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Old 12-02-2005, 07:48 PM   #2
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heres the rest since it wouldnt let me post it all in the first thingy

sorrry if i repeat something, i had to add more cuz it wouldnt let me post it all at once

Peter stood at the gates of Endoah. He was pacing back and forth, growing increasingly patient, waiting for his brother, Andros. Andros had been sent to get the chosen Bear, Brutos. But Bears, as dumb as they were, would probably not believe him. Scared senseless Peter rocket to the council to attempt the Council to send a search party, when actually Peter just wanted someone to tell him that everything was going to be okay. He saw the large coliseums looking building and propelled himself faster, thoughts and memories flushed through his skull of Andros. He slowed, trying not to allow tears come out, he wasn’t even paying attention when he ran straight into one of the enormous Eagles, Chris and Joey, guarding the Council doors, “Whoa there buddy, you aint going in yet, not till your brother comes back” Chris wore a large grin, Peter had to resist the temptation to poke him for his brother’s sake. “Please I have to worn the Council, Andros has been missing for over a week now!” “shush, keep your voice down. Now listen, Ngale is fairly far, we wouldn’t want to scare the-” Ding Dong, Dong Ding. The warning bells were sounding, someone was arriving at the gate, “He’s here,” Peter murmured under his breath. Peter rushed to the gate as quickly as he could, which isn’t very fast at all. The gate opened wide, revealing Andros, a Bear and a Weasel. The two brothers raced to greet each other, “Brother you’re alive!” “What did you think that the Bears would kill such a prize for their eyes.” The two stood laughing together, completely unaware of what was going on behind them, till a high pitched scream came whizzing to their ears. Peter saw Chris and Joey, the two enormous Eagles chaining the Bear to a cart and beating the Weasel. Andros lunged at Joey, “don’t they are honorable guests!” “honorable my ass”. He threw Andros to the ground laughing “you are far to weak for me,” Andros turned to Peter, “Go get the Council!” Peter did not budge, then a whip slashed against the Bear’s back, but the Bears have tough skins so he did not yelp or even scream, “Go get the Council now damn it” Peter did not need another second, he ran to the Council screaming, “they are attacking the Bear and the Weasel!” over and over till he pushed open wide the doors of the Council, “They are attacking the Bear and Weasel, my Council please stop them” he was gasping for air. The Council gasped, all of them old so it seemed as if they were going to have a heart attack right then and there. A short Eagle came to Peter demanding in a quiet voice, “who?” “follow me and I shall show you, please my Council we must hurry” Peter led around three of the Council to the scene, as all the others were to old. “my children set free the guests, we are of peace now, not hate.” Chris and Joey immediately stopped harming the Bear, Weasel and even Andros, and bowed saying, “forgive us our mighty council.” The words suck up, sap, brown noser all popped into Peter’s head after hearing that. Peter untied the Bear, “are you okay?” The Bear looked as if he was going to punch Peter, “what the hell do you think.” Andros helped the Weasel, which was obviously easy because she was the size of a small Eagle child.
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An old Eagle perched herself upon her seat, patiently waiting for the chosen Bear and Weasel. She and the other Eagles had chosen an Eagle, and had foolishly sent him to retrieve the chosen Bear, luckily he had returned. “Councilman Sara, the chosen ones are coming!” spoke a very young Eagle. “Well then, let us get the others ready,” replied Sara in a gentle, calm voice. Council members flooded into the Eagle’s Council, (which highly resembled coliseums). Sara talked with fellow councilmen and such, but her mind was elsewhere, the Bear and the Weasel. No Bears or Weasels had entered Endoah in over a century, unless they were dead. All of the council members perched themselves upon their seats and waited, waited for the Bear and Weasel to come. Then as everyone had anticipated the doors opened wide, revealing the chosen Bear, Weasel, Eagle, and the chosen Eagle’s brother, or so she thought. Sara knew the chosen Eagle well, for it was she who had recognized his resemblance to Endoah, and it was she that suggested him to the council. A middle aged Eagle greeted the chosen ones with much enthusiasm, “Welcome Brutos of the Bears, Katrina of the Weasels, and Andros and Peter of the Eagles, welcome to the Eagles Council!” he shouted so all the council could hear. The four began walking to the center of the coliseum, the Bear and two Eagles beaming with pride, and the Weasel moving with curiosity. Then as they reached the center the chosen Eagle’s brother herded them to a square in the center of the coliseum. When the Weasel had finally gotten on the square the brother waved anonymously, and the very ground they stood on moved around 20 feet in the air. The Eagles stood tall and proud, along with the Bear, but the Weasel was preparing to jump off, the chosen Eagle reached for the Weasel and pulled her towards him, keeping her from fidgeting, or at least he attempted to anyway. The block stopped suddenly, almost knocking the chosen ones off, “Oh mighty Endoah” a angry face went across the Bear’s face “We bring to you mirrors of you, Brandon the evil one, and Wasah the insulter.” The Weasel stopped squirming and listened attentively, “you called for them and so they have responded.” A voice said clear as day. “Let me see them!” boomed a voice deeper and fiercer than the other. The block rose another 20 feet and stopped abruptly, once again almost knocking off the chosen ones. The booming voice came again, “Brandon, Wasah, and…me” By this time the chosen ones, even the brother were frightened, it came again, “Brandon you evil creature! Wasah you despicable beast.” The Bear and Weasel grew hot in anger, “you two drove me to the deserts, betrayed me, and killed my people, my people suffered, but now yours shall die in a great war,” the Bear was furius and could no longer take this insult to his culture, “How dare you speak of the great Brandon like that you bastard!” all the Eagles gasped, “you are the evil creature, you and your people treated us like slaves, you lived in comfort as we died in battle. You are the evil creature!” the Bears face was red with anger, the Weasel picked up before the Bear could say more, “Wasah was the greatest leader, our people scouted for the Bears so that less would die, and so that the Eagles could plan attacks, we lost many, but what thanks do we get? NONE! None at all, but we were content, we even farmed while the Bear’s hunted, then you Eagles had to ruin it by complaining, saying you did the most work. The Bears and Weasels did the most work! You Eagles are nothing but scavengers, you should have been called the vultures. “Eagles” a new calmer, gentler voice said, “are not scavengers, nor did they begin the complaining, it was a wolf tribe member.” The Bear looked shocked, “so there is another tribe” “of course the wolf tribe is mainly exiled Eagles and Bears, then some Weasels that left on their own, so sad that they chose that route when they could have stayed with me.” Katrina’s mouth dropped, “are you…no its impossible…is it?” “yes Katrina I am Wasah, the mother of all Weasels” the Weasel bent on her knees singing in praise, “mother oh mother where you been, our people are awaiting.” “stand up child” A ghostly figure appeared from the shadows, looking identical to the Weasel on the block. From where Sara was seated came a large ghost figure, identical to the Bear on the block. Then from the center, draped in Eagles feathers came a ghost of the chosen Eagle on the block, “these must be the three leaders” she thought to herself. “Brandon, get the chest.” Said the ghost of Endoah, the ghost of Brandon did nothing, “Brandon, get the chest!” yelled Endoah, “there is no war so quit ordering me around.” Wasah looked at the two, acting annoyed she said, “get them already, these children need them. And with that the ghosts disappeared in a flash of green light.


Is it good? I doubt it but oh well.
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