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Chapter nine-end of the first half of Fellowship of the thing-Part two begins soon!!!!!
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Date Posted: 23:44:12 05/21/03 Wed
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Torleep
's message, "Ok, i'm going to post this story again so anybeast who missed it can read it and then i'm going to post new parts and by crickey if no one replies i'll be fair peeved because i spent ages on this story for you chaps." on 20:46:23 02/20/03 Thu
Chapter nine
As the day progressed, it also got much warmer. Nobeast in the company was willing to talk. All of their energy was going into walking. Mossflower was being covered in a shimmering haze as Faraborn indicated that they should sit. He removed his pack and withdrew a cheese flan while the others sat down gratefully and began selecting their own food. Faraborn munched on his flan silently. When finished, he brushed the crumbs from his paws and stood, waiting for the others to finish. It was not long until they were on their way again. However, Brogo was limping forward ever more slowly. Faraborn spoke.
‘Ham, Brogo is getting much slower. I think you should let him lean on you. I would do it, but I do not want him being harmed by my spikes. You are the best beast for the job.’ Ham waited for Brogo to catch up, then supported him forward. The going was a little quicker again, but did not remain so for long. Through the haze, Berry saw a small black dot, getting larger as it travelled towards them.
‘Faraborn, something is coming towards us. I do not know what it is, but I believe it would be best if we prepared for the worst.’
‘I agree’ replied Faraborn, spotting the dot also. ‘Everybeast, remove your packs and take out your weapons. Be ready to fight. We cannot outrun a Black Hunter with Brogo in his current condition.’ The shrews took off their packs and Ham lowered Brogo to the ground. He sat there, but took out his rapier in anticipation. The dot grew ever bigger, eventually taking a form.
A large black squirrel was running towards them at a very fast rate. Faraborn sheathed his sword and instructed the others to follow suit. The squirrel was soon with them, dust flying from his footpaws as he slid to a halt in front of them. His muscles bulged, his eyes stared expectantly. He was not panting in the slightest from his run but was obviously in a great rush. He looked the group over and finally spoke. ‘Which one of you goes by the name of Brogo?’ he asked demandingly.
Brogo stood and leaned on Ham’s shoulder once more. ‘I am called Brogo. What name do you go by?’
‘I am known as Jefmingel. I have been sent from Redwall to meet you and escort you quickly to the Abbey. You are in danger out in the open like this. I have been instructed to take you now. Your friends can follow, for you are in the greatest danger. I see you are in no way fit to run. I shall carry you but we must leave now. Is that alright, Faraborn?’
‘It is quite fine. Brogo must reach Redwall as soon as possible. It would take us at least another day on foot, but if you carry him, he will be there tonight. We will be there sometime tomorrow, I hope. For now, you must fly. Fly, Jefmingel, fly! Take Brogo and beware the Zanegg. They are also searching for him.’
‘News of the Zanegg has already reached Redwall. That is why I was sent out. Brogo, climb onto my back.’ He kneeled, and Brogo climbed onto his back and grasped him around the neck. ‘For now, I will fly. Farewell, Faraborn! Good flight and good fortune be with you!’ With that, Jefmingel began running towards Mossflower with Brogo hanging on tight.
‘Who was that?’ asked Glippin.
‘That was Jefmingel. I have known him since the first time I visited Redwall. He has always been a strong beast, a great beast to have as an ally. We shall meet up with him again, when we reach Redwall, hopefully tomorrow. Until then he shall take care of Brogo and the thing. Do not let Brogo’s safety worry you. Let us continue in peace.’ Faraborn restarted the journey to Redwall, with the three remaining Shrews following behind.
Jefmingel darted into the cover of the trees and continued to run. Brogo held on for dear life, though the sensation of speed off water was quite exhilarating. As he began to loosen up and enjoy himself immensely, he heard a scream behind him. The same eerie, high pitched scream that had woken him the night before. Or was it that morning? He had lost sense of time through all the excitement. He turned his head to look back into the trees behind them and saw dark shapes rushing towards them. He turned back and yelled into Jefmingel’s ear ‘The Zanegg are coming!’
‘Oh no!’ yelled Jefmingel and picked up the pace. Brogo looked back again and saw that the Zanegg were still gaining, despite their new speed. Taking one paw from around Jefmingel’s neck, he drew his rapier and held it up, ready to fight the Black Hunters. Unfortunately, as they grew nearer, Brogo began to feel weaker and weaker. He thought to himself ‘If I were to wait until they were close enough to attack, I would not have the strength to do so. I can only do one thing.’ He hefted his rapier, aimed at the leading hunter and threw. The weapon flew straight towards the Hunters head, but he ducked beneath it just in time.
As the hunters grew nearer still, Brogo began to hear the voices again, whispering inside his head. ‘Put it on, Brogo...They won’t see you...just put it on and you will be saved…’ Subconsciously, Brogo could feel his paw moving towards the thing. He resisted, placing his paw back around Jefmingel’s neck. Tilting his head to the side, he saw one of the black hunters run up alongside him. The hood turned, and Brogo could see nothing but evil, fire-like eyes. Those eyes filled him with feelings of despair. The hunter reached out and Brogo considered giving him the thing. ‘After all’ he thought, due to the despair, ‘There is no point. We shall lose anyway, shan’t we?’ But then he looked away, and could feel a little bit more hope running through him, even though he was feeling almost completely drained of energy. Then, the hunter began to slow down and rejoined the others.
Brogo heard a slight splashing noise and felt small droplets of water patter softly onto his footpaws and back. He looked down and saw they were crossing a small ford. When Jefmingel reached the other side, he stopped and turned. Brogo, his vision becoming awfully blurry, looked up to see the black hunters standing on the other side of the ford. He heard their screams mingle with the voices in his head, then heard Jefmingel’s voice ring out, loud and clear.
‘He’s right here! If you want him, try to take him!’ The hunters began to cross the ford, their screams sounding like mocking laughter at Jefmingel’s idiocy. Jefmingel did not take a step, neither forward nor backward. Instead, he took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his voice, ‘REDWAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!’
The hunters stopped, taken aback by this show of resistance. This was the only error they needed to make. Brogo heard a loud rumbling sound. Looking up, he saw a great wall of water come crashing down the scream. There looked to be a badger in the water, fist formed and pulled back preparing to strike the hunters. As the water dew close, the badger released an almighty swing. It seemed to connect with one of the hunters, then the water washed over them, dragging them downstream with its force. Brogo and Jefmingel were wet greatly, though neither complained. Jefmingel turned and started walking again. Looking up, Brogo saw Redwall’s great belltower sticking up over the tops of the trees. Then he blacked out.
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