The Adventures of
Rosy
CleverClaws
Chapter two
Rosy rushed up the stairs as fast as she
could, paws flying like crazy. She had sworn to her Aunt Peck to keep this
place a secret! As she jumped up the stairs she knocked into something. Then
she was knocked out cold.
When
Rosy woke up, everything in her own mind was a mess. She was looking around,
terrified really. She wasn't in her Burrow. She was in a cold, dark, and dusty
cell. Rosy pondered the thought of who the person who had taken her to this
mysterious place could be!
“Hello? Rosy cried out “Anyone here?”
“WHERE AM I?”
A dark, and grim figure stepped out of
the shadows from behind a mysterious looking bookcase. Rosy was terrified, and
wondering what he would do with her. But what she didn't know was that he was
also a bit scared, and frankly cold too. He was thinking about that
bow Rosy wore strapped on her back. It looked frankly accurate, and Rosy wasn’t
to fond of him either.
She glared at him, noting his strange appearance. He had a
pattern rosy had never seen before. It was lines around his neck part of his
tail, on one of his paws and down his back. But the most noticeable was the one covering his eye
and the line going the puipul. He had a crooked smile, and glowing eyes. They
were the brightest thing you've ever seen, but coal black. He had a faded spike collar in the shade of black, and a matching wristband. He had a black blanket
that was extremely worn. He was familiar, but so familiar it was terrifying. She remembered she had seen him in Jamma once, with people swarming around him. When
Rosy was recalling this information she blurted something out.
“Julian the 2nd.” She said, terrified because the
words had just randomly come out. She was scared, in fear of getting the name
wrong; because he didn't look very safe.
“Almost, young one. Close, I was once something like that,
yes yes….. His voice lingered in the softy billowing wind. The voice of the
“thing” was hallow, dry, and freakishly high pitched. His head slowly turned,
like a clock, with rusted gears.
“Why am I here? Who are you?!?”
The monsterus being snapped at Rosy and lashed out at her. Rosy quickly
and nimbly grabbed her bow and snatched an arrow from her quiver. She pulled back the strings on her bow and shot. The creature was dead and the arrow
bleeding. She pulled the arrow straight out of his heart, and put it back ito
her quiver. When Rosy examined the body, and found out that this was a arctic
wolf. He was old, at least 34. Rosy could tell by the teeth. He was tall, and
had a lump of fur in one spot. Rosy poked it to see what would happen, and then
a pair of glasses fell out.
This isn't right… Rosy said
to herself. When she had seen the creature in jamma he had glasses and all the
same things he was wearing. He was a famous jammer. He stared to glow an eerie
red, and rosy ran holding the glasses in her hand. She ran and ran and ran and
ran, going as fast as she could she grabbed a key on the ground, knowing that
it was problablly a way out at the last room rosy stopped. There was no door,
or way out. But in the corner of her eye, she saw a rock with a key indetion.
She put the key in, and the wall glew a twisted green. Rosy walked through, and
as she passed thourgh the portal…
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