Okay, finally done! Elora, Raven, and Flashback are a few random OC's I wrote a short story about in Keys and ended up using in here! enjoy! i should have some doodles later too! (School's finally over for this year!)

Kane, Fleck, and Skylar pushed through the heavy, ornate oaken doors of the council chamber, breathless and soaked in sweat. Well, okay, maybe it was only Kane who was soaked in sweat. Annoyingly, the others weren’t even panting, showing the fact that this wasn’t their first dead-out-council-chamber-sprint.

Kane glanced around at the high-roofed chamber. Only a few lanterns lit the walls, the shadows were deep, and rabbits were everywhere. In the room’s center, a doe and a buck perched over an enormous map spread across a wooden table. Fleck jogged over to join them and leaned a little too far over the maps, getting smacked by the doe and laughing.

Kane slunk to the back of the room, huddling in his oversized white cloak as a draft from outside wafted through a hidden vent. So that’s what it’s like to have friends, he thought. He was constantly bumped by a steady stream of rabbits talking in low voices.

Eventually, some sounds carried from the table where the three friends were debating, or more like having a heated argument. Fleck and the other two were throwing words around, and though many were faint he could make out words like “ridiculous, unwise, foolish, Fleck stop it, no… it was hours before Fleck sat down, pulled his hood over his face, and glowered.

“We have a plan. I need Advance Team 20A over here now.” The doe, Trinity, yelled over the general hullabaloo of a council chamber far into a meeting.

“I guess that’s me.” Kane mumbled. He gingerly made his way through the dense crowd towards the table. Someone jabbed him with their elbow, another rabbit stepped on his foot, and multiple rabbits knocked Kane over before he scrambled to the meetup.

To Kane’s surprise, Advance Team 20A was made up entirely of kits around the ages 10 to 15. The nine other kits were mostly unfamiliar faces: Adwiller, Aomier, Sunshine, Void, Adan, Skylar, Dyllan, Averie, and Emerald.

Trinity stepped forward with a solemn look on her face.

“We have an important mission for you.”

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Elora swam forward with all of her fading strength. The water around her was pitch black and cold, bitter cold, cold like a blizzard, cold like ice. She was too cold to go an inch further, to pull herself even a centimeter. Struggling against the current, Elora wished she’d remained in Akolan.

Elora’s mind raced with fears and thoughts that stung as bad as the water. What’s loyalty? Why didn’t I fight them harder? How much longer until I brush against the shore? Does this river go one forever?

A flash of eerie yellow light flickered in the sky above her head, followed by the ominous crack of thunder. Rain started to beat down, pelting her head with hard, fat droplets. In the colds air, the droplets quickly turned to hailstones, pelting Elora like little rocks.

When she could go no further, her left hand brushed upon shore before she could give up. Tempted to fall asleep there, Elora used the last of her strength to pull herself entirely onto shore.

She covered her head with her hands, hoping to get some much-needed rest, and it wasn’t long until her green eyes slipped closed, and she fell unconscious from the exhaustion of the hard swim.

“Is it food?”

“What’s food?”

“Very funny.”

Elora opened her eyes to see two lizards looming over her. Dragons, She thought with a chill. Not real, wonderful, mythical dragons, but scaly, green dragons with venom teeth. Her little brother used to call them Fangs because of their sharp teeth that dripped burning venom.

It was clearly morning, the sun reflecting in bright, yellow bursts on the fast-moving river. It had risen several feet from the night’s pounding storm, whisking branches around like they were pretzel sticks.

“Can we eat you?” The one on the left asked. His companion slapped him hard across the face, like a sign of power, or to say ‘my food, not yours’. As Elora thought of a good comeback, she glanced around her, hoping for an avenue of escape. The spot she had brushed up against the night before was a sand bar in the center of the now-swollen river. There were vines and trees on one shore, but many limbs had come down in the raging weather. She wished her little brother was here to help her find a way to escape.

Elora figured she could jump from the sand bar to the bank on the other end, that, or pole vault, if she could find a suitable stick. The dragons might be cruel, but they certainly weren’t very smart.

“Wait!” came a painfully familiar voice before she could act on her ideas. It was a voice she had heard in her dreams, felt in her heart, hoped to hear again. “Don’t you DARE eat my SISTER!”

Elora smiled as she watched the now-threatening buck on the other bank of the river, standing tall and proud like father would want. Her heart swelled to see him there, everything inside her bursting with pride as he drew his long, sparkling blade. Ten rabbits surrounded the river to back her brother up, one of whom she recognized as Skylar Blackstar.

“We don’t take orders from children.” The dragon hissed, his scaly tongue flicking between the two sharp fangs hungrily. He glanced at Elora as if he wished she were already in his stomach.

“What about ten fully armed children?” Her brother called, but all was lost in a misty haze to Elora, who passed out from exhaustion, falling to the sand unconscious.

………………………………………………..

Fleck exhaled slowly. “What happened to the part about ‘Super stealthy’?” Skylar asked, jogging up to him with his hands in the air. Kane was following a little more slowly, panting hard.

The kids had forced the dragons to retreat by firing a kind of sharp, deadly stone- tipped arrow from their crossbows. The darts were designed like yucca leaves- to be uncomfortable, but not deadly.

“You tell me!” Fleck fumed. With a running start, he grabbed a long, dangly vine and swung towards the sand bank. At the last moment, the vine broke from the tree, sending Fleck flying face first into a Sandbar.

“Really!” he exclaimed, standing up. “Elora, are you okay?”

Elora sat up, rubbing her arms, “Fleck? Am I hallucinating?”

“I don’t think so.” Fleck said, helping his older sister to her feet.

Raven watched, his steady hand flicking towards the bowstring. His heart beat wildly in his chest like a drum, a drum being ponded by a two-year-old. His eyes shifted around the forest, blinking back tears.

Everything was a waiting game. Wait until he could slip away, wait until he could join the resistance. For now, the forest was home, however horrible it was.

“What are you doing?” Raven’s older, unfair brother, hissed. Raven closed his eyes and pulled back on the arrow. “Raven stop! Were on Morbin’s side.” Arian hissed again.

Raven aimed at the wolf, let go the arrow, and squeezed his eyes shut, clamping his hasnds down on his ears. Raven hated any sort of fighting, he preferred hiding, and few rabbits had ever heard him speak.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Arian yelled, shaking Raven’s shoulders.

“No time for that! Run.” Raven whispered. His brother’s eyes grew wide as they both grabbed their bows and quivers. As they sprinted through the dense forest, the stones in Raven’s gold armband glowed blue.

With no idea of their direction, Raven and Arian sped onwards, leaping over logs and limbs, fording little creeks, until they were caked in mud ad scratched by branches. Raven was made for this, made to run and fly and jump, but Arian, better at lofting heavy things, was galling behind.

“Did… you… do… this on… pu...pu…purpose?” Arian wheezed. Raven shook his head, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

“Come on!” Raven yelled behind him, “I see light up ahead!”

Raven’s words pushed Arian a bit more, faster, until he felt like giving up. Raven shoved through the last bit of brush, into a strange brightness known to many as Sunlight, but not to either buck, living in the depths of Mirkwood.

“Halt!” Adwiller cried, stepping into their path. In one hand he held a shield,. And in the other a canister of sticky string pointed right at them.

“Will! How many times must I tell you that sticky string is less threatening than my wooden spoon?” Aomier asked, walking over on light, silent feet. Raven grinned from ear to ear.

“The one you tripped over Mr. Hornel’s stool with? Last week at school?”

“Raven!” Aomier yelled, rushing over to embrace his school friend, “I didn’t know you lived in these parts!”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Hey Fleck! I found your bunkmate!” Skylar called across the river, to Fleck, who’s eyes lit up. “Out here?” Fleck called. “Well anyways, since you’re here, welcome to team Anti-Morbin!”

Flashback’s feet pounded on the track. One step, two step, don’t-mess-it-up. His little brother Trihn stepped beside him, one pounding step in time with another, like the falling of a skipping rock in a pond.

It was so quiet here, so bright, that it felt like anything could happen. He felt like he could grow wings and soar, high above his miserable life and- wait- miserable? That was no way to think. Flashback was one of Morbin’s prized rabbit generals. Oh dear, I’m thinking like Trihn now. He thought with a grunt of disapproval, a malcontent, never fine with whatever Moirbin gives us. Oh wait Flashback, wait wait wait. You’re a causer now, forget about Morbin.

A few birds wheeled in the sky above them relay messengers for Morbin. Suddenly, Flashback grabbed Trihn’s elbow and dragged him into the nearby bushes. “We’re escaping today.”

“Okay.” Trihn exclaimed. Fl;ashback felt determination grow in his heart, quicker than rising lava. “Let’s go save the world!” Ten-year-old Trihn exclaimed.

-Fleck Cove!