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Date Posted: 21:31:13 06/11/03 Wed
Author: Talno Moonwhisp - pleaz comment
Subject: The Foreboding of Darkness chapter 2

As Reevils mind cleared, and his eyes did not seem so hard to open, he snapped awake. His surroundings were cloudy and dark. Only a dim candle was at his side flickering almost burnt down to the bottom. He seemed to be in some sort of bed. It was fluffy and soft.

Suddenly, light flooded on to his face. A door opened in front of him. There sttod a homely looking mouse. She wore a floral apron and had a pair of garden clippers in her hand. " Oh! Your awake dear! Do you feel better know?"

Reevil shrugged and looked at the small room around him. It was like a cabin. It had no windows, but was filled with miscelanious things. Fishing nets, kegs of ale, bottles of wine, paints, and much more were in there.

" Oh, I'm sorry dear, if the room isn't to bright and cheerful. Or is it to crowded and clustered? Hmmm... Grump was supposed to clean the guest bedroom last week. Uh... I'm the only one working around here but me. Oh and how rude of me! My name is Livian Tigerlilie"

Reevil groggily nodded and wiped the sleep out of his eyes." Follow me dear. I've got a hot breakfast set in the kitchen for you". Reevil silently obeyed and yawned. He followed her through many dirt tunnels. Every once and a while there would be a lantern hanging down from a root jutting into the tunnel ceiling.

Finnally they opened up a door and went in what appeared to be a kitchen. It was covered in wooden tables, cupboards on the walls and a giant stove placed between a stone counter under the cupboards.

Livian found Reevil gaping at the stove and said " I need a big stove to cook for a lot of people" She said as she gestured towards the manybeasts sitting at the wooden table." And thats not even all of them!" She exclaimed washing her hands in a bucket of water.

A loud and boisterous hare sat at the table and called out." So otter, whats your name eh?" Reevil didn't know that the hare was directing to him, for he didn't know he was a otter. Livian turned Reevil around with one hand, and a potatoe in the other." Well, come on now, don't be shy".

But I'm not shy! I can't talk!!! Screamed Reevil in his mind, trying to push the words through his stubborn mouth.

But it was to late. All eyes were set upon Reevil. The table was filled with many sorts of beasts. Some Reevil knew, such as hedgehogs, hares, and mice, but not all the others. The hush was broken by that same hare." Well?" The hare tapped his fingers on the table.

Reevil tried to talk, but the words turned into a choking sound." Oh dear, Livian. I think he has a sore throat!" Said an odd animal with autumn brown fur and a large bushy tail.

Livian frowned. "I checked his throat last night! It was perfectly fine and normal"-"but maybe he got another one!" Cried a large fat mouse in the very back sitting on a huge armchair." Oh Dirship! You wouldn't know the difference between a cheery pie and a sore throat!"-"I would to!" The one on the armchair named Dirship croaked back." Ya' know back in my day, I used to be the captain medic of the Midnight Cruiser, a beautiful warship. Healed many a' beast...." Every one groaned and mumbled." Not another one of his long stories!"

Livian rolled her eyes and turned back to Reevil." Nevermind him. Anyway... Do you have a sore throat?" Reevil sighed and put two fingers between his tounge. To signal that he couldn't talk.

A curious babble broke out in the tables and several shouts came out." He wants some scissors to cut his tounge with!" Yelled the boisterous hare followed by a few stifled giggles." Donovander Melander!" Yelled Livian in one of those stern dissapointed mother tones. The hare looked down hiding a smile on his face." Sorry Livian..." He said in a fake sorry tone.

She frowned once more and then whirled around back to Reevil." Can you even talk???" she sighed. Reevil shook his head vigorously. She turned to everyone." He can't talk!" There was a silence followed by a gasp. Reevil frowned and rolled his eyes." Treat the poorbeast with respect!" Yelled Livian with her paws on her hips." We all owe a big apolloge to him. Err... What's your name?"-" HE CAN"T TALK REMEMBER?!?!" Cried out all the beasts sitting at the table." Oh yes..."

" Lets see if he can write it!" Yelled a small runty mouse." Ah! Reblem! Good thinking! Who has a peice of parchment and a quill?" Livian asked."I have my history book! We can write on that" Said a odd animal that looked slightly like a mouse." No Yukk! You need that for your studies with Dirship!" Livian retorted. The odd mouse named Yukk sneered." Dirship[ falls asleep through most of the class anyway..."

"ahah!" Yelled a hedgehog jumping up from his seat." I have a crumpled up peice of scrap paper!" He said as he jogged down the aisle and handed it to Livian." Thank you Heeder!" She tried to pat him on the back, but retracted her hand with a yelp." Ouch! Spikes!"

"Now all we need is a quill and ink..." Livian pondered."Oh yes! Teeter wou..." - "hurr, hi everyonez! Oi just gots finished with da' hundred and thirtenthz cahapter! So, wheres the grub eh'? I'm starvin'" interupted a ink stained mole with a odd accent. It was unusual. The speech seemed to have a bit of regular talk in it." Whatz you all ztaring at?" Teeter asked taking a step backwards from the stares of hungry eyes. In one hand he held a quill.

"Ah! Me smock!" Teeter yelled shivering in the far corner of the room being held by Donovander." Your smock'll be ok Teeter!" Comforted Donovander in a sarcastic voice. Teeter shivered some more and whimpered. On the table beasts gathered around Teeters cloak trying to get some of the ink off of his shirt into the quill. Manybeasts tried to sucseed, but only to have it snatched away by someone else. Dirship waddled over on his knarled walking stick." Move and make room for old Dirship!" He said as he pushed his way to the shirt. He hit the quill out of another baby moles hand with his walkingstick. The mole shreiked and ran to his mother at the end of the room." Old fool..." She muttered under her breath.

Dirship snatched the quill and ajusted his giant thick glasses on his wrinkled snout." Whatch and learn!" He said with a old smile. He found a good grip on the quill and started gathering ink. Only one problem. He was stroking the end of the quill, the feather, against the table. Livian seized the quill from Dirship's hand." Stupid crazybeast. Thats the wrong end!"-" Well my eyes aren't as good as they use ta' be..."-"Oh your eyes never were any use!" Retorted Livian.

Reevil was in the far corner sitting on the ground in a fit of laughter. He closed his eyes and opened them to see the comical group. How they communicated with eachother was hilarious! Arguing over stupid little things. He closed his eyes again in a spasm of laughter. It was so funny his eyes started to water as he gasped for breath.

Dirship peered back at Reevil." Poor beast. Yew were being so mean ta' me that the blighter started crying!"-" No Dirship, he's been crying ever since he set eyes on your horrid face!" Sneered Donovander." Oh you little..." WACK! Dirship's walkingstick crushed Donovander's paw into the table." Aahhh! You dirty old geeser! Yew' broke me pore paw!!!"

Finally Livian aproached Reevil." Whats wrong dear? Why are you crying?" She said as she placed the paper and quill in his hands. Reevil barely managed to write one word through his roaring.

Laughter

Livian pursed her lips as she read the word." I have to tell you, we have a very odd family. I'll tell you more later..." She murmered with a smile. As the others still bickered she continued." So whats your name?" Reevil didn't know his name. Once he saw the paper in front of him he remembered it. Like a peice of his memory had drifted into veiw. Before him, on the paper read:

Reevil Sharpsight

to be continued...

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Very Good...what happens next? I wanna know! -- Brockrose, 17:01:11 06/29/03 Sun
cool, but what's with the title?? -- guess who, 10:02:44 07/02/03 Wed
- You'll see -- Talno Moonwhisp, 10:32:26 07/02/03 Wed