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Mossyra of the II
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Date Posted: 03:07:09 09/03/07 Mon
Martin felt numb for many of the long days afterward. He had lost his family, his tribe, his home, his freedom. But worst of all, he had lost Dan, his best friend in the whole world, the one that had comforted him when his mother lay near death, the one that had cheered him up when he was sad and had played with him when he had nothing to do. Dan was gone now. For such a long time he couldn't seem to think. Then, as the vermin pulled their slave lines behind them, he awoke.
It happened when a small squirrel and a young mouse were spotted up ahead. Unaware of the foes, the pair walked cheerfully across the beach--straight into the deadly trap.
The vermin collapsed a dune on the duo. One, the squirrel, lay ominously still, but the other struggled feebly, near unconscious. He was dug out and chained with the rest before they started marching again, heading for a fortress at the edge of the trees. As he looked back at the unmoving squirrel, Martin felt a slow, smoldering anger build in him. A strange taste was in his mouth and a single-minded goal appeared before him: To give justice to these heartless enemies of the land. One day he would give them what they deserved, and that day was coming rapidly closer.
Rose found the tracks first, but Sam recognized them.
"Vermin," he said thoughtfully. "Looks like weasels, stoats, ferrets and rats, but no foxes. They've got slaves with them, poor beasts. Your brother's probably been captured, Rosey." Rose sighed. "I should've known. It's just like him to get in that sort of trouble."
As they conversed, neither noticed the silent eyes watching them, nor the quiet rustles getting gradually closer.
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