User blog:Snowy Longname/Snowy Longname

Prologue
A door slowly creaked open, shedding a thin band of light on the mouse sitting at the old desk. She looked up and smiled at the molebabe poking his head around the solid oaken plank

“are you here for your story Durby?” asked the mousemaid

“yur oi am miz. Can yoi tell me about yon stick?” answered the mole

“of course,” she glanced at the ‘stick’, something that looked like a cross between a staff and a mace, slim and smooth on one end, with deadly wooden spikes on the other, “but I’m afraid it isn’t much of a story, so I’ll tell you instead about its wielder, and her companions” she ran her paws down the shaft, pausing momentarily on its name, The Shortspike.

“Here’s how it goes.”

Chapter One
All was silent. Not a bird chirped, nor insect stirred, struck by the scene of carnage before them. Smoke drifted up from the blackened ruins of the two dwellings in the woods. Inside one of the houses, a mousemaid stirred. She staggered to her feet and stared around in confusion, her gaze suddenly stopping on the twitching form of a hedgehog. She rushed to the beast, but already knew he was dying. He managed to gasp “they came to quickly Snowy, we couldn’t fend them off”

“I know Greyspike, I know” she managed to reply

“They killed almost everyone, but they took Leaf and Night!”

Snowy gasped, blood trickling down from a wound on her face she just noticed. Her brother and sister! She should have saved them, she should have. But instead she had run to the Palespike’s house and almost gotten herself killed.

“Nothing you could have done” Greyspike continued, then he went limp as life left him.

Snowy lowered her head tears mingling with the blood. All of her family was either dead, or enslaved. She raised her head scolding herself. No time for moping, there was wood to gather, bodies to find, a funeral pyre to build… she got up and started working.

The sun was setting as Snowy walked off, following the trail left by the weasel and his gang. She didn’t look back to the thin column of smoke coming from the fire she built for her family. She walked forwards knowing that she would get vengeance, and rescue her siblings, or die trying. She would, or her name wasn’t Snowfall Snowflurie Snowflight Strongtail Sinistri Threebeast Fivepaws Fleetfoot, nicknamed Snowy Longname. She swore it by her spiker, The Longspike

Leaf slowly came out of the dark void of senselessness, becoming aware of a throbbing pain on the back of her head. She opened her eyes and saw her brother, Night, sitting beside her

“Night?” She asked

“Snowy’s not here” he replied, guessing her question

At first Leaf felt a surge of relief that her sister had escaped the vermin, but that quickly turned to despair when she realized that Snowy was probably lying either dead or dying in the ruins of the two houses.

Root shuffled through the Great Hall carrying a heavy basket of walnuts. He was unusually tall and thin for a mole, and quick and agile when he wanted to. The young mole glanced at the tapestry of Martin the Warrior on the wall, an continued his journey to the Kitchen.