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Date Posted: 16:17:49 11/06/01 Tue
In reply to:
Nightband
's message, "*she picks up the books and opens it to a book-marked page* It says here that Phantoms of Forts, especially large populated forts, are very common. over here, in the margin, there is a story, poorly scribbled in red ink. I'll read that. Inside." on 02:40:28 11/06/01 Tue
>There once was a young weasel
>child who lived at Lancepaw's Fort. She hid in the
>rafters, and played at the edge of the pond, unnoticed
>by every other beast. She wore a long, flowing red
>dress, and a straw hat with roses in it. One day, this
>girl was walking along the rafters, reading her
>book Phantoms of the Fort, when she lost her
>footing and fell to the floor of what is now the
>Dancing Hall. There she lay, crumpled in a heap of red
>fabric, broken straw, petal-less roses, and blood. She
>did not know that she had died, so she stood up out of
>her body and climbed up into the rafters once more to
>skip and read. Soon, the other inhabitants found the
>bloody heap of a weasel child on the floor. One, young
>ermine walked out in a blue dress decorated with lace,
>and hugged the form, sobbing to her mother,
>'Areeahna's dead, isn't she?' and the mother replied,
>'Yes, Nightband, she fell from high above and died,
>but her soul does not know this, so she is still
>frolicking above us.' The beasts moved the body and
>buried it outside, in the hill near the pond. Now, she
>is still here, but not; searching for her dear
>childhood friend whom mourned forevermore.
>
>*her face grew into a mixture of sadness, and anger
>with herself as she looked up into the rafters*
>You...were the childhood friend I lost, when I was but
>five seasons old...? Areeahna? You? *she set down the
>book, then sat on the floor, crying*
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