Part Two: An Ultimate Weapon

Bones were scattered on the floor. A puny rabbit doe in tattered dress swept with her head hung low and a look of hopelessness on her face. As it should be, thought the  figure looming over her. He sat on a nest of gemstones and golden bones. On one side of him, on a nest of soft, blood red cushions sat his wife, nestled on top of their egg. Their son. His son. He watched the doe sweep away at the dust of his lair. He smiled. A cold, wicked smile. 

Soon, all the rabbits would be his slaves, and their young would be for his feasts. His plan was working perfectly. The wild wolves didn’t know it, but they were helping him. As each of the pathetic rabbits’ villages were destroyed, the rabbits flocked to what they called “First Warren”. But as the new…

I wrote this throughout the summer! A long time ago my mom said that if I ever put a fanfic on here, then I'd have to write the entire story out before putting any of it on, so I've finished the entire thing already. I'll probably post a part each week. Thanks to my parents for editing! Feedback is always appreciated!! Hope you like, The Rise of Good !!!!!!😁

Part One: Too Late

The smell of smoke was in the air. He stood on a precipice, looking down at the valley below. What had once been a village, was now a pile of ash. He clinched his fists, why does my father let such terror run rampant on this land? When will the wild wolves stop burning villages, killing innocent does and children? When will this nightmare end? He whispered to himself, “It will not be so in the Mended…

Sorry its so bad I am trying to get better at writing. Hope you like it and please tell me if I should improve something. =)

Heather woke to her mother shaking her. She sat up in bed and stretched. Then she remembered what she had learned the night before.”Are the wolves here! Heather accidentally yelled it which woke Picket who shot up and hit his head on the shelf above where he kept his books. “Ow,”He groaned. Mother smiled a brief smile.”No dear the wolves are not here yet but we are leaving soon. Heather nodded. Mother was about to leave but Heather grabbed her arm.”Mother, how do you know Wilfred and who is he? Mother looked at Heather sadly. “Wilfred is your Uncle. Heather nodded. I wonder why Mother was sad. She  shrugged and got dressed quickly behind the curtain that could separate Picket and Heather. When they…

What if Wilfred and Smalls made it to the Longtreaders before the Wolves did. Also sorry its so bad. I'm not very good with stories.

Heather Longtreader skipped through the long grass. It was warm august weather and the sun shone bright in the clear blue sky. Clouds drifted in the soft breeze that rustled the leaves in the big gnarled maple tree. 

“Heather, do you want to play starseek? Picket Heather’s younger brother held a creation that had given them countless hours of tireless fun. It was not much, just five sticks wrapped in a long scarlet ribbon that soared in the air like a bird that was landing and they would see who could get it first.

 Heather was fast and good at running. Picket was good at calculating and he had a knack for finding the right path. “Sure,”she said, smiling at her younger brother. 

Heather wanted…