| Subject: War for Mossflower-Part 2 |
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Sky Songsword
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Date Posted: 03:07:37 09/03/07 Mon
Ariann awoke, her head pounding. She groaned as she sat up, her side a mass of pain. Opening her eyes, she looked around. Taking in the stone walls and floor of the tiny cell she was in, the events of the previous night came rushing back to her. She rammed into the sturdy wooden door. “Let me out, d’you hear? You have no right to imprison me! Let me out!” There was no answer. She collapsed on the ground as she remembered. “Keroan…” Her friend, the best and only one was gone, most likely dead. His head had disappeared under the rushing water, and even though he was an otter she doubted that anyone could survive the flooded river.
She felt her head. The squirrel’s paw came in contact with dried blood and a large bump on her skull. She then reached over her shoulder and encountered nothing. The vermin had taken her bow and quiver of arrows as well. They’ve grown smarter since the last time they captured me, she thought. If only I could get out of here, I’d make Serano pay.
She quickly lay down again, bushy tail wrapped over her eyes as the door creaked open. A weasel guard, one she recognized as Fleafur, entered the room.
“Ya can’t fool me, missy, I heard ya yellin’ in there.” He cackled. He kicked at the prone squirrel, and Ariann moved like chain lightning. Her head snaked out and she bit his footpaw, drawing blood. Fleafur drew back swiftly and sucked at his paw. Glaring at the young squirrelmaid, he drew a short dagger. “Think yer clever, doncha, brushtail? Well, I’ll make you scream loud for that!” The weasel lunged forwards, only to be stopped in his tracks by a smooth, cold voice from the doorway. “Now, now, Fleafur, we want to give our…guest all hospitality.” A large wildcat stalked in, decked out in a dark purple cloak and a spiked helmet. Ariann had stood, and the wildcat stopped short. His eyes traveled over the ripped green tunic, dark brown fur, to the defiant green eyes. Odd for a squirrel, he thought. But then he recognized the jagged scar on her right shoulder and gasped.
Ariann sighed inwardly. From the moment he had gasped she knew that he realized who she was.
“Hello, Serano.” She said.
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