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The
Rise of Mira
The
young fox sat on the cold hard floor of the chamber. She looked up at the
tapestry as she wrote in a rough leather journal. The candles lit the room
dimly, showing only the Alpha statue’s faces. Old pieces of armor and stacks of
books made ghostly shadows appear on the dark wall. All was silent except for
the sound of the pencil scraping the paper, and the wind blowing through the
chamber. Knowledge was all this young fox wanted. She desperately wants to meet
the Alphas and learn from them, but all that was left were journals scribbled
with markings, and statues made in their honor. There was nothing that could
make her believe that they would ever return.
Soft
footsteps padded across the chamber behind the young fox. She turned around
abruptly to see who was behind her. A tall red wolf with moon markings embedded
into her fur came walking up behind the fox. “Hello Owl.” The wolf said. The
young fox by the name of Owl stood up and responded “Hey Sig.” The room seemed
to grow lighter with the name Sig. This proud she wolf was Owls best friend.
Owl pulled her leg armor up her arms and put her journal into her satchel. Sig
walked past her and looked at the tapestry hanging on the wall. “I love this
tapestry,” Sig said. “It’s so beautiful, it’s as if Mira made if herself.” Owl looked
up at the dusty old cloth. “It always interested me. That’s why I come here
often.” Owl said, brushing dirt from the floor off her grey fur. She looked
over and saw the phantom in the glass case. “Well, we should go now.” Sig said.
“The 2013 party is starting soon and I want to see if there are any new items”
She turned around and started for the door. Owl followed her, but before she
left, she placed a gem on the ground. She always did this and the gem she left
always seemed to be gong the next time she came. Maybe someone picked it up but
she had a feeling it was something-someone else that would take it as an
offering. She and Sig then walked out of the room.
Fireworks
crackled above the gleaming ice towers. Many animals immediately went upstairs
to browse through the items. Sig picked up a medusa mask and examined it. “Hey
Owl, look at this-“ She realized owl wasn’t paying any attention. She was
glaring at a black wolf near one of the ice towers. He was talking with another
wolf. “Yeah, I can’t believe he did that trade,” The wolf started. “It was a
waste of a perfect spike.” The other wolf spoke. “yeah, I would never of traded
it for that glove. It was a horrible trade.” Owl narrowed her eyes and trotted
out of the castle. “Owl, where are you going?” Sig shouted and ran after her.
She found Owl outside, sitting in the cold snow and staring at the stars. “Owl,
what happened?” Sig asked, sitting next to her. Owl looked up at her. “Did you
hear what those wolves were talking about in there?” She asked. “Yeah, trading a
spike or something...” Sig said, shuffling her paws. “Exactly,” Owl said. “Is
that all that there is now? Is that why Mira and Zios created Jamaa? To let
Jammers talk about trading spikes?” Owl looked at the ground. “I miss the old
Jamaa. I miss the old Jammers. I miss the Alphas.” Tears started to form in her
eyes. “What has become of Jamaa?” So many Jammers don’t even know who Mira and
Zios are!” They don’t even care!” They think the Phantoms are some sort of
game!” they are coming back to destroy Jamaa, and nobody gives a fur.” Sig
stared at her with worried eyes. “The Phantoms are coming back, but so are the
Alphas. They will protect us and Jamaa will go back to normal. No Scamming or
hatred. No crying over spikes. Just peace with jammers, caring Alphas, and the
old Jamaa.” Owl looked up at Sig, who was staring back down at her. “Your
right,” Said Owl. “The Alphas will return and they will save us from the
Phantoms.”
The Adventures of Marco and Sabre
By Amy Jiao
Sabre the panther from Ook's Soggy Creek and Smuggler's Highway has been babbling about a faraway kingdom recently. Checking the Alpha's archives, I have found some burned information on some papyrus. Be sure to remember that these stories can be fakes, but there has been no confirmation, so this is the only lore Jamaa leans on today...
"Really, son?" was the first thing Gilbaatorix said when he saw young Sabre trudge in covered with linen.
It was a new age where the Coraxese were settling down in the north, after separating from the Jamaasians and worshipping Moon instead. Sabre would be a good prince, Gilbaatorix thought, but he had to be more peaceful and stop getting the remains of their ancestors on his platinum armor and leather saddle. For some reason, Sabre thought that having his father ride him like a horse was good exercise.
But the good times would end.
One day, Gilbaatorix's term as king ended on Sabre's twenty-fifth birthday. That was the required age for a Corax to become king, and they had to be royalty, as Gilbaatorix had set. Sabre clung on to his days playing jockey with his dad and "digging" in the Sand-Mouth for treasure by hosting a large party.
"Hello," and "I wonder what the new king will do when he is king" were the only things Sabre could hear as he sat near his birthday cake, twenty-five candles on the exotic icing. Everyone passed the whiskey and salty brownies around as the king took off his platinum crown and placed it on Sabre's head. He was offical prince.
"Dad, what does the rank 'prince' mean?" Sabre asked his father after the party, just when their handmaidens were finishing their cleaning shifts. Panthers like them were smart, but despite the odds Sabre had never heard the term "prince" be used to describe him before. Gilbaatorix smiled.
"Son, it is a rank of royalty that is like a deputy to a clan leader. You have the right to command a portion of the military, and succeed me to the throne, but you have no rights whatsoever to seize full control. Understand?" Gilbaatorix whispered so that their servants didn't think Sabre was an idiot.
Sabre looked up at his father's new platinum crown grander than his previous one, and wondered if he would be that great a prince.
"Take off that stupid saddle!" was the first thing Sabre heard in the morning afterwards. Sabre looked up from his feather mattress, and saw Madeline, the annoying koala he hated. Apparently, his father was busy sorting out disputes between peasants, and paid Madeline half-price to watch Sabre, because her ugly makeuped face was carved into a pout. Sabre took off his saddle, because he didn't feel like having his stuffed animal Ted ride him.
Ted, who was under his covers.
Madeline didn't mind, of course, but Sabre felt like Ted was a friend, not a trophy, so he hid Ted where there was little view but good air.
Sabre sighed, and got up so that he could train a bit.
Ten years later...
Sabre was now king, as Gilbaatorix had died protecting his kingdom fighting frost dragons. Everyone said that he had died nobly, but Sabre didn't feel like that.
He felt like Gilbaatorix had left him for his world to get shattered, and despite his training he had not been prepared.
Mental damage is the damage that really hurts, Madeline had told him a mere year ago. Now she was dead, because of him. He had been practicing the spell to summon the Yeti, and all of a sudden a frost dragon had come, bringing more on its trail.
Madeline and her family had been trampled in the chaos resulting.
Sabre had passed harsh laws to prevent that happening again, and now riots were frequent around his palace.
The protesters threw rocks saying that magic shouldn't be limited, there was another way, et cetera. However, Sabre was gone.
Now, Sabre was packing up his room, using magic to stuff his room into a sack like a paper painting, along with Ted and all his possessions.
"Oh, Father, please forgive me for leaving Corax without a heir to the throne..." Sabre pleaded to the sky, wherever his father was. Gilbaatorix seemed to listen, as Sabre felt a wave of calm spread over him. His father's voice spoke in his mind.
Go to the Duat docks. Go. Meet the armored penguin, and set sail for Ook. Secrets and danger await...Go.
The voice repeated itself in Sabre's head over and over, over and over, as he slunk to the magic docks, sack and all.
He had no idea what awaited him, or what would become of his penguin friend, who would become the penguin alpha...
The Adventures of Marco and Sabre
By Amy Jiao
Sabre the panther from Ook's Soggy Creek and Smuggler's Highway has been babbling about a faraway kingdom recently. Checking the Alpha's archives, I have found some burned information on some papyrus. Be sure to remember that these stories can be fakes, but there has been no confirmation, so this is the only lore Jamaa leans on today...
"Really, son?" was the first thing Gilbaatorix said when he saw young Sabre trudge in covered with linen.
It was a new age where the Coraxese were settling down in the north, after separating from the Jamaasians and worshipping Moon instead. Sabre would be a good prince, Gilbaatorix thought, but he had to be more peaceful and stop getting the remains of their ancestors on his platinum armor and leather saddle. For some reason, Sabre thought that having his father ride him like a horse was good exercise.
But the good times would end.
One day, Gilbaatorix's term as king ended on Sabre's twenty-fifth birthday. That was the required age for a Corax to become king, and they had to be royalty, as Gilbaatorix had set. Sabre clung on to his days playing jockey with his dad and "digging" in the Sand-Mouth for treasure by hosting a large party.
"Hello," and "I wonder what the new king will do when he is king" were the only things Sabre could hear as he sat near his birthday cake, twenty-five candles on the exotic icing. Everyone passed the whiskey and salty brownies around as the king took off his platinum crown and placed it on Sabre's head. He was offical prince.
"Dad, what does the rank 'prince' mean?" Sabre asked his father after the party, just when their handmaidens were finishing their cleaning shifts. Panthers like them were smart, but despite the odds Sabre had never heard the term "prince" be used to describe him before. Gilbaatorix smiled.
"Son, it is a rank of royalty that is like a deputy to a clan leader. You have the right to command a portion of the military, and succeed me to the throne, but you have no rights whatsoever to seize full control. Understand?" Gilbaatorix whispered so that their servants didn't think Sabre was an idiot.
Sabre looked up at his father's new platinum crown grander than his previous one, and wondered if he would be that great a prince.
"Take off that stupid saddle!" was the first thing Sabre heard in the morning afterwards. Sabre looked up from his feather mattress, and saw Madeline, the annoying koala he hated. Apparently, his father was busy sorting out disputes between peasants, and paid Madeline half-price to watch Sabre, because her ugly makeuped face was carved into a pout. Sabre took off his saddle, because he didn't feel like having his stuffed animal Ted ride him.
Ted, who was under his covers.
Madeline didn't mind, of course, but Sabre felt like Ted was a friend, not a trophy, so he hid Ted where there was little view but good air.
Sabre sighed, and got up so that he could train a bit.
Ten years later...
Sabre was now king, as Gilbaatorix had died protecting his kingdom fighting frost dragons. Everyone said that he had died nobly, but Sabre didn't feel like that.
He felt like Gilbaatorix had left him for his world to get shattered, and despite his training he had not been prepared.
Mental damage is the damage that really hurts, Madeline had told him a mere year ago. Now she was dead, because of him. He had been practicing the spell to summon the Yeti, and all of a sudden a frost dragon had come, bringing more on its trail.
Madeline and her family had been trampled in the chaos resulting.
Sabre had passed harsh laws to prevent that happening again, and now riots were frequent around his palace.
The protesters threw rocks saying that magic shouldn't be limited, there was another way, et cetera. However, Sabre was gone.
Now, Sabre was packing up his room, using magic to stuff his room into a sack like a paper painting, along with Ted and all his possessions.
"Oh, Father, please forgive me for leaving Corax without a heir to the throne..." Sabre pleaded to the sky, wherever his father was. Gilbaatorix seemed to listen, as Sabre felt a wave of calm spread over him. His father's voice spoke in his mind.
Go to the Duat docks. Go. Meet the armored penguin, and set sail for Ook. Secrets and danger await...Go.
The voice repeated itself in Sabre's head over and over, over and over, as he slunk to the magic docks, sack and all.
He had no idea what awaited him, or what would become of his penguin friend, who would become the penguin alpha...
Good story!
ReplyDeletePlease, oh please copy some of my stories on my blog and add them here!
www.jamaasloreclub.blogspot.com
Maybe the short series of biographies I did on my blog may be a good thing... and I'm trying not to demand too much, but please make a story about the other Owlz crew members such as me raiding the Alpha's archives! And how do you add that awesome cursor?
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