And here my troubles began (PT 2.)
Characters involved: Fae,Ereik and company(spoofs) hooded weasel(spoof)
Black Gull Tavern
It is dawn...The small group of carpenters are washed up and ready to leave. They look to a silver foxmaid for instruction. The foxmaid is looking at a map of mossflower and looks up. "well today we're going to travel as much as we can and set up camp near the river."
Fae is in a cheerful mood this morning considering what happened last night. She is only a day away from the river. and that means two days from the site she has planned to build her home. The trip seemed like it would go smoother today rather than it was last night.
the small crew nods and grab their things and walk out the door for another day of travel. A tall muscular stoat walks slower than the others his head hanging as though he is sorrowful.
Dirt Road
Only an hour after the group left the tavern and some were already complaining. "we've only had what....four stops since we left? c'mon im tired!" but they were ignored. Fae had not seen Ereik since last night. He had not run to find her or suddenly appear beside her. It was quiet today.
Fae continues to press forward as the sun begins to rise more and more. She hears rustling in the bushes but shrugs it off as the wind.
After a few more miles they finally come to a halt. they move off to the side of the road and rest beside a small stream.
Fae refills her canteen and spots Ereik leaning against a tree watching the sky. she walks over to him calmly. "hello Ereik"
Ereik does not look and fae but nods his head and turns and walks away. After a few more minutes. The group sets off again. Fae sees Ereik ahead of her but does not approach him only continues to walk at a steady pace.
Fae holds up her paw, signaling the others to stop. 'wait a minute....i hear something." she walks out a few steps and listens.....closely.
Like a bolt of lighting something flys out of the bushes and grabs fae holding bothe of her wrists in one thin paw and a knife to her throat in the other. the hooded weasel gives a vile little chuckle.
"finally! i catch up with you" it says in a hoarse raspy voice. he grins and sees that the others do not move....'pathetic....they won't even risk their own fur to save such a....pearl' he thinks himself.
Fae skrieks. "wh-wait! who are you? waht do you want?" and looks around wildly trying to shake of the weasel.
the hooded weasel grins. "me?....my name is of no importance to you! and you!....your are Fae! Fae from redwall! engaged to the champion are you not?" he whispers in her ear.
Fae nods. "i-i am Fae, now...what do you want?....if this has anything to do with flicky....i do not know where he is at the moment so stop bothering me!" and tries to wriggle her paws free.
The hooded Figure holds onto fae tighter. "stop squirming...im not doing this because i want flicktail....you must have a large sum of gold hmm? one who is engaged to the champion of redwall must have some of his wealth right?" the weasel hisses.
Fae laughs. "gold? i haven't a single piece on me! now let me g-"
Suddenly a tall furry beast jumps down from a tree and lands on top of the weasel and the two start fighting...throwing punches kicks. the tall muscular figure that saved fae semed to be winning.
The muscular stoat throws a sharp blow to the hooded weasels face, throwing off his hood and reaviling a horrificly scarred and mutilated face. the blow seemed to have knocked the weasel into unconciousness. The stoat stood up wiping a little blood off of his lip.
"Ereik!" shrieked fae as she ran to hug him. "t-thank you! you saved me!" she had tears rolling down her cheek. Ereik grins. "well i had to make up fer las'night and this seemed like the perfect way to do it...i wouldn' let nofink 'urts you mizz fae" and pats her shoulder. "now...les get goin!" and the group moved on until finally reaching an old stone bridge......