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Date Posted: 19:46:55 06/19/07 Tue
Prologue
All was not well. No matter how hard she tried, she could never make it well. And so what was the use of battle, when all that laid at the end of that path was death? More death. She couldn’t bear the burden of horrific memories. Burning houses, the slaughtered staring lifelessly into a blood red dawn. Even at the best of times, the horrid memories lingered, threatening to destroy her mind. Besides, what could she do about it now? All it was was a mere page in the great chronicles of time. No one knew, let alone cared what this young squirrel was doing. Always alone, swamped in distant memories. It all replayed back in her mind, as real as the grass beneath her feet. The ocean’s waters stained red as those retreating were picked off one by one. She wanted to run and hide, as far away as she could from the torturous thoughts. But how could she? How could she defeat a figment of thought? She would have rather gone unarmed against a horde of vermin, then to be cursed by memories. Horrible, terrible memories.
What was there to do now? Nobeast would take in a hungry, scavenging squirrel. Just more mouths to feed. She decided to travel north. Away from her home, away from her memories. Without further ado, she gathered up what little belongings she had, and began her journey.
Chapter 1
Her name was Landrye. Landrye Kaer Gharr. She had lived in a small village, secluded from everywhere else, unknown to the world. Until the attack.
The vermin armies marched forward, waving spears, shields, and lit torches. They burned the homes, slaughtered everyone. As far as Landrye knew, no one had survived. Except her.
The air was humid, and the young squirrel could sense a storm approaching. The clouds on the horizon darkened. The small squirrel quickened her pace, hoping to find a small cave or other protection from the rain. The rocks burned her paws like hot coals, but she paid them no heed. The last thing she wanted was the only food left to get wet. There would be no food in this desert.
A bolt of lightning split the sky, as sheets of rain poured down. Landrye tried her best to keep the food dry, but to no avail. Her pace slowed down to a gloomy walk as the icy rain chilled her to the bone. She let out a small sigh. There was no escaping the inevitable. After about an hour of the long trek, she found a small cave. Unfortunately, it was positioned so that the wind blew the rain inside. At least it was better then nothing. She tried to light a fire, but the scarce firewood that she carried with her was too damp to light. So she ate one of her last pieces of soggy bread, and settled down, cold and wet, with a fierce storm raging outside.
Chapter 2
Everything with her was dry in the morning. The stone of the cave had heated, and burned her paws. Quickly, she took he scrap of cloth that she had been using as a blanket and tore it in half. She tied each piece around her paws, using the cloth like shoes. She figured that she wouldn’t need a blanket anymore in the desert. Gathering her supplies, she left the cave.
The desert is no place for a squirrel. The flaming, sun-baked sand scorched her paws right through her claws. The only other signs of life were small sand lizards, not good for eating. After a long march, she reached the dunes. Her paws sunk into the sand, in some places up to her waist. She tackled the dunes, using all of her strength to pull herself out of the sand that threatened to engulf her. The hot wind blew grains of sand into her eyes, and stung her face. Coughing some sand out of her mouth, she trudged steadily forward. She began to feel feverish, and her mouth was parched. She had used up all of her water long ago. She stumbled, but forced herself forward. Her whole body felt as if it were made of lead. The wind blew more sand into her eyes, temporarily blinding her. Her feverish feeling grew stronger, overwhelming her and draining all energy from her. She felt as if she waited a moment longer, she would die. She stumbled again, but this time didn’t get up. She didn’t even have enough strength to turn around. She laid face-down on the sand, her thoughts trailing away. And the last thought she was aware of having before the world went black was, "Why did I ever do this?"
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