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This story is about a small orphan hedgehog, who is adopted by Lord Hanglar, badger lord of Salamandastron. When the Long Patrol found him, they saw he carried only one thing. His father's war club. And instead of crying and whining like most infants, the dibbin hedgehog stared at the ruins of his town, with bloodshot eyes. Not old enough to say it, but thought in his head he would destroy the vermin screaming on his knees that did this, lucky if death came swiftly for the pathetic soul...
The young hedgehog grew up under the stern eye of Lord Hunglar. When the young hedgehog came to Salamandastron, he carried a war club, and didnt talk. Nobeast could blame him, and they only saw the after matter of the war. Lord Hunglar carried a war club, some said it was Lord Sunflash the mase's own. When the hedgehog started talking, he said his name was Zenti, but he would like to change it, after his father. Lord Hanglar granted his wish, so the young Zenti would now be called Spikepaw, after his dead father. Spikepaw learned how to use his club, and he often practiced with the badger lord. There were a lot of battles the first few seasons, but the badger lord would not permitt Spikepaw to go out and fight. One day, durring a midsummer feast at the mountain, a horde of vermin came to the mountain, and surrounded it. This was a large, trained and deadly horde, ready to slay at a moments notice by their leader. Venteroth stood in front of his horde. Not one vermin in the croud, did not look up and see a barbaric war god. A handsome pine martin. About twice the size of a regular one. He was a light brown, with a cream colored underbelly. He had a light rapier tucked in his belt, with his left paw resting lightly on it. Drapped around his shoulders was a deep purple cloak, fastend at the throat with a gold crown. He stood upon a large rock, in front of Salamandastron, looking it over. "Deadear! Get up here!" He comanded, and a little rat scampered up the rock as fast as he could. With no no struggle, Venteroth picked up Deadear, untill the were nose to nose. "See all those openings in the mountain?" asked Venteroth "You and a 10 other warriors, get in there, and slay as many as you can, then report to me with the number of warriors! No go!!" And with that, he kicked him off the rock on to the sand. By Swiftaxe
'C'mon Spikepaw, old chap!' Called out an extremely tall levret.
'Yeah, I'm coming. Just wait a sec' Replied Spikepaw.
Harmey waited impatiently for Spikepaw. He finally appeared with his
beloved club clutched in his paw.
'Well that took a while, wot 'appened?'
'Sensley just wanted to talk to me, she wants me to 'elp her in the
kitchen tomorrow. So, where are we goin, an' what are we gonna see?'
'Jus' come with me Spikey, an' you'll see.' Harmey rushed off through
the honeycombed tunnels of Salamandastron, with Spikepaw hot on his
heels. Spikepaw fell further and further behind Harmey. Then, suddenly
Spikepaw lost sight of him.
'Pssst, in here Spikey, ol' chap' Harmey's voice whispered out of a
crevice in the ancient rock. Spikepaw squeezed in beside his friend.
'Where are we Harmey?' whispered back Spikepaw
'In the gorgeous mountain o' Salamandastron, I would o' thought a bright
spikey bod like yeself would know.' replied Harmey
'I know we're in Salamandastron, but I don't know WHERE' Exclaimed an
'Don't worry. C'mon, we need to see this before they leave' he said as
he moved off.
'Before who leave?' Spikepaw muttered to himself as they once more
plunged on into the enveloping blackness of the honeycombed mountain.
At last Spikepaw saw a twinkling of sunlight.
'Now, look out that window, Spikey Back an' take a look' Harmey said
'Vermin!' Spikepaw said, his voice laced with hatred.
'I think they're preparing for an attack on good ol' Salamandastron.
Whatdya think?' Harmey exclaimed happily
'Of course they are, c'mon we need to get back to Lord Hanglar, REALLY
FAST!' Yelled Spikepaw as he rushed off once more into the darkness.
'WAIT FOR ME OL' CHAP' Replied Harmey, doing likewise..............
By Folrig Streampaw
Lord Venteroth gazed down as he watched his vermin flood towards the much hated mountain of Salamandastron. He thought to himself, and allowed a quick smile to pass over his whiskers. The mountain may have been lucky the first few times that it had been attacked, but the leaders had been stupid, ill-prepared vermin, unlike himself. Once they reached the mountain, there would be much blood shed, perhaps on both sides, but he had a secret weapon that he expected to win him ownership of the mountain. He snapped his claws, and at once a small slave mouse was at his side, his feet and paws in chains.
" You, mouse, get me water, quickly, and send in Silksbane. If you're not back in two minutes.... well, you'll just find out the consequences." he grinned evily to make his point. The mose ran away to do his master's bidding as fast as his bound paws could take him.
The mouse came back less than one minute later with a jeweled cup filled with luke-warm water, but with no sighn of the vixen Silksbane. " Where's the fox, mouse?" He growled in a menacing tone. The mouse quivered, and nelt down for a blow. "Master, I cold not find her anywhe....ayyyyyyee!" The mouse shreiked in pain as the marten lashed at him with a small whip. "I said to bring the vixen, why do you disobey?" he delt the mouse another stinging blow and sent him away. Sighing, he closed his eyes to ward off a headache. When he looked up, the vixen stood before him, black as night, her green eyes glowing. "Ah, Silksbane." he said with mock comradship. "My friend, I am in need of your skills. Can you disguise yourself as a hare, by any chance? I need you in the mountain, and maybe, my assasin, you can kill the badger yourself. There would be a great reward for such a feat, you know." He winked at her, and she smiled grimly. In a voice not much more than a whisper, she replied, " Sire, I am the master of disguise. A hare is a mere trifle. I will get into the mountain with ease, at your command." Ventroth smiled, his fangs flashing. "Oh, but I expect you to, friend. For you know the consequences for disobediance." The vixen bowed, and she hurried away, to alter herself in ways that would make her unrecodnized by her peers.
She smiled as she put on the skull cap that elongated her ears, and bound her tail to nothing more than a nub. In went the false teeth that caused her upper lip to protrude, and she put on false whiskers. Also, she had to put on pices on her legs, to make them larger and longer, in the way that hare's were. She looked at her reflection in a mirror and found a black hare staring back. She grinned, and laughed a little to herself, and was off.
By Latila Swiftclaw.
Lord Hanglar was still quietly pondering the script when he heard someone yelling for him. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped out of the badgers' chambers, and into the bright sunlight of reality. Emerging, he saw a rather nervous levert, Harmy, was his name. One of Spikepaw's mates, the lord recalled. Harmey cleared his throat. "Lord, sah. I'm afraid I 'ave two things to say. The first is rather important, sah." Hanglar started to feel slightly worried, deep inside, but quelled the feeling quickly. "Speak up, chappie," he encouraged the leveret. "I was with Spikepaw, sah, and we spotted vermin troops outside Salamandas-" "What?" Exclaimed Lord Hangler. "Did you just say we're under attack?" He asked. "Yes sah." Harmey replied. "And, one more thing, Spike-" Once again, Lord Hangler did not letHarmey finish. He rushed off, and his voice boomed out through the mountain. He was obviously in the echo room. "All warriors report! Everyone else to a safe place! Vermin are outside, ready to attack! Warriors to battle stations! You all know what to do!" He grabbed up his mace, which is said to have belonged to Sunflash, and rushed out. Harmey was left standing by himself. "That was good, ol' chap" He muttered to no one in particular. "Now you have to find the ol' Spikey fellah by yourself" He headed off into the darkness once more, looking for his friend. Spikepaw had no idea where he was, and neither did this black hare, it seemed. He was sure they had passed that last overhang just minutes before. He was getting worried. 'Lost in your own home, what a laugh' He thought. He felt hopelessly lost, thought he'd never get out of these dark tunnels of rock. He'd become trapped forever, rocks all around..... "It looks like we're a tad lost, wot?" Her voice broke through his somber thoughts, and he turned to look at her, surprised. "That we are, I'd say" He replied. "I don't know about you, but this part o' the mountain is a mystery. Lets hope Harmey, my friend, is still looking for me!" "Well," she said "Do you have any gut feelings about which way we should go?" "This way's as good as any" He said, as he gestured to a tunnel leading off the one they were walking along. They padded into the new tunnel, hoping it would lead them out to the main tunnels. Spikepaw noticed the strange texture of the rock walls here, and the ground was uneven, and also sloped down slightly. This did not seem like your average tunnel, Spikepaw thought, but brushed it away quickly. What they both didn't know was exactly where it would lead them. An amazing place, where no one had been in many, many seasons...... Meanwhile the legendary fighting hares of Salamandastron were preparing for war. They had a small advantage now. The vermin didn't know that the Salamandastron crew knew about them. An advantage that could be the line between victory, and defeat. Standing at one of the window slits, a youngish hare shuffled nervously, her bow in paw. "Your first battle, wot, wot?" An older, more experienced warrior asked. "Yes, sah" She piped up. He patted her on the back. "You're a good warrior, ol' chap. Now, don't you worry. We'll pull through, the hares of Salamandas tron didn't get their name for nothing!" He tried to reassure her, but had a heavy heart. He knew what war could do to a brave warrior. He wasn't looking forward to this. Not by a long shot........
By Folrig Streampaw
As Spikepaw and Silksbane trodded on, down the seemingly enless winding tunnel, the walls started getting noticably narrower. Silksbane was getting weary and thought about turning around to find the lighted passageway she'd been in just hours before. She sighed. The dark air was growing gradualy hotter, and shortly she feared that her wax wiskers wuld melt off. Spikepaw looked over at her, but couldn't see the imposture hare in the darkness. He slowly resumed his search up ahead for any traces of a familiar landmark or small window that would indicate where they were. Then he saw it. It wasn't much but it made his heart leap with hope. Up ahead, a small peak of light could be seen trailing through what appeared to be an open doorway. "Would ya look at that!" He smiled happily. "We're saved! I bet that's the dining hall!" But as he ran closer, he found that it was not. The two beasts stood in the doorway of what looked like a work room. Heavy metal and wooden weapons lay piled in corners and hung on the walls. In the center of the room, a fire bubbled in a huge rock basin that seemed to be an oil spring. Spikepaw ran forward. "Hello?" His heart beat madly. No other creatures where in the room. Silksbane gazed around in wonder. "This place looks as though it hasn't been visited for years, bucko! Look at all the weapons!" In her head, she thought about how much praise she'd get from her lord for finding this place. The hedgehog turned towards his companion. Then his eyes widened. What stood in front of him was a dripping mess. Silksbane's wax wiskers and teeth where deformed and melting in the heated room. She turned her head this way and that. "What're you goggling at wot wot? You're lookin' at me like I just grew an extra set of eyes ol' chap!" Spikepaw instantly regained his composure. "Well, don't panick but... Your teeth are melting. Pre'aps 'tis a cold." The foxe's heart thudded so hard in her chest that she thought it might jump out. Then she realized how clueless this hedgehog was. "Teeth don't blinkin' melt wot when you've got a cold! This place is danger bucko! But have no fear, while you retreat I'll cover your back." "Come on!" The hedgehog waved his paw, gesturing for the 'hare' to follow him. Then he saw another door across from where they'd entered. "This way." A heavy rusted barred door was over the other passage way, but with the two creatures pulling it together, they managed to open it enough to slip through. But another problem blocked their way. A large bolder. Spikepaw backed up then ran, slamming himself into the bolder. Then the black 'hare' joined in. After pounding it for about half an hour, it moved about six inches. Then Silksbane got an idea. She ran to one wall and picked up a long steel pike. The vixen cleverly wedged it under on end of the rock, and heaved with all her might. Spikepaw did the same. Within an hour, the boulder had been moved to the side. The two stepped into a long, narrow room. A single candle was lit, it was placed in the center of the room. The hedgehog could see drawings etched over the walls. Then he realized that he was in the secret chamber of Salamandastron where only badger lords where alowed. Luckily, the lord had left the door open when he'd left. Spikepaw and Silksbane ran out into the light. The hedgehog regretted that he hadn't spent more time in the work room, now it dawned on him that that was the workshop that lord Brocktree had made Martin's legendary sword in. But then he remembered the danger on paw. How much time did he have until the vermin attacked Salamandastron? Had the hares already lost? Were Harmey and the rest of his friends still alive? How much time had he spent wandering around, lost in his own home. With his heart beating fast, he set off headlong into another, more known tunnel.
While Silksbane and Spikepaw drew nearer to the populated areas of Salamandastron, Lord Venteroth was growing impatient.
He paced back and forth, muttering, "Idiot me, I should have known that silly rat Deadear would get lost or killed. Idiot rat. Should've known..."
An hour later, Venteroth's patience snapped.
He yanked a slave mouse to him and snapped, "Get me Burnclaw! Now!"
The wretched mouse scurried, scrambling nimbly through the crowd of bored vermin. He returned five minutes later, a tall, red-furred ferret trailing him. Venteroth stepped down from his perch upon the big rock and greeted the beast witha grim, tense smile.
"Aahhh, Burnclaw! C'mere, I need your skills to help me begin attack. That idiot Deadear seems to have gone off daisy-picking, so I need you and your crew to construct aboyut twelve dozen fire-slingers. If they work, we'll make more'n that, but we'll try 'em first."
Burnclaw bowed deeply and said in a deep voice, "Your command will be carried out within the day, m'lord."
"Better be," the ine marten snarled as the ferret scurried away.
Back inside the mountain, Spikepaw and Silksbane had finally found their way to a residential area of the mountain. The ever-thinking fox, seeing an oppurtunity, slipped off in the direction of the kitchens. She left a suddenly confused Spikepaw, still walking down a hall, in her wake.
"Well, d'you think--huh? Where'd she go? She was here a minute ago!"
The fox peered into the kitchen, and, seeing no one about, went to work. The first thing she did was take a small glass vial from beneath her cloak and distribute its bluish, powdery contents between the six huge water barrels standing in a corner. Then, she began poisoning every food item in the kitchen, leaving nothing untouched. As Silksbane finished her poisoning, she heard thumping footsteps coming down the hall. Lord Hunglar walked in as Silksbane left, took a great gulp of water from one of the barrels . . . and slowly toppled over.
A huge, all-black badger trudged up the side of Salamadastron, idly swinging his massive greatsword. A hare patrolling the side of the mountain skidded to a halt as he caught sight of the dark form diligently makign its way up the mountainside.
"Oi! You there! Who're you?" The curious hare yelled.
"Darkblade. You?" The badger bellowed back.
The hare was cut off in midsentence as another hare came dashing towards Moonbrook, yelling as he came.
"Lord Hunglar! He's dead!" He cried out wildly.
"Hunglar? What? My father!" The badger took off at a dead sprint for the entranceway.
By Alphaflame Strongfoot