{Fanfic} Last Mouse Standing

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Prologue

Last Mouse Standing.
A fan fiction by Bethdacat.

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...Beginning of Prologue...

The mouse whimpers, cuddling up to his guardian, his one true friend that he could trust, who now sits at this tree trunk, bleeding from a wound. She had tried to carry the mouse away from a fight about him, but a surprise arrow pierced deeply into her shoulder. Her breathing had become ragged, and her tail began to sway slower. Her feline features were lowered in pain.

"At least I saved your life, right?" she asks, chuckling, not caring if she coughed out blood afterward. Her emerald eyes were squinted at him, her beloved son that she had never birthed yet cared for. It was said that she would never be able to keep this mouse alive. Her animalistic instincts would kick in and she would taste the warm blood of a young, healthy mouse. But he had looked so haunted when she first discovered him. How could she take his life away?

He whimpers louder, acknowledging the arrow in her shoulder, trying to help. "Mama, at least let me--"

"No, my son, you have done enough," she sighs. "You have provided me with happiness."

He doesn't reply, wanting to stay close by. Burrowing further into gold strands of fur. Gold strands that would no longer live. They would no longer breathe like they once did. They would never again laugh like she always did when he did a magic trick as he called his abilities, or lower in sorrow at a loss, perhaps one of her best friends had died. Now she was joining them.

"But... I can use a magic trick to make you all better!" he babbles in desperation, wanting to save his guardian angel, his one and only confidant, his Mama. But she declines with an ear flick. She dismisses life.

"No, it will be fine. As long as you are safe," she murmured. "Speaking of which, here. Take this." She shudders with cold or pain, then passes a tiny bag over to the mouse.

"Wh... What is this, Mama?" he asks in curiosity, noting the light weight of the container.

"These are extremely important," she replies, "because they contain Marbles. These will allow you to move to safer locations." The mouse imagines marbles with a capital M, feeling like they are in a league of their own. "You can use your magic tricks to survive, I know you can."

He shivers, starting to sob. "I can't. Not without you."

She smiles in response, the light in her eyes dimming. "You can... Because you are my son. You are Gages. You can do anything if you tried."

So the mouse named Gages -- the one with the magic tricks, the one raised by a cat and hunted by several others, the one with the cheerful personality, the one abandoned by his real parents -- slams a Marble into the ground, summoning a mouse-sized hole and enters, not wanting to see the rest of his mother's death.

...End of Prologue...

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