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Subject: Chapter 1 - The Black Eyes

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wanekalily

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Date Posted: 15:55:52 02/18/07 Sun

Full name Wanekalily Dogwood Hazelmot
About My Dibbunhood
chapter 1

~THE HILLS OF MOSSFLOWER~
wanekalily is 3 seasons old

The stoats were fierce and cruel. They were led by Teminor and evil barbarian. They didn't need to be fierce warriors to conquer our peacefull little dormouse village. We were mostly women and small dibbuns, and the men and boys had never been trained for battle. We never dreamed we would ever be faced with such a terror. We were just a simple dormouse people.

Yet they had no mercy. You had two choices death, or imprisonment.

I lived with my father, Gronfel Birch Hazelmot, my mother Laryn Hazelmot, my two brothers Gendor and Brendoak, and my sister Trista.

My father barred the enterance into our house from Synith, Teminor's second in command and protected us.
"If you will not obey obey Teminor you will fall by my blade!"
And my father's body lie at the foot of Synith.

We went with them, what else could we do?
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"Wanekalily come help Trista set the table."
It was a peacefull spring day in the Mossflower hills. The birds were singing their sweet hymns, the sun was shining, and you could almost see the flowers blooming. The dormouse girl didn't want to change her position, the tall grass closing in around her with it's sweet smell and her head cushioned in the soft loam.
"Wanekalily!"
"Coming mother!"
She got up and brushed off her yellow dress and pink apron. She walked inside and began setting the table. That's when she realized that something was wrong. The birds stopped singing! Then she began to hear screams and shouts for help outside!
"Children, come here." It was barely a whisper from their mother whose face had turned white.
Their father bravely refused the stoats enterance into his house when they knocked down our door. And now he is dead.
Now we are being led away tied up in ropes.
There is a cold dark room filled with people crying.
Mice being forced into slavery.
Dead friends.
Now my mother was dieing, now my big brother.
And all the time there were cold, dark, emotionless eyes burning through mine.
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I woke with a gasp. It was the same dream for weeks now.
And the same haunting eyes.

To be continued.....sometime.

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