Post by Raeoki on Jan 26, 2010 20:50:47 GMT -5
(Out of Story: 'Ello! This is Book 1 of the 'Myths of Flint-Grey' series, made by MOI. They aren't really myths, by the by, well at least in the Flint-Grey world. They are just CALLED myths. :3 First chapter is borin'. But then again most first chapters are. -.- I haven't even finished Chapter 2 in Microsoft Word, but for some reason I'm going to finished it on here. So...Sit back, relax, and PLEASE enjoy the story!!)
Crescent, a Brown Bat, watched the beauty of the stars twinkle in and out over his head. He lived in a small village called Flint-Gray. Flint-Gray was the only village in an unknown to other creatures place called Moxie Caverns, named after its founder; a young girl Big-eared bat named Moxie who led her colony to freedom from the Snakes of Forx. Crescent smiled a bit, “I wish I could’ve met Moxie…” He whispered dreamily. Crescent had heard that there was a painting of the valiant bat in The Chamber, which was where all the elders (bats forty-one or older and the leader) met to discuss…well, Crescent wasn’t sure. Whenever he asked his Grandfather what they talked about he would just shrug and say, “Oh, you know, stuff…”
There was a WHOOSH sound, indicating another bat had landed on the small cliff that sprouted out of the exterior cave. “Crescent?”
It was the Chieftain of Flint-Gray, an albino bat named Talon. Crescent immediately spun around to look at his leader. “hecko, Chief Talon!”
Talon blinked at the young bat. “Crescent, hasn’t your father warned you of the dangers of being alone? There are raccoons out here, snakes, owls…”
Crescent waved his right claw to indicate he got what his Chief meant. “He has. But you shouldn’t worry about me, Chief Talon, I have echo-location.”
Talon wrinkled his nose. “When I saw you, you had a dreamy look on your face and the only thing you were using with your mouth was whispering something I couldn’t hear.” The albino bat raised an eye-brow.
Crescent blinked. “Oh…Right, uh…I’m sorry, Chief Talon.” He said with a frown.
Talon smiled a bit. “It’s alright, Crescent. You’re lucky that I’m not your father, you know how strict he is…”
Crescent prodded the ground. “You don’t have to tell me that, Chief Talon…I wish Papa didn’t always use the word ‘if’…He really mustn’t think about possibilities, I mean, can’t he be glad that life isn’t what he always fears over?” Crescent sighed.
Talon shook his head. “That is just the way he is, Crescent…Perhaps it is better if you listen to him then wish he is different…yes?” He knew how Crescent felt, his older brother, Scar, was like Crescent’s father, and the poor bat fell because Talon scoffed at him…Not taking any heeds of Scars warning. Talon shook his head, to show to Crescent that he was thinking casually instead of mourning, just to not worry the young brother. “Come, Crescent, we better get inside the Caverns before everybody in Flint-Gray thinks we got ourselves munched on by skunks.”
Chieftain Talon said with a smile, quickly ending his small remembering. Crescent nodded and flapped his wings with his better, and they took off, into Moxie Cavern.
They passed The Chamber, which was a room protected with stalactites and stalagmites, only a narrow hole where only adult bats could fly through, and things that were about their size or smaller. They took a sharp turn at a rock that looked like sleeping camel and dived downward. The two bats flew passed a small crevice that looked like a gaping mouth with long fangs made out of stalactites and stalagmites. The only part without the rock fangs was in the center of the crevice, the gateway to Flint-Gray. They landed softly on the lichen floor, and nodded to three Vampire Bat Guards perched on stalagmites. They fluttered into the entrance.
Talon led Crescent to his hut before the albino bat went to his own home. Crescent wiped his nose on his wing before stepping over a small rock that made up a door to his home, the rest of the entrance was a gaping hole. Crescent looked around. “Mama? Papa?” He called.
“Ah! Crescent! You’re here!” His mother, Feather, poked her head out of a gaping hole that led to the living room and swooped over to her son.
His father stepped through the hole, not giving Crescent a warm embrace with his wings, unlike his mother. Crescent hugged her back before she released him. “Hi, Papa.” Crescent greeted with a smile.
“It’s nearly dawn.” Lucas-that was his father’s name-muttered. “If you’d want to go on your first Hunting Party, I’d suggest you go to your room.”
Crescent frowned and nodded. “I nearly forgot about the Hunting Party…” He muttered before saying goodnight to his mother and father and glided to his room. Crescent clung upside-down to the ceiling smothered in moss that stuck to the ceiling with a thick layer of sticky mud. Crescent thought about the Hunting Party. Every season the hunters of the Flint-Gray would go out on an all week hunting trip and bring back the food. Half of the food they’d brought back would be used for a feast; the rest of the half would be used for the food-storage for the coming seasons.
His family on his father side (a family’s occupation was determined by the father’s lineage) was a long-line of hunters. Even before his family went to live in Flint-Gray they were hunters. Crescent wiggled happily. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow! It was the day he had been waiting for his whole life-well maybe not his whole his life. At least when his hearing senses came to him as a babe. Crescent closed his eyes, a large grin on his young face. He had been dreaming about tomorrow ever since he became fourteen…how wonderful that hunting week should be! All the families who weren’t hunters had been weaving baskets for the hunters to carry their prey in. Crescent shuddered happily. Sure, bats his age would be the ones to carry the basket, he would have to wait until he was eighteen for him to actually hunt, though Crescent
wasn’t sure why, but his father did say that most of the hunting could be pretty dangerous. Maybe that was why?
Ah, well. All that counts is that he was fourteen, a brown bat, and going on a Hunting Party. Who cared about details!?
[glow=red,2,300]Chapter 1[/glow]
Crescent, a Brown Bat, watched the beauty of the stars twinkle in and out over his head. He lived in a small village called Flint-Gray. Flint-Gray was the only village in an unknown to other creatures place called Moxie Caverns, named after its founder; a young girl Big-eared bat named Moxie who led her colony to freedom from the Snakes of Forx. Crescent smiled a bit, “I wish I could’ve met Moxie…” He whispered dreamily. Crescent had heard that there was a painting of the valiant bat in The Chamber, which was where all the elders (bats forty-one or older and the leader) met to discuss…well, Crescent wasn’t sure. Whenever he asked his Grandfather what they talked about he would just shrug and say, “Oh, you know, stuff…”
There was a WHOOSH sound, indicating another bat had landed on the small cliff that sprouted out of the exterior cave. “Crescent?”
It was the Chieftain of Flint-Gray, an albino bat named Talon. Crescent immediately spun around to look at his leader. “hecko, Chief Talon!”
Talon blinked at the young bat. “Crescent, hasn’t your father warned you of the dangers of being alone? There are raccoons out here, snakes, owls…”
Crescent waved his right claw to indicate he got what his Chief meant. “He has. But you shouldn’t worry about me, Chief Talon, I have echo-location.”
Talon wrinkled his nose. “When I saw you, you had a dreamy look on your face and the only thing you were using with your mouth was whispering something I couldn’t hear.” The albino bat raised an eye-brow.
Crescent blinked. “Oh…Right, uh…I’m sorry, Chief Talon.” He said with a frown.
Talon smiled a bit. “It’s alright, Crescent. You’re lucky that I’m not your father, you know how strict he is…”
Crescent prodded the ground. “You don’t have to tell me that, Chief Talon…I wish Papa didn’t always use the word ‘if’…He really mustn’t think about possibilities, I mean, can’t he be glad that life isn’t what he always fears over?” Crescent sighed.
Talon shook his head. “That is just the way he is, Crescent…Perhaps it is better if you listen to him then wish he is different…yes?” He knew how Crescent felt, his older brother, Scar, was like Crescent’s father, and the poor bat fell because Talon scoffed at him…Not taking any heeds of Scars warning. Talon shook his head, to show to Crescent that he was thinking casually instead of mourning, just to not worry the young brother. “Come, Crescent, we better get inside the Caverns before everybody in Flint-Gray thinks we got ourselves munched on by skunks.”
Chieftain Talon said with a smile, quickly ending his small remembering. Crescent nodded and flapped his wings with his better, and they took off, into Moxie Cavern.
They passed The Chamber, which was a room protected with stalactites and stalagmites, only a narrow hole where only adult bats could fly through, and things that were about their size or smaller. They took a sharp turn at a rock that looked like sleeping camel and dived downward. The two bats flew passed a small crevice that looked like a gaping mouth with long fangs made out of stalactites and stalagmites. The only part without the rock fangs was in the center of the crevice, the gateway to Flint-Gray. They landed softly on the lichen floor, and nodded to three Vampire Bat Guards perched on stalagmites. They fluttered into the entrance.
Talon led Crescent to his hut before the albino bat went to his own home. Crescent wiped his nose on his wing before stepping over a small rock that made up a door to his home, the rest of the entrance was a gaping hole. Crescent looked around. “Mama? Papa?” He called.
“Ah! Crescent! You’re here!” His mother, Feather, poked her head out of a gaping hole that led to the living room and swooped over to her son.
His father stepped through the hole, not giving Crescent a warm embrace with his wings, unlike his mother. Crescent hugged her back before she released him. “Hi, Papa.” Crescent greeted with a smile.
“It’s nearly dawn.” Lucas-that was his father’s name-muttered. “If you’d want to go on your first Hunting Party, I’d suggest you go to your room.”
Crescent frowned and nodded. “I nearly forgot about the Hunting Party…” He muttered before saying goodnight to his mother and father and glided to his room. Crescent clung upside-down to the ceiling smothered in moss that stuck to the ceiling with a thick layer of sticky mud. Crescent thought about the Hunting Party. Every season the hunters of the Flint-Gray would go out on an all week hunting trip and bring back the food. Half of the food they’d brought back would be used for a feast; the rest of the half would be used for the food-storage for the coming seasons.
His family on his father side (a family’s occupation was determined by the father’s lineage) was a long-line of hunters. Even before his family went to live in Flint-Gray they were hunters. Crescent wiggled happily. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow! It was the day he had been waiting for his whole life-well maybe not his whole his life. At least when his hearing senses came to him as a babe. Crescent closed his eyes, a large grin on his young face. He had been dreaming about tomorrow ever since he became fourteen…how wonderful that hunting week should be! All the families who weren’t hunters had been weaving baskets for the hunters to carry their prey in. Crescent shuddered happily. Sure, bats his age would be the ones to carry the basket, he would have to wait until he was eighteen for him to actually hunt, though Crescent
wasn’t sure why, but his father did say that most of the hunting could be pretty dangerous. Maybe that was why?
Ah, well. All that counts is that he was fourteen, a brown bat, and going on a Hunting Party. Who cared about details!?
I get all gut-wrenchy about putting up this chapter...I wonder if it's becuase my living room smells like baby powder...Oh, and by the way, I got my insperation from the Redwall series, created by Brian Jacques!)