“Bannerman”

The beginning of any Kingdom starts off with a settlement built from the profit of a Lord or Lady. The settlement of Borkon sheltered a special soul. My name is Belyn Sunstar, my father’s name is Andian Sunstar. I was born several years back, a runt of the litter. I had always had a mixture of a Nightmare and a glorious dream all in one sitting my father had always said “Thou art special, indeed. The Creator has plans for thy.” he would always giggle playfully after the statement. The rest of the litter I was born with died very early from illness. My mother was once the only pure white fox within one-hundred kingdoms out. The white fox has died out rapidly, leaving our numbers scarce. I contain majority of my mother’s fur, with a single vein of black coursing through my hair. The stand is formed from my father’s DNA for he is the darkest fox one could lay their eyes onto.




I sat on a oaken stump chopped from a family friend Ser Brocken the head Knight. I had both my paws firmly pressed onto each side of the book gazing over it’s insides. The book contains knowledge of the world. From math to the english side of intelligence. I smile happily loving the knowledge I gain from the insides. Pounding on the door sets off like thunder in the sky, I began to snarl showing both sides of my still developing canines. The door is busted down slamming onto the floor I let out a yelp covering my muzzle and eyes with my tiny arms. Ser Brocken barges in he growls viciously at me as I whimper softly he grasps the scruff on my neck paralyzing me from moving. He let off a whisper “Where art thou father, young one? He has committed crimes that is punished by death!” I whimper out softly from fear “I.. I don’t kno-- the wheat field! Please don’t hurt me!” he releases me looking back towards the two fully armored Knights wielding dual blades the tips encrusted with a ember red gem from the Dragon’s Mouth. He sighs softly “Belyn.. come with me, now.. You won’t want to hear what is about to happen.. your father had assassinated his Lordship with a vile poison. He grips onto me lifting me up in his heavy plated armor with a colorfully red gryphon symbol on his chest piece. He quickly makes his way to his housing opening the door quickly placing me onto my hind paws. Screams of anguish are heard even from behind a shut door. The corners of my eyes puddle up with tears. The slowly ride down my muzzle fur leaving a wet trail on my face as they drip slowly splashing onto the spruce floor below my feet. He places both paws over each of my ears, he begins to stroke my ears softly holding me close to his chest as I cry loudly. He lifts me up into his arms as he brings me to his bedding placing me on it. “Rest.. thou art a young one. Thou hast witnessed too much.” My eyes wander curiously around the room trying to force the thoughts out. My eyes come across a delicate painting of Ser Brocken a tall muscular wolf standing 6 feet and 3 inches tall. His plated armor seeming to be nothing to him. The painting is in a darkened tone a painting of war. He whispers “Rest, thou shalt need it.” he grinned at me before padding out of the building grabbing his long-sword from the side shutting the door quickly. He trudges his way back to the building to inspect it’s insides. As he reaches the door he spots a small movement in the hay in the back. He shouts out “Halt or thou shalt draw thy last breath!” a small white paw tries to pull out desperately cries of despair heard. He drops his blade in shock rushing over pushing the hay aside as a cage perfectly hidden underneath it had been sitting. With the second only kit to survive the illness. My sister had been hidden from me by my father, for a blood sacrifice for the Dark Gods; Kilazokin and Geinzik. The lifts up on her pulling her up into his arms tightly rushing back to the building where I lay asleep. The door flings open as footsteps ring through the small area. He places her next to me on the bed grabbing bandages pressing a hand against her wound tightly. He places some pre-mashed herbs onto it pressing down and grabbing a small rope to wrap around her to hold it still. She falls unconscious from the pain as I lay there deep in shock of the event. He whispers softly trying his hardest not to disturb her slumber. “This is what thou father to thy sister!” he growled furiously “Thou shalt watch thy sister. I shall rest my eyes before I massacre..!” he snaps back to another area of the house making his way to the makeshift bed laying on it. I blinked softly at him as I look at her I place my paw onto her right paw tearing up cuddling up against her whimpering out “I shall never... let harm come to thy!” I close my eyes softly trying to fight the tears back. I drift off rather quickly from mental exhaustion the sound of thundering footsteps awake me deep in the darkened night. I look around nearly blind in the dark and dazed. My eyes open wide as I feel a blade thrust through my chest it is quickly ripped out faster than it was pierced. I gasp for air falling towards to bed again I play my paws onto my kit sister trying to awake her. She groaned slightly looking at me with better vision screaming and blades slamming into each other is audible as loud as the thunder outside. Un-natural lightning.. for there is no storm... The smell of death and fire fills both of our nostrils. She widens eyes as she lets out a yelp though it is not finished for I covered her muzzle. “G-go... save thou self! My body is... rendered useless!” she gritted her teeth “I.. waited eleven years to meet thou!” She placed her arm around me aiding me to my hind paws helping me limp out. A clear escape is visible as we crawl through the bushes to the side of the building though I leave a blood trail dripping softly the ruby red liquid splashing onto the tainted ground. We had made it near the Human Kingdoms not too far out. The fear currently in her mind is the thousand-year war with the Anthropods. I collapse onto the ground as she screams out “Please! Some soul help brother!” as she screamed out in a panicked weil a scouting squad rushes forward gripping her arms off of me the other two of the group of four lift me up into their arms rushing back to a War Encampment. I fall unconscious in the middle of the travel, though it twas not very long. I find myself laid upon a small cottage I look up at the ceiling reaching towards the painted stars mumbling “Mommy..” my arm falls back onto the side as the Commanders glance at me as they scream out “Priests, Magi of old come to thou kit!” as soon as the lone General screams the order out a duo of dulled colored robed men appear darting through the Magi is a Otter his figure slim. His eyes as white as a clouded poison. The Priest is a human female of old age she grips her book as she begins to prey to the creator. Arcane aura rises from the ground below killing the vegetation stealing its life. The arcane energy slithers up the otter’s body forming into a ball in his paws. A tendril of energy breaks free from it as it instinctively senses the wound and travels towards it piercing it with it’s magical forces. The arcane energy pulses through my body. A holy light appears above the tent gathering it’s super natural energy forming into a pillar of light above the tent. it beams downward onto the tent center incinerating a gigantic burned hole within it. The light covers my body completely though it does not last long. My body absorbs the energy though it shows no signs of life still. The two drop to their knees their energies exhausted. The General shows lack of enjoyment as he once would. He walks up his eyes onto the vegetated floor below. The Commanders fall in behind him, the human kisses my forehead before leaving with the Magi.


More is to come to this! I have a lot more on notepad needing to be revised. I know their may be a ton of grammar mistakes but I didn't want to look into that currently! My notebook goes into extreme detail and of course those will come soon!