The stranger disappeared before Helmer and Sigrid could make their way to where he had been standing. Fearing what such a rabbit’s presence might mean, Helmer suggested that they locate King Jupiter and Chief Tarvan. With apologies to Gunvor, Odo, and the younglings, the pair hurried through the streets to Chief Tarvan’s dwelling. Sigrid soon gained them admittance, but as they neared the receiving room they heard tense voices speaking.

“You must be pardoning my skepticism, Jupiterking,” Chief Hardrata was saying. “But we of the bluff is being minding our own affairs for long years. We have not been needing First Warren, and it seems First Warren has not been needing us. Perhaps it is only being you who is feeling the need to have all rabbitkind under your heel.”

“I am not a tyrant seeking slaves,” Jupiter replied earnestly. “I am the heir of Lander, of Whitson, and of…

Hello everyone! I wrote a short fanfiction about Wilfred and Smalls during their exile. This is early on when Smalls is about 3 years old. I tried to make this as canon as possible. Hope y'all enjoy!

There was a blanket of stillness settled over the forest.  Although too small to appear on a map, the cluster of trees offered shelter to any travelers for the hour or so it may take for them to journey through.  And there were indeed travelers taking advantage of the protection and comfort offered by these young woods.  

They had been walking for a long time. Well, more like Wilfred had been walking for a long time.  Jupiter’s young heir had slept most of the time in a satchel slung about Wilfred’s shoulder.  Now, however, little Smalden was wide awake.  Wilfred could feel his constant shuffling about in the satchel; it was making the…

Part Eight: Ends and Beginnings

Lord Mortateris Blackhawk smiled. It was all going according to plan. Nothing could stop him from being king over all of the rabbits, not even their puny princeling. He screeched for the next wave of his soldiers to swoop the annoying rabbit archers on the wall. After the archers were taken care of, Mortateris would start his own attack. He loved being in the thick of battle, to watch devastation come upon the rabbits. It was his way to come before the army, and lead the first wave, though some thought it risky. If it should come to the worst, if Mortateris was killed in battle, then he had charged his army to fly back to the High Bleaks, for Mortateris did not want his son to have no army to avenge his father. But, of course, that would never happen. 

Suddenly, he felt something…

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…