User blog:Silas switch/Outcast of the Isle of Kilnn

PROLOGUE: She was born in the North with the name of Silas (for her father had wanted a boy) with grey fur as soft as new-fallen snow and wide amber eyes. She was the light of her father's life, and all a mother could ask for. But one day, misfortune raised its ugly head and enclosed the family in its maw. The War Queen was coming! It was early afternoon, when Silas was swaddled in cloth and taken by her mother deeper into the woods. Her mother, Brushtail, laid Silas by a rotting long, and covered her in tall soft ferns. Brushtail then took a slip of paper and the only item of value she possessed; an uncut ruby, from her apron pocket. She laid these both by Silas, gathered the ferns closer around her daughter, and ran away. The War Queen was coming! Fallow, a weasel Captain, sheathed his falchion and kicked a dead rat out of his way. He watched his troops burning down huts and destroying dwellings, muttering, "Plunder? More like lowly o' worms." He bent down, plucking a metal ring from the grass. "'Ello, wot's this? Not much, but it'll do." He slid it up on his middle claw. A commotion made him turn. A small force of shrews were ferociously fighting with loaded slings. He smiled wolfishly, saying "Won't be much left of you lot, once the Queen comes. As if on cue, a loud drawn-out howl rebounded eerily off the tree trunks, causing a lull in the fighting. Cresting a hill, the onlookers saw the biggest vixen ever to walk the earth. She was a beautiful golden-red, barbarically garbed in a white pelt war-dress from some long slain enemy. She wore a metal helmet forged to look like a skull, with matching breastplate and gauntlets. She wielded a broadsword, which she slung about her head with great gusto. she howled out again, sending shivers down the spines of even her own troops. The War Queen had arrived!