Do not remix. Hey, sorry for the late chapter(s) XD //no one cares// Chapter One -------------------- “What is it, Jamie?” her older sister, Ferne, mumbled from below. “Oh.. It was just a dream.” More like a nightmare, Jamie thought. Ferne’s amber eyes opened groggily from her slumber before the amber orbs ran their sight over to the ticking alarm clock. “It’s only one o’ clock in the morning,” Ferne yawned. Jamie shifted to sit up straighter and adjusted her thin, lopsided night-shirt. “What was the dream like anyways?” her sister asked. She described what the dreamscape was like, about the floating islands, the fish, the forest, the boat and the moon, the gleaming forest and the falling. And about the mysterious voice. “Leaf?” she asked, confused. “Yes, and the fox that ‘brews hope and safety’,” Jamie says. Ferne thought. “Well, I heard that a fox named Emily Redgem will be preforming in the Performance Cart,” she said. The upper part of the wooden bunk bed slightly sunk of the sudden move from Jamie, who crouched on the mattress and leaped off the bed without using the nearly broken stairs. The time changed into two o’ clock in the morning, Ferne decided to get up and follow her younger sister. Jamie was reaching out for the slightly crumpled carrot batch from a broken shelf. The kitchen was dimly lit by a window that let the first light of the paling sky seep in. Ferne hopped to the other lower shelf and got out a jar of honey, which was half empty. “I’m going to look if there if there are any apple,” Jamie said as she hopped out the door. On the way, she grabbed a lantern and lit it. Luckily there was still oil in it. When she opened the door, it was still dark. But the sky is started to get pale, things near her were illuminated yellow by the light by her lantern. She padded over to the tall apple tree they kept by the side of the house and held the lantern close to the red fruit. They were a bit over ripe but she took two anyways. Putting them in the crook of her furry front leg like carrying a new born, she opened the door and went to see Ferne. Ferne was already setting out a two small bowls of water and a loaf of old bread. “We’ll have these later in the morning,” she said. “I’m hungry already,” Jamie complained, since that dream, her last meal seemed like years ago. “Fine, you can at least have a carrot,” her older sister sighed. Jamie grinned and grabbed one of the orange sticks, biting into it. In the morning, they had the food they prepared ealier (meh). Ferne put one of her paws in the honey and pulled out a golden, sticky, wad before eating it. Jamie was nibbling on her bread. “So who is Emily Redgem?” Jamie asked, “she’s a gypsy, she travels in an old cart with two upside-down stools with a piece of large cloth over it to make a small tent. She’s famous for telling made up stories and telling people their futures. She comes here every year,” Ferne explained. Jamie nodded, sounds interesting. The sun was shining on the animal infested village. Small animals of all kinds walked along and chatted while others did their work. “When is she coming?” Jamie asked, “afternoon, she sets up a campfire to tell stories,” Ferne answered. But Jamie wasn’t listening, instead her dark brown eyes were fixed on a cluster of animals gathered around a dusty red brick wall. She walked over to the small crowd and tried to catch a glimpse of the center of attention. On the brick wall, was a poster of a ginger fox with elegant brown paws and glimmering blue-green eyes. It was holding a book and had a crystal ball on a table next to her. “That’s Emily Redgem?” Jamie asked a small grey ferret, “of course she is! She’s coming this afternoon to tell stories and fortunes!” the ferret said before joining his friends. Maybe she is the fox that brews hope and safety. The dark sky was streaked by a faint orange gleam from a fireplace. Animals were still doing their business and waiting for the fox to come. Then a rickety figure loomed up the village entrance, a small tent formed on it. The cart was pulled by a small donkey, inside the ‘tent’ were a pair of gleaming eyes. The cart stopped as the donkey got out the rope’s grip and tied it to a rock before standing aside. A fox swiftly leaped out of it’s hiding place and off the cart. She wore an emerald pendant and red cloth which was limply tied to her neck and formed some sort of cape lined with gold ornaments. No one saw her, but Jamie and Ferne noticed. “She’s here!” she said a loud for all the animals to notice Emily. “Welcome back!” a small owl cheered as Emily smiled softly at them before hopping onto the tree she normally tell stories from. “I will tell you a unique story,” she said as the animals gathered around. She put up several lanterns on the branches near her and blew into them. And like magic, small flames appeared in them. “About lies that became myth.”
Chapter Two ------------------- “There was once a valley beside a lake. Lived there was a raven and his family and a family of weasels. They don’t get a long well and lived in great distances. The ravens lived on a high oak tree perched on top of the mountain’s cliff. The weasels lived in the undergrowth of a thick forest underneath the mountain’s shadows. “One day, rain started tearing from the skies. For many days, it became heavier and heavier until everything was flooded. Both of the families struggled to find shelter, but none got luck. “One day, a raccoon named Olive padded along and saw the families and decided to play a trick on them. ‘I can help you find shelter from this awful flood!’ he said to the flock of raven. ‘Really? And how is that so?’ one of the ravens asked. ‘Fly to the high mountains surrounding your valley. Grab the mountain peaks and fly up and it will be lifted into the sky by your strong wings!’ Olive said. The ravens, too desperate to realize it was a trick, flew up to the highest peak of the mountains and started to tug and pull on it. Olive, looking at the faint black and white flocks on the mountain peak, laughed at them and moved on to the weasels. ‘I know a way for you to find shelter,’ Olive said to the weasels. The weasels looked at him, uncertain, ‘that’s impossible!’ one of them retorted, noticing the flocks on the highest peaks. The raccoon frowned, ‘no it will work, you all will be given a gift by the Sky Light,’ Olive whispered solemnly. ‘Then be it. What are you doing?’ the weasel asked. ‘Dig by the base of the mountains, once you are deep enough, it will go up by the ravens and your quick digging!’ The next day, the two large families worked all day. But it didn’t seemed to work, until one day. The mountain slightly wobbled underneath the raven’s tugging and the weasel’s digging was so deep that you can almost see the mountain’s roots. The Sky Light wolf watched from above, he had enough of this nonsense. The two families were wasting their lives while the successful raccoon stole everything from their homes and kept them to himself. One day, when the rain pounded heavier, he lifted up the mountain and the valley. The weasels, terrified ran off and tried to save the ravens and Olive. Meanwhile Olive was running away from the valley, his triumph feeling swept away with fear. The ravens cawed and flew away, but the two close to the storm that they became lost. Olive, still in the valley, was took away with the land. All that was left was a large gap of missing grass but a pool of soil. The mountain has been torn to pieces and became floating islands. Sky Light was so angry at Olive and the ravens because they trusted the raccoon that he changed them into hideous and heartless creatures. Olive was turned into a large dragon with a slate grey mane sweeping down his back and ice blue eyes and a pair of silver horns and ragged, black wings. The ravens were made his servants for trusting him and were turned into shadows of small, devilish, dragons. Not knowing their past selves. On the other hand, the weasels, who had made Sky Light proud of them, were given a gift. A special gift, to guard the restored land. The land is now a gleaming forest, with a vast sea mopping it’s crystal white shore. No one found this place, but rumor has it, someone will.’’ The crowd cheered and clapped as Emily finished her story. Her eyes glowing in triumph and satisfication (pff who needs grammar). “She’s very talented!” Jamie commented through the jeers and clapping of the crowd to her sister. Ferne nodded in agreement, still clapping. When the crowds were gone, Jamie and Ferne peeked into the tent. “Do you think I’m making the right decision?”Jamie asked. “Yes, it was in your dream anyways. She will take it seriously.” Jamie nodded before entering the dim tent.
