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Date Posted: 00:50:38 09/17/07 Mon
Chapter One
The Warlord stalked triumphantly down the rows of prisoners. A ferret he was, full of natural cunning. The dray of Squirrelqueen Peach Hemlock was captured and woe was heavy among the captives. Standing at the head of the rows, he began to announce his titles: “I’m Oiltongue, your new master. You’ll address me as High King Oiltongue. Now who will you serve, this doddering squirrel or me?” The last bit was said in a dangerously sweet voice as the guards made everybeast kneel. Three squirrels were led in, an old grandmother, a young strong male with wounds so horrific it was a surprise he could walk. The last was a young squirrelmaid who moved with the grace of one accustomed to ruling over a multitude. “So Peach, we meet again. If I remember correctly the last time I saw you, you were a little one who escaped me. I swore I would track you down and destroy you and your family. I’ve come to fulfill that vow. We met last time on the Northern Plains where you had your families tribal home. Now you’ve moved south. What a pleasant choice. So many more places to plunder, and so much more to take from.” Oiltongue spoke in an almost pleasant manner, as if he was greeting an acquaintance at a social gathering.
“Now, back to business. Since you’ve defied me for the last time, I think its fitting you watch the others die, knowing that their deaths are upon your head. Slackpaw, start with the old one.” The grandmother, who had been standing silently all this time began to cry out, “Murder, Foul One, A…uhh.” She was cut short by Slackpaws blade as he stopped her cries forever, her blood dripping off his sword point. The weasel lord continued his execution “And now for this one. Your mate isn’t he? What a shame he met you. If he hadn’t, he might not die today. As he did become your mate, today becomes his dying day. I’m not going to leave any loose ends to try and kill me later.” Nodding at Slackpaw, Oiltongue watched in fascination as the male tried to put up a fight and was slain. Turning to Peach he said, using a voice telling her that he was bored with all the drama “Now little Peach, it’s your turn to join him. You’ll see your mate at the gates of the Dark Forest.” Slackpaws blade glittered once in the dusk of that evenings sunset. The clouds were tinted red, reflecting the blood that ran freely in the entrance hall of the Hemlock dray.
Squirrels cried unashamedly that night, for the only hope they had was lost, they did not know of any other way that they could be saved. As they were hurled into their new barracks a middle aged squirrel told them not to despair hope would rise anew, it had been prophesized. The guards slew him instantly and locked the slaves up. Little did anyone know, one member of the Hemlock squirrels remained; a young babe by the name of Applerose. The only daughter of Peach Hemlock was sentenced to a life behind the lash, but she was not the redeemer of the squirrels. No, another from her line would be born to rise and free the slaves from their shackles. But whom, and when? Only time would tell.
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