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Date Posted: 01:13:21 02/17/03 Mon
In reply to:
Quincila Awbern
's message, ""Never Again" A true tale of the forgotten beast." on 00:31:11 02/17/03 Mon
The sun rose from behind the ocean in a winter morning, and the waves washed over a purple and black figure in the sand one more final time until they died down. Wooden planks surrounded the figure, half buried in snow; left overs from a small ship wreck. Minutes went past and the black and purple figure did not stir, it's purple scarf slightly moving in the wind. It had on a completely black cloak with a hood, and a black cape sewed on. Finally, the figure stirred! It clutched the sand and in a slight moan, a head emerged from the sand. A head of a pretty, white ferret with a brown mask around her eyes. A silver stripe started at her snout, up her face, through the mask, down her back and ends at her tail. The ferret weakly turned over on her back and coughed. She lay there, eyes closed, remembering what happened......
She and a few other ferrets, hares, and squirrels had built a raft large enough for them to sail across sea to reach Mossflower country during winter. At night, the winds picked up the water and created a terrile sea-storm.... The raft broke apart, and the three different species clung to each other; all but her. She was at the front of the ship and had fallen into the water far away from the others. A giant wave pushed her under the water and was knocked out by pressure. She does not know what happened, but all she knew was that she had survived.
Her eyes snapped open as she then remembered what happened back at her island, Highland. Shaking the memory away, the ferret managed to get up and glared over the snow covered beach. She was aching badly, but nothing seemed broken or slashed. Tossing the black hood over her head and wrapping her dark purple scarf around her mouth, she trekked through the snow, mumbling, "Casamiya..... How dare you. You destroyed my town and killed my family...." She quickly wiped a tear away and told herself, "Why should I cry for the dead? It's not like they know I did...." The wind in her eyes, she closed them and forced herself through the wind. She was trekking blindly across the now-snow-covered Flatlands. She was lost, and did not know where she was going.
The wind stopped and the ferret opened her eyes again. She looked up. The sky was a light grey and snowing hard. Looking back forward, she could make out a rock or something in the snow, beneath thick trees; the last tremaining trees of the Flatalands. Hrrying up, she ran to the object. It was a bundle of a brown cloak, dark brown pants, ad a tor green shirt. The ferret turned the object over and gasped. In the bundle was a brown, male ferret's head, breating hard!! She bent down and touched it's forehead. It was slightly warm; close to freezing death. Just as that hapened, the brown ferret opened his eyes slowly.
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