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Date Posted: 01:42:33 06/07/04 Mon
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's message, "If Rose had Lived...COMPLETELY REVISED" on 01:39:27 06/07/04 Mon
Chapter One: One Decision Changed
Badrang was finally dead.
They wouldn’t have cared if it had taken seasons, or seasons beyond seasons, but it was bound to come. They were free at last. Free from the clutches of the aptly-named Badrang the Tyrant…
The Fur and Freedom fighters were on their way to Noonvale, ready to announce the welcome news to the residents, to assure them that now, peace could reign over the Northlands. Martin the Warrior, however, was wandering mentally, struggling for what he should say when they arrived. After all, it was himself who suggested Rose shouldn’t be allowed to fight, and he painfully remembered her dejected face as they left. Maybe he /should/ have let her–
“MARTIN!” He stopped in mid-thought, bowled over by, guess who? Rose, of course. People always had a weird way of showing up when you were thinking about them. Contrary to what he had just been thinking, Rose’s face was alight with ecstatic joy, radiant with her natural beauty, and Martin couldn’t help but lighten up.
“We did it, Rose. He’s gone. For good,” Martin said wearily.
Rose clutched his arm as if she would never let go. “Martin, that’s wonderful, I couldn’t stand it, just sitting here, waiting around…” Martin felt a twinge of guilt. Rose continued. “I see you’ve got your sword back.”
Martin held it up as they continued walking towards Noonvale. He turned it this way and that so the sunlight glanced off and splashed onto the nearby tree trunks in speckled patterns. “Yes, my father’s sword. I’m just happy I’ve got it back. I promised my father I’d never let another beast take it…I did promise, but even then, I failed him.” His voice grew rigid, and he lowered his head in emotional defeat.
Rose turned to him, and gently raised his chin with her paw, and smiled tenderly. “You didn’t fail him, I’m sure you would’ve made him proud. You freed all those slaves from a much worse fate! You saved all of us, in fact. Noonvale would probably not have been undiscovered for long.”
Martin nodded, seeing the truth in her words. They both grew silent, plodding along the forest path, with the Fur and Freedom fighters happily conversing and celebrating behind them.
Martin had a troubled look on his face, thoughts running disjointedly through his mind. Abruptly, he stopped walking, and pulled Rose to one side. The Fighters, still enjoying themselves, didn’t notice.
Rose looked curious. “What is it?”
“Well, I was just wondering – if, uh…well…that is, er…” Martin stammered.
Rose smiled and patted his head gently. “Of course I’ll marry you, Martin.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and laughed at the bewildered look on his face.
He quickly recovered himself, and smiled, and took her paw in his, and patted it. “I’d like nothing more than to stay here in Noonvale, and give up wandering,” he said. There was a pause, then he blurted out, “I’m glad you’re alive, Rose.”
Rose laughed her magical, tinkling laugh. “Oh, Martin, what a funny thing to say! C’mon, Mum and Dad are waiting back at Noonvale!” And they raced off together, any unhappy thought erased from their minds.
It is here, my friends, when one decision changed upsets the future that was meant to be. Not good for the worse, but worse to the better. It is here where my tale begins!
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