DREAM #2

Acharon was the bravest of the rabbits. He had earned all five of the mantles of battle and the three badges of sorcery. He alone could confront the vile Fox Lord Sheldon. It was his courage that could free his kind from the tyrant Fox Lord. It was his sacred mission to protect them. Acharon stood against the armies of teeth and claws, and battled with warriors of cunning and skill. Sheldon’s mages and priests had united against him, but his faith in Oolong [The God protector of Burrows and the Giver of carrots] had deflected the spells of darkness; faith in Oolong and his magic sword Hyth.

Hyth was a sword of legend and a blade of power. Rabbit lore tells of the first great hero of the meadow, Bob. Bob was a noble hare who never wished fame or glory. He rejected the call to arms many times before the evil hound Milo enslaved his family. Once forced to take up arms, his willingness to offer his own life for the lives of his compatriots was recognized by The Lord Oolong.

Oolong gave Bob a weapon of power. He commanded the young hare to draw from the ground a carrot. This carrot was then transformed into an enchanted blade of pure silver. With his divine weapon, the hero Bob the Long Eared Hare protected the lands of Meadow and upheld the laws of the Rabbits.

This blade was passed down from noble hero to noble hero; each finding the blade at a time of great needs, each having resisted the temptations of fame and glory, each having demonstrated his willingness to give his life for the lives of other rabbits. So the Meadow was protected.

Acharon held the Blade of Oolong and knew the only action that would free the Meadow from tyranny. He had used the blade and laid waste to hundreds of hounds, foxes, hawks, coyotes, snakes, and even bunnies.

His mission was not to destroy the armies of the tyrant, but the tyrant himself. So, he rested upon the gifts of the gods and worked to execute his charge. He sought out each of the Seedcap family and destroyed them. The whole of a family fell to his hand and yet one task remained. He, Acharon the Brown Fur of the clan Seedcap, must spill his own blood.

Many sages thought that Sheldon, Lord of the Foxes, had grown powerful on the blood of the hares of the meadow. They argued at length the connection he had to the kind populations of rabbits. Many theories were developed and many divinations had been preformed. All were wrong. Through the guidance of Hyth and faith in Oolong, Acharon had discovered the truth behind the powers of the Fox Lord. He knew that Sheldon did not gather his strength from slaves or followers or any other subjugation, but rather he had tapped into the very blood of the hare.

Sheldon lived not off the souls of those he sought to dominate and rule, but rather he live because they lived. His life force was intimately tied to the lives of the hares. Sheldon concealed his very life force in that of the rabbits he now sought to imprison. The Fox Lord could only be defeated by spilling the blood of the very creatures Acharon was trying to protect. A true horror.

Acharon had taken up the mantle of responsibility to destroy this tyrant. He had preformed the holy quest and destroyed his own people. Countless innocent rabbits, some just bunnies, had been destroyed in the name of Oolong. The whole of the bloodline had ended, except one.

The irony of being the last and the perfectly fitted justice was almost more than he could absorb, being only a simple rabbit. He had to die. He was the last. Only by his blood spilled upon the ground would Sheldon’s life be ended, and thus end the tyranny.
The sword tip was so sharp it was strange to feel. Not as much pain as he had anticipated. The smell of blood was nothing any rabbit could ever get used to, but this smell was somehow pleasing. He only wished that he could hear the echoes of The Fox Lord’s screams die away. He strained his ear to the air only to hear the chatter of vultures soon to be fed.