons. He just wanted to sleep there instead of in a tent. He was beginning to doze off when he heard footsteps.

    “Hello? Who was that?”

    “Sorry Luke, it's just me, Mrs. Humblefur. Wait a second... what in the name of fur are you sleeping out here for?”

    “I wanted to sleep outside for a change, I hate sleeping indoors.

    “March yourself right inside this instant young man!” screamed Mrs. Humblefur

    “Why? I'm having the best time I've had in a long time out here.”

    “Because if there was an attack on the camp it would defiantly mean the end of your life! Get inside! Now!”

    “Okay, stop yelling you'll wake the whole camp up.”

    “Oh... Luke I'm sorry, I am never usually in this kind of mood.”

    “What's wrong?”

    “Nothing you should worry about, now go inside the tent.” Mrs. Humblefur pointed toward the tent and than started toward it herself.


    As Luke was drifting off to sleep he was wondering why Mrs. Humblefur was very angry. He was accustomed being yelled at as it happened to him very often. That was not the thing that worried him. Right before he fell asleep he decided next time she goes off somewhere he would follow him. He had to figure out how he could somehow help her since she had helped him, that is if she even needed help.


    The next morning began quite late. The otters never bothered waking up the guests and began their work without hesitation. Luke rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked outside. The sun was very bright in the sky with no hint of the color orange and all of it was visible. To Luke this meant it was right before midday. He was one of the last guests to wake up and he saw the lieutenant barking out orders to his troops. Luke prompted to help but the lieutenant refused.

    “Not today mouse, you were just freed from a life of work. A week or so off and than perhaps. You need to get your strength up to help us anyway mouse.”

    “I'm sorry for asking than lieutenant, and the names Luke.”

    “I don't really care about your name. Do you think I can be expected to remember everybeasts name? Please go and enjoy life for a week with the guests and get away from me.”

    With that, the lieutenant completely ignored Luke and began to bark out some more orders. Luke sighed and began to walk away to explore the woods a bit.

    “Luke, come here!”

    He looked over to where the noise had come from.

    “Luke, I saw what the lieutenant did to you don't worry about it hes like that to everybeast just about.

    It was Mrs. Humblefur.
    “ Give me your locket. I'll take it to the smithy and we will see what he can do about it.”

    “Thanks a whole lot Mrs. Humblefur, said Luke while he handed the locket to the ottermaid, please please don't drop it or anything. I've barely managed to keep it secret for all these years.”

    “Don't worry, it's safe with me Luke.” ensured Mrs. Humblefur.

    “Mrs. Humblefur, before you go, what's your first name?”

    “Bonnet, Luke”

    “Bonnet... I like that name.”

    As Bonnet took leave, the same feeling that came over Luke the day he came to the camp took over him.

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    Chapter four entitled- Luke's Lesson

    Luke stared up into the night sky. It was filled with hundreds of flickering stars. He had always wondered what those were. Perhaps there was somebeast up there turning them on and off. He also knew he would never know. The logic of his theory was rather dull. It was long after sunset and he knew Mrs. Humblefur would be angry if he never returned. Luke got up and started walking down the hill he was on toward the tent.


    “Luke...Luke...wake up.”

    Luke felt someone shaking him. He had a strange lightheaded feeling on the inside of his head as his eyes became adjusted to the darkness.

    “Wha...whoz' there?”

    “It's me Lance.. get up now.”

    Luke got up like Lance ordered.

    “Here take this.” Lance gave him an old looking rusty iron sword.

    Luke stared at it a moment before answering. “What do you want me to do with this?”

    “I'm going to teach you to fight Luke...”

    “What? Why? Nothing bad has happened, we're leaving tomorrow heading north.”

    “Exactly my point, come outside and follow me.”

    Luke began to follow him, What's he mean his point?

    At first it seemed like Lance was heading toward the lieutenant's tent in the middle of the camp, but he took a left turn heading out of the camp. When he got out of the camp he kept on going until he decided to hide behind some heavy brush.

    “This should do....”

    Lance stood there unarmed as he said, “Luke attack me with your sword with all your might.”

    “But..but.. your should I put this...uh.....hmm....old.”

    “Luke attack me and lets just see if age has anything to do with it.”

    “Alright, here I come.”

    Luke began to charge when Lance shouted, “You idiot! Your not supposed to warn your enemy when your going to attack!”

    With those words Lance quickly ran over to Luke, crouched, tripped him while at the same time taking the sword from him hand while he was still falling and pointed the blades tip toward Luke's neck.


    Luke simply laid there fascinated by Lance's move. He couldn't get it through his head how Lance, being as old as he is, managed to do that with such grace and skill.

    “Get up”, shot Lance as he threw the sword down onto Luke, “Try again.”

    What the hell is wrong with Lance's attitude today?, thought Luke as he proceeded to pick up the sword, Usually he is concerned or cheerful.

    “What are you waiting for, summer's feast? Attack me ??????!” bellowed Lance.

    Luke attacked without warning, only to swing to thin air where Lance once was.

    “Oucc!” spat out Luke as Lance quickly swung his fist into Luke's stomach.

    Luke was used to being beaten up, but he felt there was a fine line between being beaten up by a buff guard rat than an old mouse. He fell onto the ground trying to recover his breath.

    “ Is there something wrong Luke?”

    Luke just sat there, I'll show him, he thought.

    “Luke, there is no way a little punch in the stomach crippled you that much get up and fight!”

    Luke didn't reply.

    “I see Luke, your a wuss, you are scared of me and don't want to fight anymore.”

    Stop taunting me, thought Luke.

    “Luke, you stubborn little rat, your going to end up dead if you don't learn to suck it up, get the hell up an swing.”

    Luke, with all his might, shoved his legs upward to stand, and swung with his fist at Lance's face.

    “To slow.”

    Lance parried Luke's attack with one of his hands while shifting his feet behind Luke. He help on with one hand, tightly to Luke's fist and shoved his other hand onto his elbow and pushed upward hard.

    “This is what it feels like when someone is about to break your elbow Luke.”

    “Owwww! Lego' of me old mouse!” shouted Luke in pain.

    Lance let go of his fist with his right hand, extended it out to where Luke's neck was, grabbed hold of it, and tripped him.

    “As you can plainly see age has nothing to do with it Luke.”

    “All that to learn a lesson old one?” snapped Luke.

    Quickly, Luke extended his leg and tripped Lance right when it seemed as though he was getting over-confident. By the time Lance had hit the ground, Luke was up starring down at him.

    All of the sudden without must reason, Lance busted out laughing,“hahateheho! That's the way young un!”

    Lance stood up and dusted himself off.

    “Now sit, I'll teach you some things that could decide weather you lose the battle or not.”

    Luke sat as Lance began showing him ways to defend himself, “Now, if anybeast lets his chest wide open you extend your arm and punch them in the stomach, but make sure that you keep your other hand back to parry just encase it's a trick.”

    Luke listened intently to all of the things Lance was teaching him. He still felt like he would play apart in something and that strange feeling will come over him again, but he just shrugged it off and listened to everything Lance had to say.

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    Chapter five entitled- Patients is the key!

    Today was the big day! After two long months of being stationed at Camp Back Worth, it was time to up and leave to the north. It had been three weeks since the slaves had been freed and most of them had become strong enough to make the journey by now. For two weeks Luke had been learning hand to hand lessons and a few tricks with the common sword. Lance had tested him with everything from a dagger to a battle ax and it seemed to Lance he was most adept with the longsword and broadsword.

    “Are you ready Luke?” asked Lance.

    “Where's Mrs. Humblefur ,Lance? She said that the smithy would open the dang thing today.”

    “ I believe Bonnet said she was off helping somebeasts pack the food. I believe by now you should know the way the the food area.”

    “That I do Lance.” Luke took off, throwing open the tent's flaps. He made a right and headed toward the lieutenant's tent, but he stoped short at a vertically blue and gold striped tent and went in. He looked around to see if Bonnet was anywhere to be found. There were at least fifteen otters in here and a lot of them looked alike to Luke. Luke was about to call out her name when he heard, “ Luke! Toodleoo! Over here!”

    That was of coarse Mrs. Humblefur. He ran over to greet her.

    “Mrs. Humblefur, there you are, I wanted to talk to you about the locket.”

    “Yes, that's what I was trying to find you for, she pointed to huge gruff looking otter with a patch over his left eye, this is out smithy Jhonus.”

    Luke stuck his hand out to greet him, “Nice to meet you Jhonus.” But all he got was a big grunt from the buff otter.

    “Jhonus here decided to take time from his busy schedule to open the locket for you.” remarked Bonnet like she chose the words very carefully.

    “Well where is it, give me it.” demanded Luke.

    “Be patient mouse!, loudly shot Jhonus, I have to actually open it before I give it to you....right?....right!”

    “Y-y-y-es Jhonus, you right.” said the timid Luke.

    “Good, now let me get to work while you go help nice Mrs. Bonnet with whatever she wants.”

    Luke saluted,“Yes sir Mr. Jhonus sir.”

    “Oh please, my full name's Jhonus Wadewater Humblefur.” Jhonus said casually.

    “What? Bonnet your related to this giant!”

    “Why yes Luke, he's my husband.”

    After Bonnet's surprising words Luke started drooling to the mouth and was wide eyed.

    Luke impolitely pointed to Jhonus “So he's Cornelius Humblefur's father?”

    “Yes I am now get away from me while I work you impudent mouse!” screamed Jhonus.

    Luke quickly looked away from the intimidating otter and Bonnet accompanied him to the door.

    “Your going to have to forgive my husband. He is actually in a rather good mood right now, but doesn't bond well with others, Bonnet looked down and Luke heard her quietly state, that must be why im constantly reminded why I fell in love with him, than without warning she suddenly looked up in the sky and said I love you Jhonus because you were so stubborn! I love that in an otter! To bad our son wasn't as hard headed as you were!”

    Luke had become accustomed to these strange mood swings and quietly commented, “You have very strange taste Bonnet.”

    “Herm' what you say?”

    “Eh... what kind of chores where you thinking of since your husband mentioned the word 'chores'.”

    “First, I need you to help me pack all this food, bonnet pointed behind her toward a few hundred crates, than before we leave I'm positive my husband will have your locket open. After you see your locket and our band travels till' nightfall, Bonnet stuck her fingers out and every time she named something she stuck one up, prepare food, clean dishes, clean my husbands weapons, his battle ax, my sons tent.... yes his tent, and finally we can eat and sleep. Any questions?

    Luke felt as if his heart was ripped “No, Mrs. Humblefur.”

    “Good, than let's get apackin'!”

    The remainder of the morning and into the afternoon was grueling. Luke was forced to carry around fifty, eighty pound crates to the center of the camp, along with Bonnet and a few other otters, to distribute evenly among nearly every otter warrior there.

    When the chore was done, Bonnet suggested, “Why don't we eat? I'm starving.”

    By now Luke had learned to be very patient with other beasts, “Yeah I suppose....”

    “Okay, how's bread and cheese sound with water? We don't have cooked food right now. You know I'd like some October ale or some candid chest nuts right now. Perhaps a Chocolate pie sprinkled with all kinds of yummy toppings! I'd also like burly ale and....”

    Another strange mood swing. Luke was fed up with these, especially this one. He couldn't help but drool at the mouth and watch her go on and on with food he only had heard of.

    *Nearly twenty minutes later*

    “Some red wine would be nice and those nice things called potatoes. You know the last time I've had grapes was when our group traveled through a grapevine infested forest. For a while it was fun but than these strange, small mice popped out of nowhere and started to fight us. We were well able to get out of the forest with no casualties and minor damage. I greedily stole some grapes and the rest is history.”

    Luke was glad she was finally done talking and was well ready to eat.

    “You know judging by the suns position I'd say it's a bit to late to eat, let's just go and check on your locket.”

    Luke closed his eyes and said rather agitated, “Fine..”


    “Jhonus where are you m'dear?”

    “Over here...” grunted Jhonus.

    “ Husband, Luke want's to know if your done opening the locket.”

    “I was done with that along time ago, around ten minutes after you left.”

    Now, Luke was really agitated.

    Hands shaking Luke replied, “Well than sir, can you hand me the locket?”

    It seemed like Jhonus completely ignored Luke and told Bonnet, “Are you done packing yet, Bonnet?”

    “Yes Jhonus, what we should be worried about is if our son is packed. When it comes to scouting our son is the best, but when it comes to tidiness he is horrible, upkeep as well.”

    “I agree, go check on our son and the lockets as good as Luke.”


    A few minutes later on the other side of the camp

    “Ahh, here's my sons tent.”

    Bonnet and Luke stepped inside to what appeared to be Hellsgates ,but was just an extremely messy room.

    “Cornelius why are you always making such a mess? Cornelius.... hello where you you?”

    No reply.

    “Ohh, I'll check on his desk, he usually leaves a note there when he needs something.” suggested Bonnet.

    Bonnet walked over to his desk, which seemed like a million miles away with all of the books, scrolls, and unsurprisingly enough food on the ground. Sure enough a messy old crumpled note was there.

    Bonnet skimmed through it and told Luke, “He's gone ahead with a team of scouts to check if it will be safe travel or not. I guess we will have to just clean this whole place up.”

    Luke pointed to Bonnet and snapped, “But s-said that we will be cleaning it up after we set camp later on today.”

    “Oh.. I did. I guess we are going to have to do it twice in one day. That boy makes messes faster than a cyclone can topple a small house.”

    Luke let his arms fall to his sides, “You know Bonnet your a very devoted mother...”

    “Let's get to cleaning and packin' essentials up, two hours before we leave at most!”

    While they began cleaning Luke finally realized why Bonnet was so strange. She was always busy. She had no time for fun. She took others before herself. Luke liked that about Bonnet and it cheered him up that someone could be so nice.

    Nearing the end of cleaning the room, Bonnet was inclined to ask, “You know, I've always wondered why your so....happy. You know since you've been enslaved practically as long as you can remember.”

    Luke stopped cleaning for a second or to to think.

    “I think in light of recent events, everything seems cheerful and has rubbed off on me. I feel like life couldn't get any better. A friend like you and Lance, realizing I'm free to do mostly whatever I want, free to have a family, free to raise it, free to have fun at times, and free to enjoy life now as it is.”

    “Luke, I couldn't have put it any better. Now look, we're done cleaning his tent and packed his things, Bonnet motioned toward two heavily packed bags, let's go see what's in your locket.


    As they came out the tent Luke thought about what as inside that locket, as he had worked so hard to open it. Perhaps it was a note telling why he was taken into slavery. The truth, that's all Luke had ever truly wanted.

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    Chapter 6 -On the inside PART ONE! TEXT TO LONG

    “Haloo' Jhonus!”, no answer.

    Bonnet opened the tent flaps going into the smithy, “You know dear you must pack this tent up we are leaving in forty or so minutes.”, still no answer.

    “Mrs. Humblefur, my locket's on a table near his anvil, I'll go get it.” said Luke.

    “Okay dear you do that, where in this world is my husband?”

    Luke walked over to the small wooden table near Jhonus's anvil. He picked up the locket and examined
    it. Where the bumpy area on the sides used to be there is now a flat surface with a small opening. He opened the locket.

    “Luke, what's inside of it?” asked Bonnet.

    Luke stared at it for a few seconds before answering, “Two very small paintings, one of a male mouse and one female with the name Laterose etched right over it.

    “Might I see the locket, Luke?

    Luke handed Bonnet the green locket.

    “Looky here, that male mouse's face looks like yours and the mousemaids eyes and ears have the same color and pattern as yours. These must be your parents Luke.” suggested Bonnet.

    “Might be, for all we know they could be my brother and sister, or my aunt and uncle.”

    “But on the back it says to my son Luke.”


    Luke was sorely disappointed. He had done all of that for an answer but only got the faces of two mice that had similar characteristics of him. If they truly were his parents it was nice to know, but why in the world did they give him up? What could compel two parents to give up their own son?

    “So, these must be your parents.”


    “Here, Bonnet handed the locket back to Luke, keep it safe always, you never know when you might need it or when it could come in handy.”

    As Luke took the locket he said, “Thank you Bonnet, for everything, you've helped me so much your a true friend.”

    Bonnet smiled, “Your welcome Luke. You can go now, meet Lance. I've got to find my husband and son because we usually travel together.”

    “See you later Bonnet!”, and with that Luke was off. He put the locket in a pocket on the habit he was wearing, stormed out the tent flaps, and ran all of the way to the other side of the camp to meet Lance.


    “Lieutenant I've found something!”

    “What is it Cornelius?”

    “Tracks sir.”

    The lieutenant ran over to Cornelius.

    “Ay' those are tracks all right. By the look of it their mostly ferret and rat tracks.”

    Cornelius wasn't listening to lieutenant Waveback but was staring in horror at something on the ground near them.

    “What is it scout, tell me.” demanded Waveback.

    “?????? lieutenant it's otter tracks....”



    “Luke are you ready to go?”

    Luke glanced at Lance who was sitting on his cot with a bag of food and the old rust iron sword at his side.

    “Yes I'm ready.”

    “Good, than your bag of food and a small dagger is waiting for you near your cot. Don't forget to roll your cot up, I should do the same to mine now that I think about it, Lance began rolling his cot up, Meet you outside.”


    “Lieutenant welcome back to camp.”

    Waveback ignored the gate guard and continued walking, with Cornelius to Waveback's tent.

    “Sir, what do you purpose we do about those tracks?” questioned Cornelius.

    “Nothing, you saw just about how many different sets of tracks there were both little and big. I suggest we pack up the camp as soon as possible. I'm sorry Cornelius, I just won't risk the lives of many otters to save one or two.”

    With a grieving face, Cornelius quietly replied, “I understand lieutenant.”

    Cornelius caught sight of Luke walking with Lance to the north end of camp, the departure point.

    “Excuse me lieutenant there is something I have to ask Luke.” pleaded the scout.


    “Luke! Luke!” yelled Cornelius

    After Cornelius yelled Luke's name a few times, Luke finally caught on.

    “Oh, hey Cornelius what is it?”

    “I wanted to ask you, did my mum' clean my tent and pack? You see I was scouting ahea...”

    The rest of his words went of track as Luke started, “Yeah, I know Bonnet and I did it.”

    “Oh, well thanks Luke see you later.”


    Lance, who had been watching the whole scene remarked, “You know he is a rather spastic beast at times, but at other times he is quiet and reserved.”

    “Yeah, his father is quiet and his mother can be....hyper at times.”

    “You know his father?” asked Lance.

    “Yeah, you know the smithy here? That's him.”

    Lance started to drool and went wide eyed, “That huge giant is his father? Bonnet married that giant? Cornelius isn't near as tall as the smithy!”

    “His name is Jhonus, but yeah at first sight he looks more like his mother.” replied Luke.



    Waveback slung his food bag over his back and began walking north. Now was the time to leave, all tents down, and everything packed. At the north end of camp his second in command was waiting for him.

    “Lieutenant the whole camp is waiting for your word sir.” said the otter while saluting.

    The lieutenant didn't bother to put down his bags and simply shouted, “Get your bags, we take our leave, we're going home!”

    Everybeast started out of the former camp.

    “Lance, the lieutenant seems different today. He seemed sad to be leaving when everybeast here is delighted to leave.” gossiped Luke.

    Lance didn't reply, he just shrugged and followed the crowd.

    “Wait a second Lance, do you have any idea where we're headed?”

    “River Ridge, it's called that because it stands near a plateau that leads down to a river. It's a very strange sight but one gets used to it. It's the central of everything. The command post, the militia, our individual army's.”

    “So I suppose it's where all of the important people are that are against Kotir, responded Luke, You know you've never told me much about your past.”

    “Luke that's a subject I'm rather sensitive with. They day I told you as much as I told you was to just tell you where I came from.”

    Luke stopped and Lance continued walking on, “He's changed, thought Luke, he has that hard look in his eye when someone is determined. Whatever happened to the seamlessly carefree Lance I knew?

    When the whole party of former slaves and otters where out of the camp, Luke looked back.

    “Good bye Camp Back Worth...”


    “Ahh yes The castle of Kotir is just up ahead.”

    A dark castle, spanning thousands of feet lengthwise, loomed ahead.

    “Once we get inside of the castle we must tell Sabreclaw about those pesky otters that freed all of those slaves and uh... killed our party ....yes.” said one of the rats who had fled from the scene when the otters showed.

    “Yes, Sabreclaw will be very proud of us for telling him what happened.” agreed a nearby ferret.


    The rest of the day had gone by swell for the group. There were no tribes of anything to be found and they encountered nobeast.

    Waveback saw that the sun was getting close to going down and decided that it was time to make quick camp.

    “Breakwave, please announce to everyone we stop here. This is an excellent place to make camp.... oh and make sure to tell them no fires. We are going to always have bread and water for about a week until we get much further north out of danger.”

    “Yes sir!, Breakwave stopped and put his hands in the air to signal a halt, the lieutenant has decided to make camp here for today, you mustn't make any fires, and you know the curfew. That is all.”

    With not a moment to spare everyone divided apart and started setting up just the essential tents, the lieutenant's tent, the tent where the ottermaids distribute food, and a few huge tents where everybeast slept under.

    Luke was setting up his cot when Bonnet came up to him, “Luke you know I need your help.”

    “Yes, Mrs. Humblefur I haven't forgotten.”

    “Good, come with me than”

    Luke and Bonnet spent the rest of the day handing out food, cleaning weapons, and afterward they ate the standard bread and cheese and washed it down with water. They never had to wash the dishes because there wasn't any.

    “Well goodnight Luke, time to hit the sack.”

    “Goodnight Bonnet.”


    “So you fools want to see master Sabreclaw?”

    “Yes, stout, take us to him.”

    The rats where escorted through a few long corridors until they reached a very tall golden double door.

    “Go in master is waiting.”

    When the rats pushed the doors it required all of their strenght. When they finally were inside they were greeted by a dark room.

    “Why are you here?” Demanded a chilling voice.

    At first both rats were reluctant to answer it, but the bigger one shouted out,

    “We are slave guards from the prison Archdam. We were given an assignment to meet another group of transferring prisoners from a nearby prison. Everything went rather well for a few days and nights, but one of the other prisons fearfull rats came running by. He was shouting that there was a band of forty score otter coming this way. We fought with all of our might, but in the end the forty score otter prevailed. We are the only known survivors. We have brang' the news and all we ask is that you don't kill us.”

    Both rats fell on their knees and pleaded.

    “Kill you? Ha! You, the small rat, tell me do you know why other warlords have failed in attempts to conquer?”

    “Because..uh.. they were not good?”

    “No stupid rat! It's because they all were under the impression they had a huge hoard that could not be stopped. They killed what they pleased even their own soldiers and eventually they died themselves. Do you know why?”

    The bigger rat shot out, “Because they had no more soldiers to protect them!”

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    PART 2!

    “That's right. I am different from those stubborn warlords. I don't consider myself 'vermin' as those woodlanders call us. I believe they are the vermin. They are little pests that need to be wiped out. Every single rat or ferret that dies in my name is a big sacrifice to me. Understand?”

    “Yes sir Sabreclaw sir!” shouted the rats proudly.

    “Now go to the barracks and pick out a decent pair or armor and a weapon, for now you will be stationed here.”

    The rats quickly jolted out the door.

    “Hmm, right hand.”

    “Yes master?” answered a grey furred wolverine that was in the dark

    “It's time for a check up on my left hand. Take a band of our best warriors, and go to River Ridge. I want a report of recent events from that otter.”

    “Yes sir Sabreclaw, son of Tsarmina Greeneyes, queen of a thousand eyes.”

    Yeah, that's it. I had right over the limit. Next few chapters are somewhat close to three posts, although none are....
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    Chapter 7- River Ridge PART 1


    “Ha ha ha! You don't even know how to read!”

    “Yes I do! I just did there!”

    “You only know because you know what it was. You had to read the first part and you caught on!”

    Near the entrance to a big stone building, stood two otters. One had a velvet jacket on with green loose pants, while the other one, named Riju Longbound, had a tattered shirt and pants both gray.

    “Well why in the world do you want to join this place anyway? Do you really want to die Riju?”

    “No I don't Lond, I want to help beasts. Don't worry about it it's not like a snobby beast like you would understand.”

    “What did you call me you scum otter? Look at you your in poverty and I.. I'm the son of the richest otter in River Ridge. Get yourself a job.”

    “Get yourself a job! I already work in a bar! I'm fourteen seasons old and I see beasts pass out everyday because their wives had just divorced them..or or... they lost their girlfriend, they got into a fight with their wife, or just there in general to get drunk. Look at you, same age, a little shorter than me perhaps but whats that matter if you have copper, silver, and gold stacked to the ceiling! You don't have to work, all I see you do is cause mischief and I've seen you at the bar I work at getting drunk yourself!” screamed an enraged Riju.

    “Riju, calm down! Go get yourself killed I don't care.” said Lond as he began to walk away.

    Riju looked up at the sign above the old rusty gate leading into River Ridge's military headquarters.

    Just one more week of living the life I'm living and I'll be fourteen seasons old. I'll be a grown otter, thought Riju.

    Bells rang in the distance from the nearby bell tower. To most normal otters, scratch that, beasts his age that meant it was time to go home and go to bed. To Riju it meant it was time to open the bar and prepare for a long night.


    four hours later

    Riju was trying his hardest to concentrate on his job, cleaning everybeasts' beer bottles. Although, as expected everyday someone would bother him.

    “Look it's super glass boy!” said a drunken mouse as he rudely pointed toward Riju.

    “Wash those glasses! How much do you earn, a quarter of a copper an hour?” questioned a smallish squirrel.

    “Quite on the contrary, I make about two copper an hour” stated Riju.

    The squirrel retorted, “Wow.. almost enough to buy a loaf of bread if you work the whole night. Oh look at me I'm super beer bottle boy. I wash dishes and make two copper an hour! Hah, little otter I make an average of two silver an hour.”

    Riju simply sighed and continued working. There was nothing he could do about it.


    Around an hour later

    Riju by now had gone into a trance, as he liked to call it. The bottles kept rolling in and he kept cleaning. His eyes, half closed, barely paying the slightest attention to what he was doing. It was automatic, get glass, wash, put up, get glass, wash, put up. Usually he stayed in this state for a long time, but something unexpected happened.

    “Waiter, I want three beers for my comrades and one for me.”

    Comrade, he knew that word in and out. It was usually only mentioned when a soldier of the Northland military referred to his friends in battle.

    There are four soldiers not five steps behind me, he thought as he snapped out of his trance.

    “That will be ten copper pieces” demanded the bartender there, a lean otter who was rumored to be slightly racist. It's only rumored because he only hired otters.

    Riju shot a glance behind him and sure enough four soldiers in gray uniforms seated down, away from the drunks like a respectable beast. There was a black squirrel, a lanky hare, a stout otter, and a small but brawny mouse. Besides all of there differences they all held one certain thing in common. Their eyes. Every soldier he had met had lost the glint in their eyes. He had seen bright recruits go in, and come out experienced soldiers. Trained to kill and protect. For the first season or two they all still held on to that sparkle in their eyes, but everybeast always lost it. Riju knew this would happen if he joined, but it isn't like life would get a lot worst than it already was and he could help people. That's all he wanted. He wanted to grow in ranks and perhaps one day become head of otter operations or even the whole military.

    He listened intently to what the soldiers where talking about. Mostly military gossip.

    “Have you heard about Ishguard, the new settlement thats very close to Kotir's boarders?”

    “Yeah, the whole military is against the idea. The central headquarters signed an agreement with some rich party to create the settlement.”

    “Wot wot, what party would that be?”

    “As if I knew there are to many of them to even care about. I hope we don't have to rely on parties to fund these kinds of things later on. If we leave it at that do you know how much danger in forming these parties, they all have something against one another. I think our society is becoming a bit to organized for my taste.”

    All chat seemed to stop for a minuite or so until the gruff voice of an otter could be heard.

    “Hey John, you wife lives here doesn't she? How's she doing? You know how much I loved that pie you had packed.”

    “Yeah, when I got back home yesterday I found out she had a little mousemaid waiting for me. It's been so long since I had seen my wife. Nearly half a season. I can't wait until this war is over I'll be able to stay home with her and my four mouselings. Two mouse ,and two mousemaids now.

    “Congratz' on all that and stuff' but what about that group o' otters who saved all of those slaves?”


    “What a flippin' lie that is!”

    “No no, it's true. The general confirmed that lieutenant Waveback stormed a slave line saving nearly one hundred slaves from a score of vermin.”

    “A score... that shows how much Kotir cares about their soldiers, or even their workers, the slaves.

    “Wait a moment... where are they now?”

    “Headed here I believe, an audible sip of beer could be heard , but I have no idea where they are now. I know they where rescued somewhat close to Kotir.”

    “How did news reach here so fast than.”

    Nobody made a sound for a moment or two.

    “Okay you didn't have to bally' well shrug you could of just said I dunno'.”

    There was silence for about ten minutes when he heard a slightly squeaky voice pipe up, “Well I'd better be headed home. The wife is waiting.”

    “Me to wot, I'd better hit the sack”

    “Okay yall' can leave, Me n' Lockjaw here will stay and drink to our hearts content. C'ya on the morrow, hopefully I won't have a hangover as usual.”

    Silence was heard from the two remaining soldiers as the drunks in the background laughed and tried to enjoy their lives.

    The soldiers remained there until after all of the drunks had left, even the ones that had passed out.

    “You two, it's closing time, please leave.” politely insisted the bartender.

    “Later otter, I've got to get done with my drink.”
    Right at that moment Riju was done with that days glasses. He proudly smiled and turned around just in time to see the bartender pick the soldier up by his uniform.

    “You and your otter friend will leave squirrel.”

    “Why don't you pick on me huh bartender?, Piped up the otter, Is it because your scared to pick on someone your own size, or is is because you don't like other kinds of beasts?”

    At first Riju thought that the bartender was going to hit the squirrel, but in the end he let go of the squirrel.

    “Your a soldier and I don't respect that ..... I don't want to see you two in here for a week.” said the bartender as he backed down.

    The bartender turned around and began to walk back into his room he had built as part of the bar.

    Riju heard the bartender quickly whisper, “That squirrel ..always causing trouble.”

    Riju had to find out what was wrong with the squirrel. The otter did not appear drunk, if any at all, but the squirrel was close to out. He didn't understand why he feeling so strange. Something inside him told him to talk to the otter.

    Riju ran out the door and quickly looked left and right. Nothing to the left, but he spotted them to the right. The squirrel was puking and the otter sat there staring at his friends temporary burden.

    “Sir, otter sir.”

    That quickly got the soldier otters attention, “What is it, did I forget to pay or something?”

    “No, I.... I don't know.”

    “Are you going to help me or something, can't you see I'm having a bit of trouble?” shot the otter soldier.

    Riju quickly ran to the squirrels side and helped him up.

    “A bit to late to be out for a soldier ,otter.” stated Riju.

    “Nah, my regiment was completely slaughtered. I'm being reposted in Waveback's regiment. By the way the names Shawn Smith , son of Anstien Smith.”

    “That's a mighty strange name for an otter.... your whole regiment was slaughtered? What happened?”

    “Our so called military commander sent us on a suicide mission. It was a simple checkup on the middle east coast to check if Kotir's forces were attempting to create a settlement of some sort. Of coarse no, I knew it from the start. No beast will ever settle there. All of those tribes of small mice and those crazy squirrels fighting one another. Luckily when we got there we met no other beasts of threat, but on the way back we were ambushed by a few score vermin. Only a few of us managed to escape and crawl out way back here just to be shunned by the commander. He shrugged the whole deal off like it was incidental. You know, an oops my bad type of thing. Now I've been waiting for about three weeks for Waveback's regiment to show up. Nothing....”

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    Chapter seven part two

    “Oh, well my names Riju, and I'm thinking about joining the military. I obviously live life as a poor otter who works as a bottle boy at a bar. I just want that to change.”

    “Heh, you think my names strange? How old are you?”

    “A week from now I'll be fifteen. Just old enough to join the military.”

    “Now I'm not saying anything bad about joining, but I suggest you think good and long about it. I didn't and right when I turned fifteen I gave much of my life away to fending off Kotir's forces. Now I regret that, I wish I could have lived a peaceful life with a family. I'm to far in to quit now.”

    “I see, I...”

    Riju's words went off trail when Shawn rudely interrupted, “ Theres headquarters, goodbye Riju, I can make it with Lockjaw here, I hope we will talk again someday.”

    Riju waved goodbye to Shawn until he went inside of the gates.

    Time to go home, thought Riju.


    Riju lived directly over the bar in a small shack the bartender rented out to him. To pay his rent, the bartender pays him two copper instead of the usual three and a quarter.

    When Riju got inside he lit a candle that was sitting on top of a small cot side desk. When he lighted it it illuminated his very small room. A brown cot in the corner, a desk right to the right of it, and a small dresser where he kept his cloths.

    Riju laid on his cot and stared up at the ceiling.

    Why is a jerk like Lond so wealthy? Why is someone more generous like me live in some small shack with no windows? Should I join the army? What was wrong with that squirrel?, all of these questions buzzed through his head like an annoying bumblebee before he silently drifted off to sleep after the long nights work.


    one week later

    “Good morning Riju!”

    “Good morning Grauth ”

    The bartenders wife, Grauth, was not has 'mean' as her husband. Riju had managed to establish a good friendship with her. She always talked to her in the morning while they were eating and fully supported him joining the military.

    “Breakfast is waiting for you on the table Riju.” said Grauth as she pointed to a platter of pancakes.

    “Ahh, he doesn't deserve our generosity anymore, he's not a kid, and he's joining the military today.” rudely interjected the bartender, Christian.

    “Yes, he is a grown otter now by age standards but it isn't like he has changed much... if any from yesterday .” pointed out Grauth.

    “ Aye, whatever wife.”

    “You know our son joined the military and now he is a lieutenant of his own regiment! How dare you even talk like that.”

    Riju began eating and watched them argue.

    “Now he is a military dog. I am sorely disappointed in what he did.” stated Christian.

    “Save beasts! Haven't you heard of your sons accomplishments? Why, just a few weeks ago he saved hundreds of slaves from Kotir!” screamed Grauth.

    Christian looked down at his platter of pancakes and sighed trying hardest to keep cool.

    “ You know, I also hated him even more when he ran away with that ottermaid. We haven't see him since then, you know that! Now look at him, his wife came to ask asking for money a while back with two otters that looked just like him, and he's in the military at that time! We barely even know our grandchildren. He abandoned her and abandoned us. Now for all we know any little otter anywhere could be our grandchildren. Does that not make you sick at what he pulled? He doesn't talk to us and we only hear of his so called accomplishments. He probably failed as a father and joined the military to get away.” argued Christian as he slammed his fist on the table.

    Grauth tried her hardest to keep a straight face, but began inevitable began weeping.

    “Sir, you mean lieutenant Waveback, he's yalls' son?” inquired Riju

    Christian and Grauth both looked at Riju and paid full attention to him.

    “ Supposedly his regiment is coming back here to rest and receive orders soon with those slaves.”

    Both parents looked at Riju.

    “ mean our son is... coming back?” they both asked suddenly.

    “Aye, I guess that means just that!”

    The reactions were not as Riju expected. Instead of cries of happiness, Grauth sat down bawling screaming, “Our sons coming back!”, while at the same time Christian slammed his fist onto the table repeatedly and said, “When I see his face I'll pound it in! He deserves much more... I'll kill him ,the irresponsible otter.”

    Riju tried his hardest to make it look like he wasn't there and slipped out the door, “Eh, well got to go see yall' tonight heh'.”

    When he was out the door he puff and though, whew close call.


    “River Ridge ahead!”

    More than one hundred yells rang out in the air. They had traveled three weeks without meeting any danger to make it back home safely.

    “Lance we did it we made it!”

    “That we did Luke...”

    Luke smiled proudly at the settlement. It was defiantly a strange one like Lance had said, it was near a plateau that descended down into a river.

    When the group got to the enormous gates the lieutenant screamed, “ Open the gates! Lieutenant Waveback's regiment is here!”

    At first there was nothing, but soon enough the gates started to open ever slowly. About a half minute or so the gates where wide open and the group marched in.

    Luke was downright amazed with the size of the city. He had never been into one before, only seen some from a distance. There were many buildings both brick and wooden.

    Many different species of beasts were yelling out greetings like, “Welcome back! Good going Waveback!, and they were screaming at the top of their lungs.

    No beast dared get in the way of the whole group as it passed. It went on for a while until the noise started to die down.

    “Hello, lieutenant Waveback, welcome back to River Ridge.”

    Waveback saluted to the otter who had addressed him and said, “Proud to be back, General Vantel.”

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    Chapter eight, Truth and Reuniting

    “Wow a nice place you have here General, there are certainly a lot of paintings on the walls.”

    “I try.”, snickered general Vantel, “now what is it you wanted to talk to me about lieutenant?”

    “I wanted to ask you what do you plan to do with the guests soon? I don't think your solution of sticking one with random beasts in town was a good one” debated Waveback.

    “Patience lieutenant it's only very temporary. I'll try to get as many to join the military as I can and the rest can.... do whatever they want... Now, here is a list of new otter recruits I need you to pick up and where there located. Stated general Vantel as he handed the list to Waveback.

    Waveback scanned through the list surprised at one particular thing he saw.

    “Mum n' pop.” Waveback said to himself.

    “What's that lieutenant?” questioned the general.

    “Nothing ,sir. I take my leave.”


    “Riju, are you sure you want to leave for the military? You can stay, you know your the closest thing I have to a son now.”

    “No, it's okay Grauth, I'm positive I want to join the military.”

    Grauth started to cry over Riju leaving the military. After all, he had lived with them for around 6 seasons now.

    “You know Riju, I remember the time I found you. You were living on the street wearing nothing but just some tattered pants, sitting down on the side of an allyway.”

    “Let the boy go join our 'other' son! If that's what that otter wants than thats what he can have!” said Christian while he was eating his midday snack.

    “How dare you act like that to Riju. I don't understand why you used to care so much for him, now just to live here you make him pay rent and treat him like a stranger! Tell me why!” screamed Grauth in disgust for her husband.

    Christian looked at his wife, stared out the ground and sighed.

    “Answer me Christian.. every single time we argue about this you shrug it off like it was nothing, do you not care about our son Roland anymore. Please answer me for once.” pleaded Grauth

    “I.. I wanted to keep a tighter grip on Riju than I did Roland. Riju was my second chance Grauth. Roland ran off with a maid because he thought he could. I wanted Riju to remain obedient and stay here. I figured than I needed to be harsher on him, show him what it's like to grow up earlier in life. I made him pay to live here two seasons ago when he started helping out using the excuse 'your not my son and to live here you pay'. I did that regardless of weather we ever grew 'close' like you and Riju did. I didn't want to make the same mistake two times...”

    Riju was utterly surprised by Christians words. His eyes popped open and he fell upon the couch trying his hardest to take in the words. He had always thought he didn't care about him until this day and was also surprised they considered him their 'son'.

    Christian got up and began to walk to the door.

    “Riju, if you do leave for the military today, please come visit. I won't be seeing you for a long time.” said Christian as a tear drop rolled down his big cheek.

    Right when he was about to open the door to begin his workday, three audible knocks were heard. Christian took a step back in surprise.

    Grauth, still in shock by her husbands words, responded, “Open..the door dear.”

    Christian ever so slowly turned the handle and pulled the door back. What he saw was not expected, an otter around level hight if not taller, with a blue suit on with badges on his chest. The otter also had a cutlass strapped to his belt.

    “Who are you, what do you want?” demanded Christian

    A look of despair came over the stranger's face before answering, “I've come to pick up a certain Riju Longbound.”

    “Aye, please leave as fast as you can. I hate military beasts like you.”

    The stranger quickly picked out who was Riju and motioned for him to come forth. As they were about to leave, Grauth piped up.

    “ Ten seasons Roland, ten. Why do you leave so soon?”

    The stranger halted and gazed at the ground.

    “Grauth what is the meaning of this? This otter isn't our son. He was about a head small than me and much skinnier.” pointed out Christian.

    “Is that what you noticed about him Christian? Look up and take a good look at his face. It's yours.”

    Sure enough their related, I guess he didn't expect his son to come home taller than him and brawnier, thought Riju.

    When Christian looked up at his son, Roland, a great look of sadness and horror came over him.

    “Why... why did you leave? That ottermaid, that's why isn't it. Please sit down and talk with us.”

    At first Riju thought the otter Roland was just going to walk away, but he obeyed his mothers wishes and sat down in a chair near her, not daring to look at her and Riju sat down on the couch near his adoptive mother. Christian still stood where he was, looking at Roland in disbelief.

    “Tell us, where did you and that ottermaid live at?” asked Grauth

    “We..... after I left here, we met in the square here by the military headquarters. We talked for a long time before deciding to travel to a little settlement called Noonvale down south. They helped us start as an early couple. After a season of living there I had a nice steady job being the head chef at the cookery. The leader there, I've forgotten his name, was beginning to get into the war that was starting between us, and the formerly dormant Kotir. He was a great strategist and was asked to come up here to make some war plans. He asked anyone who wanted to accompany him up, to accompany him. I was one of the few who decided to help out the wars cause with him, while the rest thought what he and I were doing was wrong. After a season up here, without your knowing apparently, I was givin the offer to become a captain in a regiment. At first I declined the offer, but when I came back to Noonvale, no one greeted me like a friend. They all said I had betrayed them by helping the military. You see, the leader there only stayed here for a few days while I stayed a little longer than a season. I don't know why he left, but I guessed they didn't need him anymore..... anyway, when I got back from helping them successfully win a few skirmishes, I had found out my wife left about a month after I. No one would tell me why , all they would do was shrug. After about a week of being treated this way I left Noonvale for good and came back here to accept the offer by General Vantel.”

    It took a half minute for Roland's words to soak in.

    Christian piped up, “A few seasons back, an ottermaid named Riverwind came to our doorstep asking for money to help her two little otters. We would of declined her the money and shelter if we hadn't of seen your face in both. She stayed for about a month, helping us out around the house. Needless to say she was growing on your mother, but I still had my doubts about what you did. I tried to talk to 'your' children as often as I could but they liked Grauth more. One day she left without warning, never seen her since.”

    By this time Roland had his hands cupped on his face and was crying silently. It seemed as though realization hit him harder than a badger would hit a vermin while carrying bloodwrath.

    “So... that's why she left. Not in hate for me, but because she didn't want to burden me with two unplanned otters. What are their names?”

    “ One was an otter and another an ottermaid. The otter was named Roland after you and the maid was named Lillypad. I called her Lilly because I didn't like the end of the name but you know... even after all of this proof Christian still wouldn't accept them as his grandchildren.”

    “Aye, and that I regret... I realize now how stubborn I can be sometimes.”

    After a minute of watching Roland weep piteously, he finally let go of his face and said, “Mother, father... I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye. I'm sorry for leaving you. The price there was paid. I'm burdened with the fact that I have a son and daughter I've never met and I know I deserve every bit of it. Will you forgive me?”

    Both parents replied at the same time, “ We forgive.”

    Roland smiled, “You know, I'll come here everyday to catch up on times with you two. We have many new recruits that need training and I'm positive my regiment won't be leaving so soon. I'm sorry, but I have to go admit Riju here into the military. I'll be back in a few hours.”

    Grauth hugged Roland so hard it almost crushed his ribs. She didn't want to let go of him ever again, but in the end she had to. He gave his father a firm handshake while Grauth hugged Riju.

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    Chapter eight part 2

    Before both otters went out the door, Christian shot, “Riju, when you come back meet me, I have something to show you.”

    Riju nodded and they left.


    “Open the gates!”

    “Sorry, we don't open any gate for a ten foot tall hooded figure, or any vermin.”

    “Open the gates you stereotyping vile stupid' excuse for a gateguard!”

    “Must I repeat myself I...”

    The gate guards voice trailed away as a firm hand was placed on his shoulder.

    “Don't worry, there here to discuss battle plans against Kotir.”

    “Oh..oh...uh yes, sir general sir, yew' two down there open the gates for the visitors!”


    Who in hellsgates is that? ,thought Luke as he looked at the stunningly tall eleven foot or so hooded figure. The figure had a big, shiny red cape on his back and every bit of his fur was covered in cloth. Not far behind the tall figure were four ferrets, two foxes, and the general.

    Everybeast around was looking at the odd sight. Apparently the general was good friends with the tall figure. All the other guests did was follow the two beasts and stare at everybeast they passed by.

    Luke didn't have time to follow these strange beasts. He was staying in the Humblefur 'Plantation' as they called it. It was just a big house right outside of River Ridge but it was the nicest place Luke has ever been. Luke ,Lance, and a few other former slaves where there with him. Apparently, Bonnets father and mother are one of the richest otters in River Ridge. They own a big store that sells everything from weapons to food.

    Bonnet had asked Luke to go to the store to get some meat so they could cook a feast that night. Luke felt obliged and quickly set off. The meeting was between a group that called themselves the 'Council of Noonvale' and the generals negotiators. Apparently the general wants to stop them from building another settlement somewhat close to Kotir called 'Ishguard'.

    When Luke got there he fiddled around with the keys leading into the back door.

    Eh, now which one did she say... was it the one with the three loops or two. I'll just try both, thought Luke.

    He tried the golden two loop one first and to no avail it didn't work. He than tried the three loop one and the green door creaked open.

    Hmm.... okay now, Luke pulled out a big list of things to get, the meats in the meat isle an..

    Luke heard a voice, “Eh...who's there?”

    “Me!”, responded somebeasts voice right behind Luke.

    Luke turned around to be confronted by a mouse slightly taller than him and quite a bit more chubby. The mouse had a black mask on to conceal his face.

    “Uh...hello and who might you be?” asked Luke.

    “I could ask you the same question nosy rosy!” echoed another voice besides the masked figures.

    Luke was becoming confused, “Wait a moment, this is a robbery! I uh...think.”

    “I daresay! Please don't use that vile term! Call me The Prince of Mousetheives if you will please.”, replied the polite thief, “oh and these here beasts are my band. Together we travel everywhere taking from these rich folks and giving the goods to beasts who actually need it.”

    “ meet you.....prince?

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    Chapter nine- Prince of Mousethieves

    There was nothing but awkward silence for nearly a minute. Luke had been in a fighting stance Lance had told him about while the prince sat there somewhat amused.

    “ Well young mouse, please stand down and let us take what we please.” demanded the prince.

    “No, put all the goods down and get out of here... now!” screamed Luke as he was getting ready to strike.

    “ I see..... well than we have never been caught a day in our lives before. You see we as a team are amazed. How did you catch us?” asked the prince as he reached into his back pocket.

    Luke decided to lie, “I heard a noise and came to investigate. Now leave, this is your last warning.”

    “It's only fair that I warn ye' as well. You see your surrounded by my team. Their excellent thieves and have much experience hiding. Actually there are five behind you and three behind me. We aren't stupid as well, we all have dirks.”

    Luke wanted to beat the guts out of the thieving mouse, but was forced to stand down. “How is there eight people besides us here thief.?”

    The mouse gestured his hand sort of like a salute in the front of him. “ It's prince of thieves you nitwit, call me that and perhaps I'll answer. I won't be downgraded that far.”

    Luke gritted his teeth, “Okay, prince of thieves, how could there be eight other people here besides us if I only heard one and I can only see you?”

    “Aye, stupid question. Did you not hear me? I said that they were masters of the dark and stealth. They are all around us. You know what... answer to this stupid mouse boys!”

    Big roars were heard all throughout the dark store coming from all directions.

    “Oh yeah, forgot to mention team b! There on the other side of the store getting the copper and what not!”

    Luke noticed that the thief was sure of himself and took his hand away from his back pocket. This was the time to strike! He jumped off his feet and swung his feet as hard as he could at the mouse's legs. The prince wasn't paying attention and was tripped by Luke.

    “Oomph! Okay young mouse it's timed you learn a lesson. No beast interfere with this I'll teach this mouse some manners!”

    Luke was already back in his fighting stance ready to parry any blow the thief would throw.

    “You look confident. Let's fight mouse to mouse hand to hand eh?” said the prince as he threw his dirk aside, “It's used for emergencies only.”

    Luke took the moment to throw a punch at the prince's face only to be greeted by air.

    “Ha to slow!” yelled the prince as he hit Luke's stomach with his fist.

    Luke fell back onto the ground dazed as he stared at the dark ceiling. That blow was much stronger than Lance had ever hit him, even the rat that once tortured Luke's life.

    “You hurt? I'll hit softer next time....”

    Laughter was heard in the background after the prince said those words. Luke staggered upward still holding his stomach.

    “Your going down....”

    When the prince started busting up with laughter Luke took his hand off his stomach and punched as hard as he could into the chubby mouse's stomach which resulted in the prince falling backward has Luke had.

    “How does it feel... thief.”

    It took a while for the mouse to recover his breath.

    “Feels like a wake up call, I won't underestimate you anymore. You do hit hard for a beast of your seasons.”

    Luke, still in a fighting stance, replied, “I was a slave for many seasons, that toughened me up.”

    The thief's lip went slanted as he said “Oh, Sorry than didn't know. I do feel sorry for you but obviously we must finish this fight. Sorry for hitting you.”

    “Apologi....” That was all Luke was able to say because the mouse threw a fast one into his face.

    Luke took the pain in and kicked at the arm of the mouse as he jumped back. Adrenaline pumped through both beasts as the duked it out blow after blow. The fight lasted around ten minutes consistently after that everything seemed to slow down and both beasts became weak.

    “You thieving scum... your... going down.” Luke said when he threw a very weak punch at the thief.

    The thief didn't both to block it as it hit him and he stumbled back a few inches than collapsed onto the ground. “Okay okay, I'm the first to fall you win we leave. You know your a very talented mouse. I've not seen many who could hold their own against me for so long..much less beat me. I'll just take this whole ordeal as a sure fire sign that I'm getting to old for this.”

    Luke sat on the ground breathing hard. “ Age doesn't matter mouse. How old are you?”

    “ Forty or so seasons matey.”

    A snicker was heard in the background.

    “Shut your gap Logtooth! I'll beat ye up when we get home!”

    Luke smiled at the thief. “You might be a robber, but your very nice. My teacher is in his fifties just about and I rarely lay even a paw on him. Age doesn't matter like I said.”

    “What is this mouses name?” inquired the thief

    “Lance of Sterndum.”

    The thief jumped back in agape. “The Lance? The legendary mouse who killed Tsarmina before her son took over? The one who fought in the battle of Brookridge? The one who fought along side I back when we still had Kotir under control in the woodlands? The one who disappeared into thin air one day along with his family on that island? No wonder your so skilled boy, to have a teacher like that.”

    It took a few moments for the words to soak in. “You mean to tell me Lance is a former warrior?”

    “Not just any warrior, he killed Tsarmina like I said. Once she took over the woodlands she had a big party type thing in which her whole army and a few forced woodlanders were to attend to cook. Lance disguised himself as a mousemaiden to get close to Tsarmina. She caught onto the plot easily and there was a big sword fight between Tsarmina and Lance. Let me tell you it was stunning. Sparks flew everywhere, they were jumping off tables and stuff, I'm one for action. After nearly twenty minutes Lance finally managed to get the upper claw and struck Tsarmina in the gut. As everyone watched dumbfounded at the suffering Tsarmina on the ground, she was dieing a very slow and painful death as she deserved, her son Sabreclaw snuck' up on Lance and stabbed him with his dagger. Me and a few woodlanders managed to carry Lance to safety while the new 'king' had many search parties dispatched to find us. We were trapped in a hole with a small rabbit for days and he fed us and what not. When Sabreclaw thought we had got away he quickly reassembled the teams he sent out and peace went throughout the Northlands for five seasons. Lance was the mouse that bought us those fragile five seasons. In that time we were able to create a few settlements and the city of River Ridge, he is the greatest mouse alive in my book. After the whole ordeal he settled back down to his island of Stern...whatever you called it. Haven't heard from his since.

    Luke sat there bewildered at what he had just heard. Lance was no simple mouse from some island, he was a hero. Why hadn't he heard of this before?

    “Prince, why does everybeast believe that Tsarmina was killed by her son? If what you say is true that means Sabreclaw was loyal to his mother.” pointed out Luke.

    “Listen this obviously isn't a good place to talk. Tomorrow meet me at the east gate in the Red Moon tavern. Because you defeated me in combat I'll tell you everything you need to know, I'll be sitting down at a table with a blue sapphire necklace on my neck that I made myself.”

    Luke nodded while the Prince took his leave with the rest of his group.

    It took a while for Luke to utterly realize what he had just done, he came into the Humblefur's store to get some ingredients and vittles but was encountered by a robber who claimed he was the 'Prince of Thieves' and fought him. Luke won and stopped the thief from robbing the store while he is to meet the robber that wanted to rob the store Tomorrow because he defeated him to find out more about Lance's past.

    Hmm, I live an odd life, that I do. Thought Luke while his head was somewhat dazed. Now to get that food....

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    Chapter 10- events leading up to the party

    “Finally, the meeting is ready to begin!” said Mrs. Humblefur as she and a few other maidens stepped back from the long table of vittles out before them, “What are we missing....”

    A few maidens nearly fell on the ground and yelled, “We're missing something!”

    Silence filled the room as Mrs. Humblefur sat in deep thought, “I believe...we're missing.... the guests of coarse!”

    Everybeast in the room sighed in relief.

    “Mrs. Twinki, please go escort the Noonvalers from the Bread and Ale inn just south of here and Bella go get the General at his headquarters.” commanded Bonnet. Both beasts quickly got on their tasks with no questions asked.

    Everyother beast began resting and getting ready for the big meeting in an hour while some simply went home.

    Luke was resting himself when Mrs. Humblefur rudely got his attention.

    “Luke, stand to attention! There is a meeting about to take place and all you can do it sit there and do nothing! We don't want to look bad to those Noonvalers.”

    “Sorry Bonnet, why are we having this meeting anyway?”

    “We want them to stop building their settlement of Ishguard because it's much to close to Kotirs boarders. If they do, Kotir would have all the reason to capture them and enslave them. Kotir could also threaten the life of every single beast in Noonvale and all would be lost for them because the council would not risk anything in our country for the noonvalers.”

    “I see.” replied Luke quietly.

    “Now, go help somebeast do something!”


    “Christian why did you want to see me?”

    “Patience Riju. There is something I want to show you before you go to that meeting with my son.... your... brother.”

    Riju was stunned at the way Christian was acting, “Yes, sir.”

    “Now, I know you remember when I started taking money away from you for 'rent'.”

    “Yes, sir I do.”

    “Well, even then I thought of you as family. I just didn't show it.” said Christian as he opened a secret compartment in his and Grauths bedroom Riju never noticed.

    Inside there were hundreds of silver coins and a few golden ones. Riju stared in amazement at the money his eyes beheld.

    “What's this Christian?”

    “This is the 'rent' Riju, I took the money away from you to save it up so you didn't spend it all.”

    Now Riju realized how much Christian cared for him. In the past six seasons he had thought Christian was an ill tempered old otter who didn't like him one bit.

    Christian placed a firm hand on Riju's shoulder. “Use this money wisely, take what you only need. This stash can last seasons if used correctly. By this I don't mean don't work for money, but since you are in the military you already have a future seemingly planned out for you. Sit down, I have a story to tell you.”

    Riju obeyed obediently and sat in an old wooden rocking chair that creaked when rocked while Christian sat down on his bed.

    “Around fifteen seasons back, before River Ridge was even a thought, before the military was formed, before Sabreclaw took over his mother's realm, Mossflower was still in our rule. I was one of the lead defenders in charge of something called the otter guard. It was no orderly military regiment like the long patrol once was, or my sons regiment. We fought for honor, glory, and to get our southern lands back. We didn't report to no 'higher power' like in the military... I should continue with my story before I drift away onto other subjects... anyway there was one mouse who went by the name of Lance. This mouse was a great warrior, surpassed by no beast he ever fought. He was the one who ended up killing Tsarmina, not some team of hares like the council wants you to believe. The reason I hate the military so much is because they fill you with lies, mostly that specific one. They gave away the location of Lance's island to Kotir because Lance would not join them. I believe that somehow in someway Kotir has ties with the general. He has sent many regiments to their deaths to simply say... check up on a settlement that was supposedly being built or..or.. to patrol. That monster of a general sent my sons regiment out to be killed months ago. I remember seeing the surprise on his face when Roland came back with all of you slaves.

    “You were in the otter guard? I thought they were ambushed by a few score vermin a long time ago.”

    Christian stood up and took his shirt off revealing a huge slanted scar on his back from left shoulder to right hip. “I was the only one who got away....”

    Riju stood in transfixed horror at the scar. It was a very deep gash that curved in like an arch and was a few inches apart.

    Christian quickly put his shirt back on and stated, “ Ha! That mace did hurt like hell. I already married Grauth six seasons back and it had been nearly five since the last I saw her. When I came home a little otter opened the door and was throughly scared of me. At first I thought my wife might have moved without informing me, but when I saw my wife pick the little otter up and kiss me I quickly realized what was going on.”

    “That was Roland wasn't it?”

    “Aye, I vowed to Grauth to stay and help raise him”, Christian paused for a moment, “Sooner or later the military was formed and I was asked to join and of coarse I refused. By then Roland was eight seasons old... Ha I keep getting off the story here... Anyway I never joined the military and when Roland was sixteen seasons old, guess what he did.”

    “He ran away with that maiden.” Quickly answered Riju.


    Both otters were silent looking at one another.

    Suddenly Christian piped up, “Ha! Now that I think about it Roland was a head shorter than me, now look at im'! Taller and Brawnier than his old otter. Anyway, after a few seasons of grief me and Grauth found you and raised you as best as we could from your age of nine. For some reason I didn't want to show you or my wife I had grown attached to you and treated you badly at times, I'm sorry.

    “Why did you tell me this... father?”

    At the mention of the word father Christian seemed to flinch and a tear dropped down his cheek.

    “You are our son in our eyes and hopefully in yours, you deserve to know everything about us. I sort of went off track with what I wanted to say in the first place, but all is good. Now, I ask of you to keep an eye on the general. If he does something suspicious please tell Roland. I've never told him I was in the otter guard or I met him when he was four seasons old. He thinks that I had known him my whole life for his whole life. I do believe it would be hard for him to take in.... I keep getting off track, once again I'm sorry.

    It seemed to Riju, Christian trusted him more than his own wife to be revealing such feelings to him.

    A barely audible knock was heard on the door downstairs. Both otters went to go see who it was. When
    Christian opened to door he found himself looking up at Roland.

    “Hello father, I've come to get Riju.”

    “Riju, go, goodbye. I'll see you both tonight.”


    Roland and Riju were walking down the road. They had never talked much before, mostly about Riju's starting position in the military. Every once in a while Roland noticed prolonged glances at him from Riju. He himself wondered why his parents had taken Riju in.

    “Thank you for bringing me to a meeting Roland.”

    “Ha, your welcome Riju, the general said I could bring a guest so I chose you.”

    “I'm honored sir.” replied Riju.

    When both otters got to the 'Humblefur Plantation' they were instantly greeted by a mediam sized Ottermaid.

    “Oh! Lieutenant Waveback! Welcome to the Noonvale meeting! Oh it's so nice to see you again.”

    “Same here Mrs. Humblefur”, replied Roland.

    The ottermaid quickly escorted them to their seats and began to greet the other guests with a mouse that was somewhat tall.

    The lieutenant was seated next to the general while Riju was seated next to the lieutenant.

    Food was served to the beasts while they waited for the Noonvalers to show.

    Riju nudged Roland, “Why are we eating right at this moment?”

    “Top negotiation tactics young otter. We eat before they show up so we can spend the whole time trying to get those Noonvalers to stop building that confounded settlement while they enjoy eating.” Quickly replied a hare that was seated right in front of Riju, “We might have a glass of wine and what not, but don't get your hopes up young otter whatsyourname.”

    “My names Riju, whats yours?”

    The hare pointed to his ears with a paw, “Names self explainable ol' chap I'm lieutenant Longears from the hare regiment of the military.”

    When everyone was done eating idle chit chat heard around the table while mosts beasts plates were exchanged with glasses of ale or water.

    “Shh the Noonvale party is coming!” screamed the otter that was called Mrs. Humblefur.

    Everybeast hushed in respective silence as the door slowly creaked open.


    Luke gulped. That feeling of dread that had come over him a few weeks back was back. The feeling that the price was soon to be paid. He brushed the feeling aside as he sat down on a small table with Cornelius Humblefur and his father.

    “Done helping mum greet the guests I suppose?” asked Cornelius

    “Yes I am Cornelius. When do you suppose those Noonvalers will show? Just now there exchanging plates for glasses of water and some kind of ale.”

    “I dunno I don't care either.” simply said Cornelius.

    Luke sighed and rested his head on the table. He was beginning to doze off when somebeast shouted, “ Shh the Noonvale party is coming!”

    Luke slowly got up rubbing his eyes.

    The door began to open making a strange creeping sound. Nearly a score of beasts flooded in lead by an old looking mouse. The general got up and bowed respectively toward the elder mouse.

    “Welcome to River Ridge Urran Voh of Noonvale.”

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    Chapter 11 Noonvale Meeting

    “Welcome to River Ridge Urran Voh of Noonvale.”

    The mouse Vantel said this to was old and fragile looking. He wore a bright green robe and a neatly polished and decorated cane. He had a small hunch in his back and was supported by a golden furred mouse.

    The general stared in amazement at this odd spectacle, as so many others in the building.

    “Thank you Vantel, this is a good friend of mine's son, said the grey mouse as he motioned toward the golden mouse. “We get those stares often so please try your hardest to pay attention to the matter at hand.”

    By than the general had snapped back to reality and addressed the whole Noonvale party, “Welcome all Noonvalers! My name is Vantel, general of the River Ridge military. I run all of the regiments. We weren't expecting so many beasts, so please the one's who are here strictly for the meeting sit down at the empty spots on the table, the rest find a seat anywhere. The mansion is owned by one of our richest Rider River citizens so please show courtesy and respect. The owner wanted me to point that out to you.”

    With that eight beasts sat down at the main table in the middle of the room while twelve others found seats on other tables. The golden furred mouse sat down next to Luke.

    Luke stared in wonder at the young mouse as he asked, “Wh.... where do you come from? What's your name? Oh oh, I'm sorry. The name is Luke here.”

    When the mouse turned toward Luke his eyes stood out more than his fur. They were blue with golden spot all about the pupil.

    “ Oh, hello Luke, I am Rolando Vescan Concorna, but people around my village call me Rollo. I'm from the eastern continent... or my father is anyway. I cannot talk much, I want to listen to the meeting.”

    Luke nodded in turn and paid full attention to the meeting.

    “Now, before we begin the meeting, please help yourselves to a most wondrous feast.” said Vantel as he snapped his fingers.

    The kitchen doors burst open and out came many maids of all races including a peaceful ferret. The first few maids had a big platter which they all seated a few feet apart on the main table. The rest of the maids brought slightly smaller platters for the secluded Noonvalers.

    Mrs. Humblefur had left the table a while back and returned with a warm smile, “Here young mouse, I hope you enjoy it.”, she said as she placed the platter on the table for Rollo.

    “Thank you mam,” replied Rollo politely.

    The River Ridge citizens watched the Noonvalers eat. No River Ridger cared because they all were full themselves.

    Luke took note of where the Noonvalers were. There was one badger, two otters, two brawny mice, Urran, a mousemaid that looked like she could be his wife, and a hare. The two mice where seated next to Urran and the other mousemaid. One was golden furred, which to Luke meant he was related to Rollo, and the other was brown furred and had a very serious look on his face. The badger was a few seats over sitting by the otter who looked peaceful. Around the room there was a mousemaid with two little ones, a infant son and a teen daughter that had an uncanning resemblance to her mother who was a very beautiful mouse in Luke's opinion. There was Rollo, a table with a hare and with who appeared to be her son. A few mice were seated in a secluded table eating.

    After about twenty minutes all of the Noonvalers where done eating and a glass of wine was offered to the adults in which every beast objected to.

    Urran looked up at the general with haggard eyes, “I'm ready to hear what you have to say Vantel”

    “Thank you Urran, now the reason we called you here was to address the issue regarding your settlement Ishguard. Everybeast in the military and in the council of River Ridge feels like your doing the wrong thing. You see we want to protect us and our allies against Kotir so how does building a settlement near enemy territory help us at all?”

    Urran sighed, “We Noonvalers have very strong ties with many of the tribes around the area unlike you. They have all agreed in helping us build the settlement and fend off against any Kotir attack. As much as I despise combat, I must do what's right for the whole world.”

    One of the military lieutenants interrupted, “and building a settlement near Kotir's boarders is going to do...what?”

    Urran Voh sighed and responded, “After we're done building we will raise a very large army. One large enough to take down Kotir. Unlike River Ridge, we will be close enough and not worn out by the time we got halfway there. This would also host as a rest stop for missions near Kotir, such as your attacks. All of us hope that you have our backs and this and when the time comes help us attack and destroy Kotir once and for all.”

    Vantel seemed hasty and impatient in his reply, “No, we cannot allow you to kill so many beasts, the sheer idea of what your doing. One attack from Kotir is all it takes.”

    “We will have thousands of beasts on our si...”

    “No you will not, the military will not give there support! The only credit you Noonvalers have is the battle of Marshank.”

    The badger stood up and banged his fists on the table nearly breaking it, “What about your credit Vantel? Sending many regiments to their deaths!”

    The badger looked ready to strangle Vantel right there and two military beasts unsheathed their swords in response to the badger's action. All the while Vantel remained completely calm and stared into Urran's eyes.

    “Listen either Noonvale halts in building the settlement or the military withdraws it's support, ally ship and you will go on our list of enemies.”

    Urran Voh sat down disgusted with the general at what he was trying to pull and stared off into space.

    The brown brawny mouse stood up and shouted, “Go to hellsgates otter! We won't stop for nothing, nothing, nothing!”

    “Calm down Martin, well general it seems as though this short meeting is over. If you won't give support than we take our leave.” stated Urran.

    As the Noonvalers got up the general stared into Urran's eyes once again , “You are such a fool Urran, you don't understand do you. Either you stop construction or you die.”

    Urran stared in horror at the general.

    “That's right, every Noonvaler here will die. As we speak the little group of slaves you saved is in a house down a few blocks. If you don't stop the construction they will all die. All that is needed is my signal and the hidden crossbows aimed toward that mouse Martin, the golden furred one, and the badger will be shot and they will die. You will have to watch all of your precious Noonvalers die right in front of you, than you will be tortured and shot. The military gets what they want when they want it no matter the cost. Any beast and I mean any beast that talks in this room, even beasts part of River Ridge will be shot. Do you want that Urran? Everybeast in this room is now your sole responsibility. Please sit down, we have all the time in the world to talk now.”

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    Jul 2006
    Chapter 12 ,part 1, A Dire Situation

    The room went quiet.

    Nothing could be heard. Not even a paw tapping or a beer glass sliding. Everybeast understood the situation they were in.

    Urran stared transfixed straight ahead, motionless like a zombie.

    Luke couldn't believe what he heard. One of the beasts he considered a hero, a beast he wanted to grow up to be like, threatening every single beast in the room like that. It was pure madness.

    “But Urran, of course you know we might have all day but I'm not willing to wait that long.” said Vantel as he drew a dagger from his sheath connected to his waist.

    Urran opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to have trouble talking. “W...Wh....Wh...Why Vantel? The council of River Ridge will have your head you..... ???????.”

    The general seemed to find that funny and smirked, “ Once again Urran you show how foolish you are, the council agreed to this. I suggested it and the council accepted it faster than the blink of an eye.”

    Urran seemed to slump in his chair and stared at the ground in deep thought.


    Riju glared at the general disgusted. Why would the military go so low as to threaten the lives of the very beasts they protect just to stop some ally from building a settlement. No, it was all a lie. The general wasn't really threatening their lives. He was tricking Urran into surrendering. Yes, that was it.


    Lieutenant Waveback was never so scared in his life. Waveback believed that it was an empty threat. There were no beasts even aiming at the two mice and the badger, but the general's smirk seemed so sure, so certain. The ???? beast was right there. He could kill him now and end the whole mess, but surely if the general is telling the truth about the council they will have his head! It depended on what was more worth it, people he once knew or himself.


    Minutes passed by like a forgotten tomb being covered by sand in a desert. Every second that passed by seemed like an eternity. The smirk on Vantel's face, Urran as stiff as a board. Everybeast sat in suspense, more awake than they had ever been in their lives, reality banging them across the head with a hammer.

    Vantel started to skillfully twiddle his dagger in his hand, flipping it through the gaps of his fingers to the next. Everybeasts gaze was off of Urran and onto the dagger. Sweat pored down their face and their throat was as tight as a knot while they watched Vantel flip the dagger through the gaps of his fingers than toss it to his opposite hand.

    A small voice was heard, “Stop it....stop it.”

    Vantel momentarily quit twiddling his dagger and looked toward the badger. “What did you say?”

    The badger looked up, her eyes as red as the setting sun. “I said, stop it!” The badger stood and grabbed the chair about to throw it at the general.

    Luke saw something appear in the side of his eye and he looked toward it. Nothing, he saw nothing. When Luke looked back at the badger he nearly fell out of his chair. The badger was still standing, still holding the chair above her head. Blood.. blood began dripping from her mouth and soon more disgustingly from her eyes. She dropped the chair and fell to her knees, while Vantel began laughing. A bolt from a crossbow was lodged in her gut.

    The peaceful looking otter franticly rushed to the badger's aide. He pulled the bolt out of the badgers gut and began wrapping her with bands. Everybeast in the room knew the otters efforts where in vain. Anybeast shot in the gut died a sure and painful death.

    A ferret, who came literally out of nowhere, grabbed the otter and pulled him to his face.

    “Get in yer seat, this badgers dun fer' she shoulda' listened to Vantel.”

    The otter was thrust into his seat but quickly shot up and ran over to the badger silently, but his face showed urgency.

    “Didn't ye'r ear' wavedog?” said the ferret as he drew his long dirk.

    “Stop it ferret! Can't you see he's deaf?” screamed Rollo.

    The ferret stared at Rollo.

    “Well than, if he can't hear us he'll be taught a lesson in pain so he can understand. You there ,stupid ferret, bring this otter into the kitchen with a couple of other mercenaries and beat this otter until he loses three teeth, got it?”

    The ferret smiled at Vantel, “Yes sir, it'll be my pleasure.” The ferret retreated to the back room with his dirk at the otters neck.

    Vantel glared at Rollo and remarked, “Yet another impudent mouse disobeying my orders.”

    The vile otter stood up and walked slowly over to Rollo. He licked his dagger and his eyes started becoming bright red like the badgers.

    Bloodwrath. It consumes the soul. Any beast could have it and they supposedly aren't responsible for their actions. This particular otter was different. He still toddled ever slowly toward the golden furred mouse, every step he took echoed throughout the room.

    Vantel lifted his dagger above Rollo and started to swing it, as if attacking an enemy right over Rollo's head. Rollo wasn't cowardly and he stared right into Vantel's eyes and a look of hate appeared on his face.

    After a while the otter stopped and a confused look on his face appeared. “Why is there no screaming from the kitchen? No laughing from the vermin?” ,indeed no sound was heard from the kitchen, “Well, somebeast go look!”

    A rat near the kitchen to the door replied, “ I will sir!” , and departed.

    Vantel waited staring straight into the door for nearly a minute.

    “Nothing. Nothing still, what in hells gates is going on.”

    “I don't know you tell me general.” replied a deep male voice.

    Two mice who had been in the corner, who had hoods on, stood up and began to casually walk toward the general..

    I know that voice, thought Luke.

    “Who are you?” inquired Vantel, “If you get any closer my hidden cross bowers will shoot.”

    The hooded figure laughed, “ You mean the ones who where given the specially poisoned drinks? Yeah.”

    “What.... Deadclaw, Snakebite... are you asleep?”

    Two rat's who had been hiding behind curtains near the entrance to the hallway suddenly fell from their hiding place and ploped to the ground with glazed over eyes.

    “They had been drinking? The fools....” remarked Vantel.

    The mouse Martin caught on quick, “What's this Vantel? All you have left are three mercenaries and yourself.”

    “I have eight armed beasts in the kitchen mouse.”

    The kitchen door was kicked open and out came a hooded squirrel and a few otters. “ Oh Vantel you mean these deadbeasts?” The squirrel threw out the ferret who had a few wounds in the neck.

    “Your outnumbered about twenty to four. Odds, odds, odds Vantel.” retorted an otter.

    Vantel casually gazed into the masked squirrels eye's. “I see. It looks like some beast got the better of me. Who was it?”

    “T'was me military scum, Gonff the Prince of Mousethieves.”

    The hooded figure opposite of the one who had been talking lifted his hood to reveal the same exact mouse Luke had fought, except the only change was that this time his mask was off.

    “I'll remember your face Gonff. Next time we meet you will be at my mercy.” Vantel quickly look off toward the window . A few beasts who had been paying attention quickly scattered to the window to stop the otter.

    The otter emotionlessly stabbed one of the beasts, a squirrel, blocking his way and jumped right through the window, breaking the glass.

    Chaos consumed the room.

    “Hurry that squirrel needs medical attention!”

    “After that otter!”

    “What do we do with these beasts?”

    “The badger is dieing what do we do?”

    Beasts ran around the room and out like a busy bumblebee hive.


    Luke turned around to find the hooded figure countering him, he lifted his hood to reveal the mouse Luke knew dearly.

    “Lance? How did you know about this?”

    “My good friend Gonff told me. He sort of served in a few wars I was in.”

    The mouse Gonff came up to Luke, “Looks like our little meeting is canceled eh? Heh, I'm sorry I wasn't originally planning to make it to our meeting. I just figured Lance would tell you in time.”

    “You go by Lance now huh?”

    The older golden furred mouse stood behind Lance with his arms folded and a face of stone.

    “Everybeast seems to be on my back today... yes Kotigi I do, as I have for a long time.”

    Kotigi's hard face disappeared quickly as he hugged Lance, which was an awkward moment. “What in hells gates did they do to your fur?”

    “This must be the millionth time I've said this today, it was dyed.” replied Lance.

    “By who.”

    “Not now, please Kotigi, I've had a rough day.”

    “No, now, I've been waiting for word from you for nearly sixteen seasons. What happened to your wife and Vurgen?”

    Lance winced at the mention of the name. “ Please we will talk later.”

    Kotigi lowered his head but soon lifted it and changed the subject, “What of the otter, Vantel? Should we just let him go?”

    A voice was heard right behind Kotigi, “No, the ??????? is going to die for what he pulled today.”

    Luke stuttered, “Lieutenant? I thought you where apart of the military.”

    Kotigi sneered, “So after you left Noonvale you rejoined the military Roland?”

    The lieutenant sighed and nodded his head slowly.

    Kotigi looked disgusted with Roland, “ Well, your not coming back to Noonvale anytime soon. Since it seems like your against the military now.”

    Urran came striding up. “ He is an outcast now. If the council of River Ridge truly agreed for this to take place, than that means he is under our care now regardless of what he did. I suppose he will have to face her when he comes to Noonvale with us..”

    Roland looked up, “Her... I thought she had left Noonvale.”

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