ummm... i know i was gonna use this for Seed of the new World but idk what for. anyways, the character i made for @The Fowlers is in here... :) hope you guys enjoy this possibly multiple part fanfic, the Right Choice.

next chapter should be in missing archers.

Whit stared at the high and ornate ceiling. Beautiful and ancient stonework. Swirl-shape flowers and victorious swords a flashing. It looked like a glorious time. Unlike now. The darkness around him felt so tight it was like he couldn’t breathe. He remembered those times.

He sighed, sitting on the floor in front of Ambassador Longtreader. The ambassador had a smug look, prim and proper in his fine clothes. He wore a shining golden sword at his side and spoke with clear confidence no rabbit in Natalia would dare challenge.

“You wanted to see me, ambassador?” He asked.

“Indeed.” Garten’s prim voice now turned dark; Whit shivered. He had heard this tone once before when he was very small. Indeed, the only thing he remembered from when he was a baby.

“I...”

Garten slapped Whit across the face. “No need for words, lad.”

Whit looked down, rubbing his face. He was careful not to speak again for fear of what the ambassador had to offer.

“If you do not join us in betraying his highness, all your little friends will die.” Garten sneered, as if the thought of slaughtering young rabbits was delightful to him. “So, what do you want? They’re lives? Or their deaths!”

“I—” Whit shivered. This decision felt like a heavy weight on his shoulders. One way, and his brother would die, but if he chose the other all his friends would die. So, what would he choose?

Many years beforehand…...

King Jupiter Goodson sat in council with only his most trusted fellows. Garten, Helmer, Perkin, Gome, Stam, Fesslehorn, Pickwand, Harlan Seer, and the queen rounded out the group. They were discussing the best course of action to take as Redeye attacked and needed a plan so if all the princes were killed, the rulership of Natalia would prevail. Some believed that it was best to protect the youngest three princes.

“We must protect to royal family, under all costs.” Perkin said, his one eye shone with courage.

“But what would that mean for our three princes?” Garten asked in his prim voice.

“Aye…” King Jupiter was tired.

As the meeting ended with STILL no answer, Winslow and Jaidie Joveson, the two eldest, burst through the doors.

“I have a plan!” little Winslow yelled. Winslow was usually very quiet and shy in front of the lord captains. This was very unusual for him.

“Papa, papa, we have a pwan!” little Ellen Perkinson, Lord Captain Perkin one eye’s daughter, followed them.

“I believe it would be wise to split up our little siblings, Whit stays here, Stretch to a lord captain, and Fleck goes to Kingston.” He spoke.

If you would look at Jaidie, you could see her mouthing the words her twin brother needed to say.

“I believe our little one is right.” Garten’s voice turned dark. Whit, who was nestled in Jaidie’s arms, began to cry.

Backj to present times

“I cannot betray my brother or my friends.” Whit said. His heart pounded, he hoped he had the courage he needed at that moment.

“What did you say?” Garten asked in his sickly dark tone.

“I’m done with betraying everyone I know! Fleck was right!” Whit yelled, yanking off his preymark.

“Guards, get him!” Garten yelled. Whit braced as the guards caught him. “You will pay.” Garten sneered, “As all traitors do.” The grey buck started slicing at Whit’s face.

“Not so fast!” Whit heard and silhouetted in the window stood Fleck.

Garten growled.

“Leave my friend alone.” Fleck growled.

“Who will stop me? You and what army?” Garten asked.

“This army.” Someone emerged from the shadows. “And the chi—”

“And this army.” Another rabbit, this time a buck, yelled. Rabbits poured from everywhere. To Whit’s Horror, Dagglers band also dropped from the rafters. Two masked rabbits leaped from the window.

“I’ll get Daggler. Skyward Flight, get Whit to safety!” Moonlight yelled.

There. He’d made the right choice. Little did he know then of the impact of his one right choice.