Author Fugie assisted by Seashoreblue

Illustrator Seashoreblue


Dear readers, thank you for reading our story. Please enjoy the story that we have gotten a little carry awayed on. ~Pictures coming soon!


Prologue


I was walking through a blizzard. My eyelids were nearly iced shut. My paws were so numb I could hardly feel them. The small bit of cheese in my paws was beginning to be a ton to carry.

I remembered this morning, the first day I had ever came out of the hole. Everything was bright and cheerful and I was playing tag when i found this cheese. I knew it would make my family so proud that I couldn’t resist picking it up and carrying it home but I got lost and entered this room.

Now this cheese was all I had. Thats when I saw that black figure. He was coming closer to me as I fell and lost my balance. I thought it was over and as the snow started to cover me with a blanket of snow and my eyes began to close, I saw him dressed in feathers, he looked mystical, and then everything went black.
Searching

For Revenge


Its been two years since that day and today shawn, the shaman, and I are going to go celebrate.

Oh yeah! I almost forgot, my name is Katisha. Shawn is like my father now. I never did get to see my family again after the blizzard.

“come on Katisha! Don’t make me finish this cake alone!”

“alright alright! I’m coming!”

As I walk down the stairs I see shawn with his paws in his mouth eating frosting. He also has his white baking hat on which is falling to pieces.

the cake is a disaster with a red smiley on it which I can’t tell if it is strawberries or ketchup... I’m hoping it’s strawberries, a lot.

“so what do you think?” asked shawn . He is covered in cake batter and has an awkward smile on his face... I can’t tell a lie.

“It’s unique shawn... and thanks for the necklace it is beautiful!” Ok maybe I could. the necklace was from shawn today to celebrate.

“Glad you like it! But we ran out of frosting... can you go to the store and get some more?” he said as he licked his lips.

“how are you out!? I just bought three containers!”

Theres a third container?!” he yells as he dashes for the cupboard.
Two hours later...



“I’m home!” I yell as I have just returned from the store. Shawn does not reply.

“hello?” still no reply... he must be in the Kitchen fantasising about his next victim of frosting of which I now have two more containers, One for Shawn to devour while I use the other to frost the cake.

I go into the Kitchen but it is dark and no one but I is in. I suddenly hear a big BANG outside and run outside to see what is going on.

Shawn is covered in sweat and only a few feet away from him is a shaman I have never seen before creating a cannon. Shawn doesn’t see it coming and falls lifelessly to the ground.

I scream in terror, quickly to draw the other shaman’s attention to myself who quickly slips away. I run to shawn whose breath is raspy. Tears flow from my eyes as he says his last words to me.

“Be strong Katisha, my brave little warrior. And bury me with frosting.”

2 weeks later I buried Shawn with the cake that was smeared with frosting and the smiley I had changed to a looking like it was sleeping. I also threw in his baking hat for it too seemed to of died.

Thats when I knew. I would kill the other shaman. I started packing the next day.

Plenty of water bottles,

a good amount of cheese,

a pocket knife,

a rather larger knife,

a pencil and journel,

a hat if it got hot,

the flower necklace that Shawn had made me,

and my most valued piece, frosting.


I had no clue where to start looking so i went to a library which took me 2 days to get to because it was down south 15 rooms.

While researching I learned many traitors and evil shaman lived up north at about room 1000 which I was in room 405 so it would take me a long, long time by foot so... I borrowed a hot air balloon. I

knew I would never probably be able to return it so i left him with 248 cheeses which I got from shawn’s saving account.

Man did those 30 days fly. when I woke up it seemed it would be like the last 30 days but when i looked up I saw I was in room 982!

I didn’t want anyone to take the balloon so i decided to go by foot from here. I hid it well behind a big bundle of brush.

The sight of this room made me nervous. It was almost like a desert. I couldn't believe there was a brush out here but there was no time to sightsee so i began to walk.

The sun began to set when i found a town in room 999. there were lots of guards at the entrance of room 1000. I began to wonder what they were guard and then it came to me that the traitors and evil shaman meant no good news to them and i just hoped they would let me though. But right now i needed some sleep so I decided to wait till morning to see.

I woke up to the hot rays of sun beating down on me and got out my hat. I thanked the manager who was very kind of letting me say at a cheap price. I started walking to room 1000 but was stopped by a guard saying,

“what business do you have entering room 1000?” I would say going to kill the murderer of my father but i knew that wouldn’t get me to room 1000 so instead i said

“I’m doing a report on the traitors and shaman”

“Don’t you think you're a little young to be a reporter?” he said looking me up and down but apparently had no interest in stopping me so he stepped out of my way.

When I walked up to the entrance i stopped. What would I see when I entered?

I was only a few feet away from the entrance when suddenly at least 7 traitors and shaman bursted through the door. The guards reacted with action of pulling out their swords but all the town citizens ran in terror. I was blown backwards from their entrance. I sat there for a minuted in shock when someone grabbed me and yanked me back from a shooting cannon aimed at me.

I looked to see who, it was the guard that I had talked to. He seemed to be yelling at me to get inside but I grabbed my bag with my stuff and ran for room 1000.

When I looked up I saw a couple of shaman and a traitor all ready to fight. I ran straight for them and did a double forward flip over them only being slightly scratched.

With that I took off running. in about an hour of running I had come across a town and was out of breath. It looked of sand and mud. I saw two mice bargaining for a sword and some others fighting for something else. I stopped to take a break pulling out some water bottles.

Suddenly a strong gust came by and my hat fell off and when I reached down to pick it up another mouse picked it up and when I stood up and examined him I noticed he was missing a paw. I gasped. I began to feel dizzy. His devil eyes bore into me for what seemed like forever and our eyes locked. He then raised my hat and laid it back atop my head. He gave me one more glance and then walked away.

Well, I was here now and I didn’t know where to start looking for the shaman. I begin walking on when I notice lots are looking at me and I realized I probably don’t fit in with any of them and this makes me walk faster.

I suddenly feel someone grab my bag. I turn around to see who it is. A young man talking to me but I don’t understand him though I’m almost certain he wants to trade for my bag. I shake my head and turn around and keep walking.

The thought of him touching my bag makes me remember I’m running low on food and water so I decide to stop and get some. I saw a sign, on top of a building saying, “Mako’s bar and dining” so I decide to stop there.

As I walked in many other mice were laughing to arguing and even a live band is playing a soothing but a happy kind of song which made my tail swing to the beat. I couldn’t believe all these mice could be traitors and evil shamans. It was like their own tribe.

As I continued walking towards where seem to be they were handing out the food everything grew quiet, even the music stopped and all eyes went to me.

Someone beside me dropped a cup of wine which spilled everywhere. I quickly went over and picked it up handing it to the mouse who was holding it saying,

“He-her-here u go.” He just looked at the cup then back to me. I quickly scurried over to the counter and said,

“do you um... have some water, cabbage, and berries?” I was nervous as I said it because no one else was talking so everyone heard me.

“how much do you want?” asked the man at the counter asked.

“enough for five days please”

“that will cost 240 cheeses,” I looked in my bag but I only got 210 left.

“will 210 cheeses be ok?” but all of a sudden someone I don’t know layed 30 more down beside me. his eyes are black and look like he can see my soul. I swear he is the guy I saw earlier.

“Th-thank you,” I say a bit too loudly.

“here you go. water, cabbage, and berries for five days.”

“Thanks,” I whisper. I get up and start walking toward the door. I can feel everything is slowly starting up again though it is still tense. when I reach for the doorknob, a mouse sitting at the table closest to the door pushes out a chair making a squeaking sound against the wooden floor. I look at the three mice sitting at the table who are all looking at me. I pull out my pocket knife in case this means trouble but, don’t let them see me do so, and quietly sit down.

“Hey, I’m Dodger and these are my pals Rick and Connor. What’s your name?” the music and everything has now gone back to as it was when I first entered and Rick and Connor are ignoring Dodger and me and are back to bargaining, Dodger is still looking at me and waiting for an answer.

I open my mouth to reply but pause for a moment deciding to change my name for safety reasons.

“I’m Shawna,” I say.

“Nice to meet you,” Dodger says handing me his paw to shake which I do.

“Why are you here? You don’t look like a traitor to me,” He says.

“I’m here looking... for someone.”

“What’s his name?”

“Well... he looks like this,” I hand him a picture I drew in my journal of the shaman as i was in the hot air balloon.

“Ahh,” he says looking at it.

“Do you know him?”

“I saw him a few days ago heading up North. Something about visiting someone.”

“Oh... do you know what room?”

“can’t say I do,” Dodger says shaking his head when suddenly I hear screams and shouts behind me. I look back to see five mice all with swords. The room goes tense. One mouse runs over and puts a sword to my neck.

“give me back my stuff, including the beer or she dies.” lucky for me I had gotten my pocket knife out earlier. I raise it up and stab it in the guy’s leg. He drops his sword and screams in pain. I make a mad dash for the the chair and grab my bag. When I turn towards the door another mouse is blocking the way of anyone escaping.

It only took one swing of a sword and suddenly the whole bar is in chaos. A table comes flying at me and I ducked. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Dodger, Rick, and Conner stand up and pull out their weapons. I started to quickly glance around looking for somewhere to hide. I don’t see anything but people with sword which are swinging back and forth. I hear screams and shouts from battle cries to pain. I can feel my heart racing so fast that if feels like its going to burst. I’m in panic. All of a sudden from a corner of the room someone screams.

“SHUT UP!” everyone stops immediately. I turn to see who it is. There is a man i hadn’t seen holding a thing that shawn had called a gun and in the other paw a mug of coffee. He points at the guys who started the fight saying.

“You, you, get the hell out” they rush out the door everyone stepping out of there way. everything else falls quiet. I decide I could sneak out while everyone is just sitting there and when i’m about 13 feet away from the door I trip on something and fall flat on the ground. I look back to see if anyone noticed and just my luck, everyones looking, including the guy with the gun. I feel my cheeks burning up. I’m thinking quick of what to do and then I realized my bags gone half across the room and this slips my mouth,

“DAMN IT!” the guy with the gun raises an eyebrow. Not thinking straight i say,

“Ummm... could someone pass me my bag?” and i point at it about 30 feet behind me. I realize I should proble stand up so i do and brush myself off. Then I hear a really loud slurping sound and turn to see the guy with the gun had put it away, sat down, and is now slurping his coffee loudly while looking at me with irritated eyes. Forgetting the gun I glare back at him saying.

“Thats rude.” Then he stops and looks at me with a Questioning expression on his face. I’m kinda confused at the moment too so i decide to just start going for the door. I walk out and sit there for a moment thinking of what the hell just happened and catching my breath and then, it dawns on me, I forgot the bag! ( :O THE HORROR ) I turn forgetting the door so close and *SMACK* I hear someone from inside shout.

“What the heck?” I slowly open the door peeking my head inside. No one has moved an inch. I tippy-toe to my bag, grab it and make a mad dash for the door making a mental note: DON’T FORGET THE DOORKNOB! I keep running till in room 1002. I stop for some water and wonder why Rodger was so nice. could he of been born a traitor? still wondering, I start walking. I now know that the shaman was more up north so i was making progress. I then sat down and took out some cabbage I lay a thick layer of frosting atop of that. After I finish up I began to walk. It was sweltering hot so by nightfall I had only made it to room 1011. I had had to stop and drink a lot of water on the way. I had only passed 1 town since room 1000, so it looked like i was going to be sleeping outside tonight as i lay there awake looking at the stars.

I started to remember the time Shawn and I camped out under the stars. We would catch fireflies... well I more of smashed them. We would have smores on a fire and Shawn would use frosting instead of the marshmallows while singing old time campfire songs. I remember one night where I couldn’t fall asleep so Shawn took me outside and showed me the constellations. I mainly remembered the one that came last which had two mice in which i had thought as shawn and me. I looked at the sky and see it, As I continue to remember and stare at the two mice and fall asleep.

I wake up to a sun even hotter than yesterday’s. My bone are cracking all over the place and my mouth is dry. I’ve definitely made a mistake to sleep on rocks. I slowly squint open my eyes and see a moving blur. I close my eyes again and rub them. Then opening my eyes again I jump. beady red eyes are staring at me.

“What’s in the bag?” questions the mouse. I slowly stand up and brush myself off. The mouse has brown hair that is up in a ponytail and a wooden star that is painted orange dangling down from her tail. She also had a cowboy scarf around her neck. she again repeats.

“What’s in the bag?” stretching out her words this time and saying them slower. I then follow her eyes to my bag only a couple feet away from me. I reach down and grab it along with my hat. I finally answer the mouse.

“Why do you care?”

“Well, I kinda missed my breakfast...” she said.

“Are you asking for food?” I replied sounding a little annoyed.

“I kinda am your hero, I mean, I could have just have left you here rotting in the sun, if nobody came by and took all of your stuff first.” She stood up straight with her paws at her hips.

“What’s your name anyways?” I ask trying to change the subject.

“I’m Danny, and you?” She says raising her paw.

“Shawna.” I say reaching out mine and she shakes it a little too hard.

“Sooo...” I sigh and reach into my bag to pull out some water and strawberries, I am hungry too.

Danny and I walk to her home in room 1013. She lived there with her friends and family. We had coffee and played a couple of board games but then I had to go.

“Bye, thanks for letting me stay for awhile!” I shouted.

I know I must be getting close to the shaman for I’m sure he couldn’t possible need to go pass room 1050 could he?

I do a fast walk while humming and whistling to myself to the entrance or room 1013. When I open my eyes in it, I’m in shock. For a few minutes I think my eyes are playing tricks on me or I am just imagining things but no, I pick up my notebook and he looks the exact same. It’s the shaman, my father’s murderer. I freeze. I raise my sword from my bag. hes saying bye to someone and then starts walking my way. I quickly hide behind a bush. It’s time. As hes about to walk into room 1012, he stops and kneels down. He starts looking in his bag for something. I began running towards him raising the sword high above my head. I remember when Shawn saved me and the good times we had. I remember the last minutes of his life laying in my arms. As I’m getting close, tears fill my eyes as I now know I will never see Shawn again and someone who knows this man will never see him again.

“FOR SHAWN!” I scream slashing the sword down only to cut his cheek. He’s in shock as blood runs down his face.

“I now know what Shawn meant when he told me to be his brave warrior. to kill you only means I’m just as bad or worst than you and the scar left behind from blood shall always remind you.” I drop the sword and leave him sitting there still in shock.
Epilog


I now work at a restaurant with my new best friend, Angel, who felt sorry for me and said if I worked here she would pay me enough to get by.

“Hey Katisha!” says Angel.

“The newspaper is here!”

I go pick it up. The front page headline reads, “Numerous Dead Shaman” reading, “A couple days ago, a group of guards went into room 1000 until room 1032, doing a report and found 23 dead bodies. 6 of them were mass murdering shaman, thought to be killed by the same mouse though they were evil, a bounty is out for their murderer wanted a live though dead will do cuz this is stirring up much trouble. Here are the profiles and pictures of the shaman. More next week.” I scanned the pictures and profile until I stopped dead on one with a scar down his cheek. And I knew it was him.

“Angel, this shaman here, he killed my father.”

“yeah? so?”

“I was just wondering who killed him.”

“What!? You don’t plan on going out there again do you?”

“Of course not. that would be crazy...”


And so my next missing began..
The End.



About the Author


Fugie decided to write a story after she read a great story by KiyoKichan called, “The Home We Made” which you can also find in fanarts. Fugie had no idea where to start and only the basics so she asked her sister, Seashoreblue, for a hand. Together, they tried their best to accomplish an action filled, detailed yet funny short story though proved to be a challenge for they have only wrote a few stories, never mind finishing one.

Fugie and Seashoreblue are twin sisters who live in the USA on a farm. Though this is fanart, Fugie and Seashoreblue would like to let you know they have recently restarted their tribe which is now based on sports. The requirements are simple. 300 cheeses gathered, in case you are interested.


Please Read!

If you enjoyed the story please comment and we also might be writing a second book to the series. Thank You!!!

~:D Fugie and Seashoreblue


~check out “The Home We Made” by Kiyokichan! :D

cool
story

gee thanks for actually reading it -_- i posted this 2 minutes ago

^.^ This is wonderful! I like the details and such, please make a second book!

"Theres a third container?!” he yells as he dashes for the cupboard."
i just died of laughter

thanks much everyone :D

Awesome *o*

nice! :D

That was awesome! ^-^

nice story *-*
but, i don't get it
is her name katisha or shawna? o_o
but it doesnt look like a different POV so..

Mantlestar a dit :

nice story *-*
but, i don't get it
is her name katisha or shawna? o_o
but it doesnt look like a different POV so..

her name is katisha but for saftey reasons she told the traitors it was shawna

THANKS EVERYONE!

Mantlestar a dit :

nice story *-*
but, i don't get it
is her name katisha or shawna? o_o
but it doesnt look like a different POV so..

well, she pretty much was changing her name, shawna becasue shawn, u know what i mean?

Seashoreblue a dit :

her name is katisha but for saftey reasons she told the traitors it was shawna

THANKS EVERYONE!

ah okay ^-^

Fugie a dit :

well, she pretty much was changing her name, shawna becasue shawn, u know what i mean?

lol, yeah. BA DUM TSS

Seashoreblue a dit :

gee thanks for actually reading it -_- i posted this 2 minutes ago

well i read the first paragraph and is was cool so i posted the comment the i read the rest

Hey, Fugie, Seashoreblue, I finally got around to reading this thing! xD Sorry, I've been a bit busy lately. Anyhoo, great story! I'm really glad I've been able to inspire you to write something. The idea was great, and you even added some humor in it, which was nice. I'm not going to say too much here about it, but I will when we meet up on Transformice again. Again, great job, see you on TFM!

[[EDIT: As an extra note, this is the link to my story if you wanted to put it in the afternotes. Topic-298051 ]]