User blog:UngattTrunn/The Tale of Two Kings

This story is about the two greatest villains and a few other great heroes overlooked. Enjoy.

Ungatt Trunn was awake before he opened his eyes. He took in scents and sounds. There was the calming smell of smoke from a driftwood fire; he could hear it crackling. He also heard the sizzling of some meat being roast over the fire. Then he heard somebeast humming; it was a gruff, old voice. It sounded like an old war chant the beast he assumed was male was humming, like from the Fire Mountain, the place he had occupied for a short time and then it was taken back by its rightful owner, Lord Brocktree. He sighed deeply. There was no point going back there; the mountain was lost. He instead thought about the two traitors who had abandoned him, one of whom even tried to kill him. :Groddil and Fragorl, he thought hatefully, I'll get you two one day! He then opened his eyes. At first all he could see was the gray cavern cieling. He slowly began noticing things, the glow of the fire, the warm blankets draped about him, the agonising pain in his back. Then the somebeast humming stopped. A head of an old battle-scarred hare appeared over him. The hare had a gray eye patch over his left eye.
 * "So, your awake, Trunn," the old, gruff hare said smugly, "You've been out for nearly two days. I myself was beginning to doubt that you were alive."

Ungatt tried to speak, but a stinging pain caught up with his throat and he coughed up blood.
 * "Hey-oh, easy now, old thing. Your spine isn't nearly healed, and so you won't be able to do much of anythin' until 'tis."

Then everything that happenned in recent memories flowed back through his head. His battle with Brocktree, the ship Bloodwake on the horizon, many carcasses of his Blue Horde in the waves as well as his captain, Karangool, the thought that it was over, he was going to drown...
 * And this... hare, one obviously from the Fire Mountain, had saved his life. He eventually found his voice, but only just. "You," he choked, "I stole your home, tortured your friends, brought about the death of your king, Stonefoot..."
 * The hare shook his old, grisled head. "Trunn, you are a true conqueror. The death of Stonepaw was a tragedy, but it was inevitable. He was very old, older than myself. I kept myself fit, and I am striving to not let my age keep up with me. I did not feel good under Brocktree, and voiced my opinions thus. Lost my eye fighting my way out. I came to find you... knowing you would never die."
 * "What do you call yourself, hare?" Ungatt asked hoarsely.
 * The old scarred hare saluted with a bare arm rippling with muscles. "Sir Stiffener Medick at your service, old chap."
 * The wildcat closed his eyes and nodded feebly. He tried to go back to sleep as Stiffener Medick went back to tend the fire, but something was moving at his footpaws, tickling him and keeping him awake. He grunted to the old hare, who just shook his head and laughed. An extremely fat little baby stoat that looked know more than a few days old climbed up his leg and onto his aching chest.
 * "Whutwho?" Ungatt gasped.
 * "Ah, pay him none of your attention, kind sir," Stiffener chuckled, "this little tike I found yesterday. His mother was one of your blue ones, and she'd been mortally wounded. She grasped my paw with her devilishly cold, blue paws and asked me to take care of her son. It wasn't until after she died a few moments later that I found the babe, wrapped in a little silk shawl about the maid's waist. I had to take something of her's to give to the lad when he got older, so I took the silk shawl, and also a silver medallion around her neck with nought on it but a image of a funny little wooden boot with a pointed toe. Can't imagine why she had something so queer, but I felt as if her son should have it. She never told me a name, so I just call him Tramun."