| Subject: Mossyra's Tale: Part 3 |
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Date Posted: 01:35:11 06/10/07 Sun
Mossyra fled.
The stone pouch was caught on her belt and the sling still in hand as she swarmed down the opposite side of the mountain, screams and surprised shouts ringing in her ears. She flew across the sand and ran through the dark bog that lay before her, coming to a forest before dark. A suffocating smell hung over the air and made her want to sleep, but she plowed on, heedless of brush or trees. It wasn't exhuastion that brought her down, but rather a clod of earth that literally rose right in front of her. She tripped and her head slammed into a rock. Just before she fell into the welcome folds of unconsciousness, she saw dark figures rise from the ground all around and heard voices whispering, "We da Flitcheye, Flicheye, Flitcheye. We da Flitcheye, Flitcheye, Flitch . . ."
Lord Brockstripe stared at the sea wordlessly as a nervous runner made her report.
"It seems she had the speed of terror in her paws, m' lord, 'cause we lost her trail near the middler of the bog. Scouts and trackers are searching for her as we speak. Colonel Silverpaw says she might make it to Flitcheye land before dark and sent runners to look in that area. If she does encounter Flitcheye, she had the sling and stone pouch from Peace Isle that she took. But it's unlikely that she will, sir. The Flitcheye have been pretty quiet lately."
The runner waited a few more minutes. When there was no response from Lord Brockstripe, she silently slipped away.
"Trouble's brewing," Brockstripe mused in his low growl of a voice. "Flitcheye always go quiet before evil strikes." He turned his gaze toward the sea once more and rumbled thoughtfully, "But what I want to know, my young runaway friend, is where you came from and why you look like the ancient drawings of Lady Amber, friend of Martin the Warrior, famous swordsbeast and loving friend of Boar the Fighter, son of Old Lord Brocktree, son of Lord Stonepaw, oldest badger yet recorded that died fighting the Blue Hordes of Ungatt Trunn, older brother to Verdauga Greeeneyes, father of Tsrmina, whom Martin killed, and of Gingivere, whose descendant later helped Matthias on his quest to kill Asmodeus and get Martin's sword back. Greeneyes also drove Martin's father, Luke the Warrior, out of his home in St. Ninians while he was still a babe. St. Ninians has an interesting history. It's all a circle." Brocktree glanced to a giant crack that concealed a room with two carvings of Martin the Warrior and asked, "Did you plan this Martin? Is she following the Warrior's path? What's the purpose?"
Brockstripe felt only mild surprise when the voice of the dead Warrior echoed through the room, saying, "The Slingbeast is on a quest and followed by evil's son. War shall come to your sands and touch Mossflower also. It all rests on Mossyra Trantango, descendant of Lady Amber. She has my mother's determination, my father's genius, my own skill with a sword, and the skill of many other creatures when it comes to weapons. But she is the Slingbeast Warrior!"
Mossyra felt a spear prod her, snapped her eyes open, and bit at a paw that was coming to shake her. The weasels that lay behind the weed covering cowered back from her gaze/reach for a moment, then began chanting, "We da Flitcheye, Flitcheye, Flitche . . ." "Oh, give it a rest," Mossyra cried irritably. "I've heard it before. Untie me, Flitch Whatevers, and I'll show you how a warrior fights."
A shout of anger came from the gathered weasels and their leader advanced, spear raised for the kill.
Then a warcry came from the moving forest shadows, things happened to fast for Mossyra to see, and a clumsily thrown spear knocked her unconscious once more.
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