Hey guys, I was bored the other day and decided to make an edit using the song "Soldier, Poet, King" by the Oh Hellos, and this is the finished product!

I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I did making it!

Hello everyone!

As you can see, I'm not dead or anything. Sorry if I haven't made a post in months.

I was a bit busy (stupid excuse), but I'll try to commit myself to this little community more.

And also, why hasnt @Shuffler :) posted anything in months now? I miss your arts

Smalls led Jo into the clearing and woke his friends. “Jo has returned,”he whispered to them. Emma shot up and looked at Jo. “JO your back and you're ok,”Heather said happily. 

Something twisted in Small’s stomach but he stuffed it down.

“Where are the others,”Emma said?”They’re fine though it was a long journey to get here. “Where did you go? How are you still alive? We thought you were dead. Why didn’t you come back?

They all started asking questions at once and Jo was overwhelmed. “Let him speak,”Smalls said. Jo looked at Smalls and smiled.”I have one big story to tell, don't I,”Jo said smiling.

Jo’s smile was warm and cheerful.

“Well I’ll begin the day we left. We were going around the forest exploring and searching for any type of food when Me and Cole decided to try to find some food in the stores. We traveled through…

Part Seven: We Fight to Remember

The raptor grabbed the king’s body and lifted it off the ground. He screeched. 

“Hello little rabbits,” he said, “was this your king? Oh well, now I’M your king. I am Lord Mortateris Blackhawk, and I am the face of death itself. There is nowhere to run from me, as your puny king now knows, and no one is coming to save you.” 

Mortateris lifted his head and let out a cackling laugh. Then he flew high in the air over the city. He smiled a wicked smile and dropped the body of the king to the rabbits. King Henaphiz fell with a horrible “thud” to the ground and Walter ran to him, tears in his eyes. Mortateris started to fly back to his looming army, and some archers tried to shoot him but failed. He was too far up. 

“Save your arrows,” Jonathan…

Smalls twisted and turned. He couldn’t fall asleep and got up. He walked out of the clearing. 

He brought his spear he had made out of a sharp rock and long stick. 

The moon shone bright in the black sky covered in tiny twinkling stars. The forest was dark and shadows were everywhere. He heard an owl screech in the distance and immediately regretted leaving the clearing. He thought of Arther and his other siblings.

 Where are you? Are you even alive still? Smalls wanted to yell and to cry and to punch something. He started to walk back to the camp when he heard a twig snap. He turned. “Who’s there? No reply came and Smalls suspected that it was his imagination and was about to walk back to camp when he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see a familiar face with dark brown hair.

“Jo…

Smalls, Emma, Heather, Picket and Heyna started doing shifts of one person staying with the little ones and two out on a patrol. The children were starting to get used to this life. 

It was a month since the parents and everyone had disappeared. The people who had gone to look for food such as Jo, Cole and a few others had not returned and Smalls thought he might never see his other family members or even another human other than the kids and Emma and Heather again.

Smalls was walking in the forest alone. He had said he wanted a little walk but Emma had objected.”What you are captured and we don’t know?! 

“I will be careful and yell loud and I will take that wooden spear I made. 

Smalls grabbed it and walked out of the clearing.

The had not found a good place to make a hideout…

Part Six: Flight or Fight?

Walter ran. He had to tell his father, whether his father wanted to hear it or not. Walter’s prediction had proved true, but he had not known that it would come true so soon. The birds were coming. They were coming to First Warren. They were coming to destroy the rabbits once and for all.

Walter charged into where his father was, much like earlier today, but with panicked urgency. His father looked up, and anger was plain on his face.

“How dare you come back here! What did I tell-”

“Father! The birds are coming! The birds are coming! Muster the army! We must defend the city!” urged Walter, talking quickly.

“No birds are coming, son, calm down.” said King Henaphiz, shocked at Prince Walter’s performance.

My name is Elena. I joined New Seddleton about a month ago and have truly enjoyed seeing and reading y'all's posts. I am an avid Green Ember fan and am thrilled to be a part of our little fan community!

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Smalls made it back to the others by sundown. He was sweating and exhausted and didn’t know what to tell Emma and Heather.

“Smalls your back,”Emma said! She ran over and hugged him. Heather was cradling Molly who was fast asleep and smiled at Smalls.

Smalls was surprised because even if he had only been away for a day he had missed Heather a lot and he didn’t know what to do with this because now was not the time to like someone who probably didn’t like him back. 

A small fire was crackling in the middle of the clearing and all the kids were sleeping soundly close to the warm fingers that reached up as close as they could to the bright stars in the cool night sky.

Emma led Smalls to a log near to the fire and gave him a few red berries which Smalls' guest had…