Post by (¯`•Hazel•._) on Aug 2, 2006 8:54:58 GMT -5
Alone at last! Free from the scrutiny and danger of the 'outside world', Hazel had retired to his cave after a day of long thoughts and hard work. The Gods had sent him warning of a weasel near the borders of Autumn Leaf Herd and he had taken it upon himself to warn them...
His mottles hazel-brown pelt glistened in the setting sunlight that streamed into the dark cave, his eyes felt heavy and tired. Hazel folded his paws neatly underneith himself and burried his head in his own fur to keep warm...he began to dose off and soon after, entered the dream world.
All around him shadows moved and swirled...the land was filled with dead trees and burnt grass. It was luminous and gothic looking. No doubt a fire had reaked its havok here...suddenly he heard a low whine of protest and looked down to see a young hare struggling to get away from him.
"There's no need to fear me, young one." Hazel assured the young buck...but still it crawled from him as if in terror.
"There's danger...Mr. Hazel you MUST warn them all of the farmer and his fires...the whole of Watership will burn to the ground if not a brave Hare steps up to defend what is his..."
The images flashed and a bright light stung Hazels eyes...what appeared before him shot a bolt of fright down his spine. Dead hares...everywhere. Burnt and black and dead...
The young buck had dissapeared but his voice still echoed back to Hazel...
"Warn them...the fires of hell will begin one week from now...they MUST stop him."
The dream ended and Hazel woke with a start. His eyes were dazed with confusion but the message had been clear; A fire would tear through Watership Down if the rabbits did not stop it from happening. How they would do that...he did not know. But one thing was certain; He had to warn them.
His mottles hazel-brown pelt glistened in the setting sunlight that streamed into the dark cave, his eyes felt heavy and tired. Hazel folded his paws neatly underneith himself and burried his head in his own fur to keep warm...he began to dose off and soon after, entered the dream world.
All around him shadows moved and swirled...the land was filled with dead trees and burnt grass. It was luminous and gothic looking. No doubt a fire had reaked its havok here...suddenly he heard a low whine of protest and looked down to see a young hare struggling to get away from him.
"There's no need to fear me, young one." Hazel assured the young buck...but still it crawled from him as if in terror.
"There's danger...Mr. Hazel you MUST warn them all of the farmer and his fires...the whole of Watership will burn to the ground if not a brave Hare steps up to defend what is his..."
The images flashed and a bright light stung Hazels eyes...what appeared before him shot a bolt of fright down his spine. Dead hares...everywhere. Burnt and black and dead...
The young buck had dissapeared but his voice still echoed back to Hazel...
"Warn them...the fires of hell will begin one week from now...they MUST stop him."
The dream ended and Hazel woke with a start. His eyes were dazed with confusion but the message had been clear; A fire would tear through Watership Down if the rabbits did not stop it from happening. How they would do that...he did not know. But one thing was certain; He had to warn them.
