User blog:Hollyfire53/Outcast

Yeah, this'll be a little shorter than normal. Get over it :)

Oh, outcast, take me to your secret lair, where the clouds chase each other forever, the water falls forever, and I am away from the problems of the world- away from war, away from hunger, away from problems, themselves in general. ''Well, you haven't come to the right place. Here, you just see it through another's eyes.''

Prologue
Ascler the Otter Warrior sat in his Holt cave. He yawned and stretched out. A younger warrior- Ocyryo, approached him. “Ascler? Can I hear about the battle of Little Creek?” The warrior grinned and nodded. Ocyryo was one of his favorite otterlits, as the Holt called young otters that weren't quite full-grown, but were far from babes. “First ya gotta get t'elderberry ale mug fro'in m'room, an' fill it w' elderberry ale t'wet m'whistle fer the tale.” Ocyryo blinked up at Ascler. “But Dewbery won' let me get any ale! I'm too young!” So smart! thought Ascler. “But don' worry, likkle matey! Jus' tell 'er that's fer me!” The young otter hurried off, eager to get his story. Ocyryo found the mug in Ascler's chamber, then hurried off to another cave where Dewbery, the Holt cook, kept the elderberry ale. “But yore too young!” exclaimed the cookotter. “But don' worry, likkle matey! Jus' tell 'er that's fer me!” Ocyryo quoted. Dewbery blinked to hold back her laughter. “So tis for Ascler, th'naughty ol' thing?” “Yah, yah.” Feeling foolish, Ocyryo nodded rapidly. “For Ascler!” After acquiring the ale, and Ocyryo was walking back towards Ascler's cave, a big otter, the Skipper's daughter, came up to him. “So, what'cha doin', Ocee?” “Hi, Snoflyt.” Ocyryo tried hard not to look at her. “You got ALE in there?” “For Ascler.” Snoflyt snorted. “Yeah, right. Stole it right off Dewbery, ye did!” “Go ask her!” Ocyryo snapped, hurrying off. Cloudsteeth, she ticks me off! Snoflyt watched him hustle off. “Only the guilty deny.” she sneered. “Mayhaps this'll be good fer the Skip t'ear 'bout.”

Chapter One
A large otter sat by the banks of a river, watching the currents swirl here and there. He sighed, and twirled a finger in the water, but the currents that lived there just kept swimming past him.  The otter stood up. He was a small otter but very brawny and young. He had a javelin attached to a haversack on his shoulder, and a traveling cloak blew in the passing winds. He turned and looked back over his shoulder. “Father, why must I do this? Why did you exile me, from everything I loved?” he wailed at the trees behind him. The wind replied, ''You know you must, Ocyryo. It has been two score days since... his death.'' “No! I did not poison Ascler! I did what he asked! It... it was Snoflyt's fault! I shouldn't be an... an outcast!” Ocyryo called despairingly. ''You... know you must... Ocyryo! Take it... like a warrior, brave... one.'' The wind faded away and died. The otter flung himself on the ground and wept himself to sleep.



When he woke up the next morning, the world was bathed in purple and pink light from the sun. The trees, blocking the spectacle from Ocyryo, but they just made everything lovelier. As Ocyryo stood up, he felt all the despair of the night before flood through him. He blinked hard to clear his vision. A rustling made him whirl around. He grabbed his javelin from his haversack and pointed it at the offending bushes. “Who's there?” he snarled, reminding him painfully of Snoflyt. A pretty ottermaid stepped daintily out of the leaves and twigs. She looked up at him and feigned surprise. “Oh! Am I disturbing you?” Ocyryo blinked for the third time today. “N-no. No, you're okay.” She smiled, and Ocyryo was dazzled. “Good. I am Dyryde.” ''I could swear that she's a member of our Holt, what with all the “y”s.” The otter outcast smiled in return and nodded distractedly. “Yes, greetings, Dyryde. I am Ocyryo, an outcast of my Holt.” The beautiful ottermaid looked at Ocyryo. “You-you can't be! He's dead!” “Dead?” “Yes, after-after Skip was killed and Snoflyt became Skipper, she told us all that you had killed Skip so she-she'd killed- killed you.” Dyryde's unusual green eyes were big with confusion. “Me, kill Skip? No, but I'd like to.” When he saw the ottermaid's eyes widen further in horror, he chuckled lightly. “Ma'am, I'm kidding. Syryn and Skip exiled me after Ascler's poisoning.” “Oh, yes. That was terrible, wasn't it?” Ocyryo winced. “Yeah, got me blamed fer it and branded a murderer!” Dyryde seemed not to realize his point. “You mean, you of all otters was blamed for Ascler's death?” The exiled warrior nodded sadly. “Although I was simply innocent.” “How? I mean, how were you blamed?” Dyryde blushed. “Simple. I wanted to hear about the Battle of Little Creek from Ascler. He told me to go get him some elderberry ale from Dewbery. She gave me the ale. I met Snoflyt in the clearing, she was real suspicious. Said she'd tell Skip. Then of course I went back and gave Ascler th'ale, and... well...” “He died.” Dyryde whispered. She was humbled by the story. ''Such an innocent otter... exiled for no reason...'' “But can't you come back?” she asked. “How? Syryn and Skip exiled me, Dyryde. I'm an outcast.” He snapped, then regretted it. “But both of them are dead!” “Syryn's dead? My father is dead? Why didn't you tell me?” Ocyryo's eyes grew huge. Then he blinked. “It won't do any difference. Snoflyt won't allow me to return.” Dyryde blinked in return. “Yes, but no otter will mind you coming in!” The otter warrior's face grew hard. “Yes they will- Syryn told them that I killed Ascler, and no Skip in her right mind would allow me back into the Holt.” Dyryde nodded. But there's gotta be some way... Ocyryo suddenly asked, “But why are you this far away from the Holt?” “I too am in exile.” Dyryde nearly laughed at Ocyryo's horrified look. “Yes, I am.” “Whatever for?” “For... for speaking out against Snoflyt. She wanted to invade the nearby Holts for glory, but I told her that there was no glory in massacre. Most of the otters agreed with me, so that night, Wyfyre crept into my tent.” Wyfyre was the best assassin in the Holt. “I got away, but Snoflyt was woken up. She called after me as I fled, 'You are exiled from our Holt, to be killed on sight! Go join Ocyryo in traitor's exile!' So, here I am!” Ocyryo nodded.

Chapter Two
A large tan-colored otter strode across the clearing towards a gathering of stones. She gazed at them and the words on them- Ascler, Syryn, Skipper Kytuyr, Wyfrye. ''All noble otterwarriors- Ascler, poisoned by the traitor Ocyryo, Syryn, who went mad over the loss of Ocyryo and killed himself, Skipper Kytuyr, who was killed by the other traitor, Dyryde, and Wyfrye, who was killed in the chasing-out of Dyryde. Four otters, all dead by or because of Ocyryo and Dyryde.'' Skipper Snoflyt moved on to a huge pile of sticks that had seven words on it-


 * Traitors Ocyryo and Dyryde- Dead To Us

Snoflyt spat on the sticks and moved on, around the stones. Then she nodded. Everything was in it's place. An otterguard stomped up to her. “My lady, Myfyrth is requesting Naming Permission.” Naming Permission was one of the standards that Snoflyt had created when she became Skipper. It stated that all the mothers that had otterbabes were required to have them named by Snoflyt. The Skipper nodded. “Tell her I'm coming.” She followed the otterguard back to her cave. “Myfyrth.” she nodded to the otterwife. “Skipper Snoflyt.” Myfyrth replied. Snoflyt winced. “If you please, I prefer Queen Snoflyt. Skipper is so... manly, ya know?” Cloudsteeth! Myfyrth thought in alarm. ''Queen Snoflyt! What is this Holt turning into?'' “Yes, Queen Snoflyt.” She smiled, and something in that satisfactory smile made Myfyrth quiver in fear. “We have no need to be THAT formal. I believe just “ma'am” will do, for now.” It was the for now that bothered the otterwife. They sat in awkward silence until Snoflyt asked rather impatiently, “Well, you must've come fer some reason, eh?” Myfyrth nodded, relieved. “Oh, yes ma'am. Three otterbabes needing names, one male and two female.” Snoflyt felt sorry for the little otter mother, so she offered, “Do you have any that you were... hoping for?” Relieved, Myfyrth replied, “I'd like to name the male.” Snoflyt smiled homily. “Of course, dearie.” ''Dearie! As if she was my mother!'' Myfyrth thought in dread. When she was silent, Snoflyt prompted her. “Myfyrth?” The ottermaid shook his head as if to clear her vision. She whispered, “I... I'd like to name him Ocyryo.” Snoflyt's face blanched. She croaked out hoarsely, “O-Ocyryo?” Myfyrth nodded. She regretted her request now. “Yes, like my other son.” How did I forget that Ocyryo was Myfyrth's son? The Skipper stood up quickly. “No! No, Ocyryo will forever be a tainted name! Name your daughters Krystlyr and Lystry. And name your son Hyuyk. Never mention the name Ocyryo in my presence again! Under penalty of death!” After calming down a bit, she whispered coldly, “You are dismissed, Myfyrth.” The otterwife hurried out of the cave with the names running around in her head- Krystlyr, Lystry, and Hyuyk... for some reason, they ALL seemed familiar...