Subject:  Avali's Very Dramatic Past |
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Avali Salacia
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Date Posted: 19:22:00 08/05/05 Fri
In time of need, when danger is nigh,
Look for the demon, the goddess, the sky.
The Demon will be the hero bold,
With a past of terror, future untold.
The Goddess will be the wanderer wise,
Lost is her heart, given to her prize.
The Sky will be in need, desiring freedom,
Together, the three, shall be the saviors of the kingdom.
This is the story of the Goddess, Avali Salacia
Cold winds whistled through the stone corridors of the Balash Manor, only to be broken by the screams and cries of a young fox. It went on for hours until she gave her one last breath. The silence didn't last long, a loud sob of a young male and the fresh cries of a newborn rung out in the night. As if sensing the change in mood, the wind blew a soft lament, soothing the grieving husband and his new daughter.
A few had past since the death of his wife, and Dakar Salacia had made up his mind. Too many memories of his wife were left at the manor, so one night, under the veil of darkness; he snuck away with his daughter strapped to his chest by means of an old leather cloak. It was a great risk, trying to escape the manor, the punishment was enough to make anyone think twice, but in his heart Dakar knew it must be done. How else would his daughter be able to be free? How would anybeast learn of the dangers of passing through the Lord's land? If he wanted others to be safe, he had to risk his own life.
Dakar was not your average fox; he had a natural skill at cooking and was always gentle with his daughter. Though he looked tall, dark, and scary, the others who knew him knew of his loving nature, but any who threatened him would feel his wrath. Being a slave had taught him to keep to himself and be cautious around even his best of comrades.
Not sure where to go, Dakar had headed southwest towards the sea. Finding a small cave along the shore, many miles from the manor, he settled with his daughter. Life was harsh, but it was better than being a slave. The soil was rocky and crops would hardly grow. Fish and seaweed soup was their main diet, but with his knowledge of herbs, Dakar always made it special. Avali, as he called his daughter, had started off being a small and sickly little cub, but she had eventually grown to be as dark-furred and almost as tall as her father, at her young age.
One summer, Avali had sighted a corsair ship along the horizon. A few days later they found it beached, with part of its hull ruined, along with a very angry crew of assorted vermin. Bartering passage by helping repair the vessel and by offering to cook, Dakar and Avali soon found themselves being pirates, and enjoying it.
The ship, Fertswart, became their home, and its crew, their family. Avali, knowing no real family other than her father, was happy to become a crew member, though she was very young. The Captain smiled at her childish antics, wielding a sword much too large, or trying to put a cannonball in the cannon. She became the baby of the crew and could get away with almost anything. They had sailed to the north, but storms had begun to haunt the ship. Almost every night, they were tossed and turned.
The water was a wildcat and they were her prey. As you know, a cat will play with its food before it is eaten.
Three weeks had gone by and the crew was eager to land, but the captain would not, he said he was waiting for something.
One more week passed and they experienced a storm like no other. Thunder boomed, vibrating the very earth itself. Lightening flashed, eluminating everything, as if it were day. The rain chilled them to the very bone, but the waves were the worst. Pitching the ship in every direction possible, threatening to drown them, then instead throwing them skywards. It was finally over when the ship split, too tired to hold together. Dakar was tossed overboard one way, and Avali another, separating them, changing their lives forever.
Avali had seen her father go over, just before her. The fear that ran through her was like a knife, cutting deep into her very soul. She wished to die, but fate had yet another plan for her wet battered body. Flung on a board, once a part of Fertswart's deck, Avali was washed away.
She lay there for three days, each more intolerable than the next. She wished to jump off and drown herself, but her small body did not hold the strength. The morning of the forth day, she woke to the feeling of sand beneath her back. Looking around, she saw a small raspberry bush not far away. She wiggled her way over to it, and ate as many as she could reach from the ground, than she slept. When she woke up, she slowly started to regain her strength. Wandering along the beach, she spotted something glimmering in the sand. After digging it out, she found it was her father's sword. This brought a wave of grief. Realizing that her father was probably dead, she decided to plunge the blade into her chest. Holding it before her with tears streaming from her eyes, she brought it closer. Just as she was about to break her flesh, a mouse appeared before, clad in a simple tunic with a sword strapped to his back. Placing his paws over hers, he gently pushed the sword away from her, than pointing eastwards; he nodded at her and vanished.
Avali left that very moment, not bothering to gather supplies. Three days later of wandering blindly through Mossflower woods, she found herself before Redwall Abbey.
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