"Finally, nighttime! Here I am, camped out by the gorge. It is raining, and I can see the vermin, about a mile away. Perry is here with me, and we were trying to see how we could travel across, but now it's too dark. I wonder if Sister Krisane's promise will hold true? It is a rather strange thing she said..."
"My dear Krisane, please tell us the answer!" Abbot Reame exclaimed. Someone had finally figured it out.
The young squirrel had a cheeky grin on her face. "Oh it was easy, Father Abbot! So very easy!" She pointed a paw at the otter Perry. "You!"
Perry, who had been leaning against the gatehouse doorframe, suddenly started up. "Wh-wha? Um, what about me?"
Krisane walked over to the male otter and planted herself in front of him. "My dear friend, tell me, what is your full name?"
"Er, well... Okay, fine, it's Peridot."
"Exactly! A peridot is a gemstone! D'ya get it now?" By now, Krisane was hopping around the gatehouse excitedly. She stopped for a moment, adding, "Oh and he is strong..." gazing at Perry dreamily.
"Er..." The poor otter could not think of how to react, until Marn spoke up.
"Yes, yes, he is the gem with strength, and Lily and he must go to the west, eh? But what of the violet paws, and the 'flower of moss'?"
Suddenly, Skipper said, "Oh, I think I know that place! Some, er, relations I have say that they've gone some'ere over to the west, sayin' stuff 'bout a land called, um, I think, Mossfowl? No, wait, Molsflowns? I dunno... But it 'ad somthin' ta do with moss, if'n I amember properly..."
Lily, who had been quiet, interrupted. "Well, as long as it's in the west and has something concerning 'flower' or 'moss,' I think we should be on our way, Perry an' me... Sister Krisane, just tell us about this 'violet paws,' if you may?" Strangely, she was having second thoughts about whether or not the squirrel would tell her.
"Oh don't worry, you'll meet him soon enough! He's a friend of mine, y'know, and if you just wait a bit by the gorge, I promise you, he'll be there!"
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"And that is how we are here! Perry and I had to creep along the side of our dear Loamhedge, for we knew that the vermin were somewhere near. But then it started to rain, and it was safer to travel. Did you know, this is my first time out of Loamhedge? Odd as it is, Perry has been out here dozens of times, and has assured me that he knows the way..."
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"Er, yore lordship sire, sir, er, a sentry has seen some figures, er movin' out o' the Loam'edge Thing, sir!"
Blacktongue glared at the quivering messenger rat. Who had employed these cowardly creatures? "Lissen ta me, it's Loamhedge Abbey, y'hear? Loamhedge Abbey. Gerrouta my sight, now! And send me that sentry!" It was Loamhedge Abbey now, but soon it would be the Deathkin Castle, with Blacktongue on the throne!
A tall ferret arrived, saying, "Yes, Warlord?"
"Tell me the news."
"Well, sir, two or three, we can't relly tell, 'ave bin movin' round the side o' the Abbey, sir, movin' our way."
"And have you seen what manner of creatures they are? Whether or not they have weapons, and if they mean us harm?"
"No, sir..."
"... Why, why, why must this tribe with accursed by stoopid vermin? Argh, let me show you how it's done." He stumbled off, determined to find out more information about the unknown beasts.
As he walked, tribe members around him were whispering.
"Wots 'e doin', now?"
"Gone crazy, methinks."
"Yarr, they always said that treasure cin make one go mad..."
"'E don' look like 'e's going ta a party now, innit?"
"Methinks that he's possessed! I once knew a pore creature who'd bin possessed! Oi, twere a terrible, terrible thing..."
Blacktongue arrived at the edge of the camp. Kicking a rat aside, he squinted out into the distance... And at that very moment, it started to rain.
"Arrgh! Now it rains! How wunnerful!" Nonetheless, he proceeded to peer out. "I ain't seein' no two or three beasts, now, d'you?" he screeched at the clan. "No!" He marched back to where he was sitting before, and that was that.
A weasel who was crouched a few feet away from the angry leader commented to his friend, giggling, "Apparently 'e's inna bad mood, eh?" Seconds later, a clod of dirt struck him full in the face.
The rain soon started getting heavier, and the tribe began setting up tents and lean-tos.
Soon, thought Blacktongue. Soon I will be inside yore pretty lil' walls, darlin' Abbey. You will be called Deathkin Castle... Soon! Very soon... Well, as long as this accursed rain lets up...
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A/N- Sorry for taking so long to update, but I did say that I would be busy! Anyway, I won't be able to update anymore, not for a loooong time, because of school. Also, this is the last chapter in this "book." I'm starting a new story that will be the second book! So, watch out for "Lily of Loamhedge, Book II." Oh and as you can see, the lines/rulers/things aren't working, ugh!