The Weaves Clan

The Weaves: A fantasy story

One furry creature clips up the rocky slope towards the forest. When he reached the top, he started to squeak. The fellow creature replies.

“O, today has been terrible.” I cannot believe Fred fell into the green lake!” He knows how dangerous it is. It was a horrific sight to see him drown in the lake.” 

“O, the water monsters have eaten him up.” 

The other creature replied. “I cannot forget this tragic action.” How will we tell the others”? “There is nothing we could have done for Fred. Fate has had it the evil way with Fred.” 

“I do not like that green lake. It gives me the creeps.” It only creates evil.” 

“I agree.” 

The two furry creatures started for the forest that lay before them. The dark coolness of the forest wraps around them.

“O, I wish this day would end!” it whined.

Ahead lay a small mound. The creature quickly slipped into the entrance and down into the earth, inside the burrow, lit by lanterns outside the doors of each nest. The signs on the door say, “Townsend. Two furry creatures enter this nest. 

The cave has a comfortable armchair, and an all-around carpet is set up for relaxation.

The two furry creatures started to squeak. “Hello,” Mr. Townsend!” “Are you in?” 

An elderly creature appeared.

“What?” 

“Mr. Townsend, something terrible has happened to us.” 

An expression of fear crossed the wrinkled face.

“What has happened?”  

“Well, Fred went into the green lake, and he drowned in it.”  

“We could not save him; he died in the Green Lake.” 

“O, what an evil day for us. We should not have gone to the Green Lake.” 

The elder asked, “When did this happen?”  This Morning. We went to find food.” And he decides, why not try to fish in the lake.” We all know that the weaves cannot swim!” 

Townsend sat down in his armchair.

“What a terrible fate for us.” 

“I hope, as you know, that as we are trying to find more food and resources, the trip would help us; instead, we have Fred’s death on our hands.” 

The two furry creatures nod in agreement. There can only be one solution.

“We must hold a funeral in honor of Fred.” Also, there is no reason for us ever to return to the green lakes again. The weavers said, “We found no food for the community.” Townsend nods his head.

Later that week, a grave mound It said, “Fred, A Great Weave.” That evening, all the weavers gathered around the mound. The circle of creatures moved back and forth, wailing loudly. Townsend stood to the side, observing the funeral. He then stepped into the circle.

“This is a terrible day for us.” “One of our fellow weavers has died in the course of serving our community.” As he adventures into the Green Lake.” “We shall remember him as a hero.” “A brave weave that has risked his life for us.” 

The group of mourners squeaks in agreement. The circle continued around the mound into the following day’s dawn, and then the weaves slowly crept into their nests. As the sun rose over the town, the little mound glowed.

“Ugh, these are too heavy. It whines. Why can’t Felix do it? I hate collecting the harvest every year.”

“I am so afraid, but if I do not do it,” Mom will be upset.” 

“Ugh, I cannot wait to be a full-grown weaver.” 

The two small boys pull the nets up the slope until they reach the entrance. The boys scream, “We got the fish.” “Mum, come look at it.” There was a scurry from the caves, and Mum, a pump weave, appeared at the entrance.

“No need to scream.” “Boys, I am coming.”  

“We have gathered it up.” “What did Mr. Beaver give you.” 

“Yep, Mr. Beaver said he gave you the best of his catch.” “There are two nets full of fish.” 

The boys pointed to the pile. “O, mine, it is an awe-inspiring catch Mr. Beaver gave us.” 

“This should bring in a good profit.” “Good job, boys.” “Now we are ready for the sale tomorrow.” 

They pick up the fishing net and move it to the larder.

The next day, the weaves mingled and squeaked around the market. Mum stood beside her pile of fish and waved her paws at the passersby.

“Come and see the delicious river fish for sale.” Mr. Beavers only captured these yesterday from the river, with fresh fish available. “It only cost two dimes for a pound of fish.” “Come and get yourself some fish!” The buyers approach Mum with two dimes in their paws. “Could we have some fish, Mum, for the dinners?” They offered up the two dimes for the fish, and Mum served them two dimes worth of fish.

Only six fish are left, and Mum picks up the bag of coins and the last six fish. She carried this home with her. These fish were for her and the pups. She laid the fish in her pantry with a bag of coins she had earned. Then she took one of the fish. She places the fish over the burning ember in her fireplace and puts little potatoes next to the embers. Dinner pot and crack in the embers.

“Where are Ted and Will? They should be here now.” She looked down at the passage but did not see her pups. “Well, I hope they are here by dinner time.” She starts merrily singing as she tidies her nest. Then she hears the pups coming down the passage with the other pups. She listens, “Goodnight, evening!” “See you tomorrow.” “Yeah, see you.” The squeaking and scuffling noises of the pups in the passage. The two pups flung open the door and screamed. “We are back. Were you our dinner!” 

“Mum said I have been waiting for you.” “Oh, we did not realize dinner was ready.” “Our buds were having such an enjoyable time playing outside.” Mum sighed and pointed to the table. The little weaves ran to the table and sat down. They began eating their fish and potatoes hungrily, not stopping to swallow.

The great eagle flew over the green lake, looking for something eatable below it.

He murmured to himself as he lazily circled across the sky. “I have not seen a fish today.” 

“It seems that these fish these days are too smart.” “I have not seen a fox at all recently.” 

“There is only me.” 

The lake started to change color to blue instead of dark green. 

He did not like that fox one bit. He had a habit of creeping around the corner and growling under his breath.

It is like irate the eagle by threatening to hurt him by growling and pawing the base of the tree that the eagle perched above it.
“I will get you one day, bird. He growled.

“Just watch me.” He snarled.

The eagle looked down at the fox. He felt irritated and angry at the fox for bothering him. Could he get rid of this fox? Now, that green lake is becoming more resistant to fishing. We were seriously thinking about flying to a new place in the land where there were no foxes to bother him.

The eagle flew high into the air. And looked over the landscape below him. “Where was a place to land?” There was a peak in the mountains that he flew over. And there below was a green valley full of trees. “Impressive,” “This looks like a place for me.” 

“I could not live in the green lakes any longer.”  

He landed on a high branch and turned his head to look down at the ground.

“Oh, the land is perfect for hunting.” “I shall try to hunt a mouse tonight.” 

He wraps his wings around himself and lets his eyes close over them.

He did not wake up until late in the night. It was dark out, and the sky blinked with stars.

His glowing eyes peered into the night. “I should hunt for a mouse or small creature tonight.” 

“Before the light breaks, I cannot hunt it anymore.” 

He flew into the night sky, silent and dangerous to small creatures nearby.

“When will a creature come into sight.” “I can hear the skittering of the little creatures.” 

“Where is it now?” 

The eagle flew over the nighttime landscape. Below, he could hear the mice skittering over the undergrowth of the valley.

A mouse dashed out into the open. The eagle dives towards the mouse and, with one blind swoop of his talons, grabs it.

The tiny mouse cried out. “Help me!” Then, it was silence forever in the talons of the eagle. That night, the eagle feasted on the mouse.

The light broke on the ridge above the valley. It shone a light over the valley below it.

The eagle peered over his new domain below him.

The deer slowly move, munching grasses. It was a herd of about a dozen.

The herd moved along from this spot to the next.

“The grasses are not as fresh.” Whined one deer. “It’s only not the season.” Sweet grasses are not growing anymore.” I get sick of eating the same old thing over and over again.” 

“Well, that’s all we have to eat.” Replied the other deer. The eagle flew to the sky, and he saw a log cabin below him.

“That’s odd. I did not know there were any animals around there?” 

When he reached the front of the cabin, he saw a creature sitting there.

“Wonder who lives here?” He perches in a tree near the log cabin. “Could it be a human?” 

He carefully looked at the front door of the cabin. The evening dusk covered everything,  

And then it was a pit-black night.

In the morning sunshine over the land, the eagle shook himself. They appear to be hooded creatures from the log cabin. 

It crept slowly into the forest ahead of it. It reappears carrying a pile of tree branches in its arms. A minute later, smoke started coming out of the chimney.

“Oh no,” what is this creature doing? It is going to burn down its cabin!” 

The eagle flew into the air and circled above the cabin. Smoke was still slowly pouring out of the chimney. The creature stood outside the cabin, rubbing his paws and hands together.

It said, “I wish the days were not so cold.” “What I would give to move away, somewhere warmer.” 

I could see this odd creature being one of the regal clans. They were known as the wise ones in the land. But the clan had been dying out over the centuries. The clan had downsized from what it was. The eagle swooped down, and in front of the creature, Rob was the gold leaf of the kin flew clan. “Yes, he was a regal man. 

“I wonder why he is in the land?” 

The eagle perched on his branch to watch. Could he learn something from this strange creature?” 

The evening dusk fell over the woods, and the eagle went hunting for his dinner. He ate his mice fill and let his head fall onto his chest.

The pit-blackness of the night covered the forest. And all you could hear was the mice’s low squeaks and the owl’s hooting.

 It is night as the royal man crept into the black. His emerald stone glow guides him.

The dark forest circles around the regal man. He holds the emerald rod. It spreads light outward.

 “I must reach the other side before dawn. I will lose my chance if I do not reach it by dawn.” 

The emerald glowed on as the royal man hurried through pit-black woods.

At almost dawn, he reached the other end of the forest. He started looking for a place to hide.

“I have to find a place.” This looks like the right place. He found a hollow tree and bent down to creep into it. “This shall keep me safe until the night comes again.” 

The eagle awoke and found the cabin empty. “Where has the kingly man gone?” I have lost him.” This is not good.” I must see him—wherever he may have gone—soon. The eagle flew into the air on a recent mission to find the regal man. They flew for miles and circled over the land, scanning for the hood of the royal man. He did not see him anywhere. “This is hopeless; I have lost him forever.” The frustrated eagle perched on a branch—lets out a long sigh—he has done.

The regal man peered into the black. “Now I can move on from here.” The emerald glow led him on. He needs to find the green lake before dawn. If only the night would last, he could reach it. However, he got to the clearing before the lake—the sky was starting to glow above him. He looks around for a place to hide himself. A dip in the land went down and away from the clearing. 

“Maybe I can find a place there to hide until night.” He slips into the dip in the land to hide himself. “This is not the best place to hide.” But I should conceal from whoever passes by me.” However, someone could see me from above—there is no other place to hide. I will have to do with this.” 

The day passed in silence; he could not wait until dusk fell. It seemed like every hour passed slower than the next one. Pit-black covered the landscape as he arose—once again—he crept through the night. He was searching for a place where he could reset the emerald stone. He had not found it yet; he could not spot it now; if he were, it would be the end of his purpose in traveling across the land.

He lay down, waiting. The stars blinked; he slowly crept into the night. The emerald glow leads him through the hilly landscape. “It led me to the Green Lake.” Why would I need to reach the lake?” I have not been this way for years. The eagle speedily flew through the night sky. If only it could spot the regal man.

Mama weaves are called out; will it be time to wake up? 

The little waves tumbled into the kitchen. “Why do we have to go out?” “I want to sleep in.” “No pups.” “Mr. Otter needs your help today.” “We need to gather to harvest before winter comes. The little weaves hurried out the door. And into the sunny morning. They ran down the slope towards Mr. Otter. “Boys, it is good you are here!” Your mother will be delighted, as I have hundreds of fish, clams, and crabs for her. “Now, the boys are carefully carrying those back to the borrower. Now.”  “Yes, Mr. Otter.”  Thank you very much! The little weaves hurried back and forth—until—all the harvest was by the borrows.

Mum rubs her paws together in glee. “Mr. Otter has been generous to us this year.” “Now, boys, give these root vegetables and berries to Mr. Otter. And tell him I am pleased with his harvest. “Hurry, boys!” 

The little waves dashed out of the borrower with the gifts for Mr. Otter.

“Mr. Otter, Mum wants to give you these. They hand over the vegetables and berries, Mr. Otters eagerly grab them. “Thank your mother and tell her I am sorry that there are no fish from the Green Lake this year. “Thank you, and good harvest, Mr. Otter. “The little waves dashed back to their mom.

“What did Mr. Otter says?” He was thankful for the gifts and was sorry there was no fish from the Green Lake.” “Well, it sounds like Mr. The Otter is happy.” “Boys, you can put the harvest in the back larder.” 

Mum thought Mr. Otter should not apologize for the Green Lake. No one can fish from it these days. Even the eagle left because he could not feel it; then, there was that terrible drowning a year ago. Anyway, it will get harder without the Green Lake harvest. But we will manage. 

The regal man wanted to rest if only the emerald would lead him to where he needed to be!! 

He had not been in the land for a long time, not since the regal clan elders had passed away, and he did not know where the other royal men were now. Could there be any use in his following the emerald stone through the night? Who knows where?

He had to trust there was a reason (something) was not correct.

He wants to help. The creatures of the forest have not visited recently. So, he did not know what was wrong in the land. The sunlight was creeping over the hills. He hides in a log cover and lays down with his robes wrapped around him.

The eagle perches on a branch. “I am on a wild goose chase.” “It is useless now.” 

“I need to find a place to rest, and I cannot be chasing a regal man over the land.

Then he realized that he was near the green lake. “Why would he be here again.” He must have flown in circles all these nights. Well, he flew back to his old nest. He sat there, feeling down on himself. If only he could fish again… 

The stone blinks and beams light before him as he slowly creeps towards the lake. He found what the emerald was leading to. However, he did not understand why yet. He stood staring at his reflection in the lake, and then the emerald flew off the staff and fell into the waters below. He gasped in horror, falling to his knees before the lake. What was he to do now? A strange thing happened as he sat on his knees, staring into the Green Lake. The lake started bubbling, and it turned green, then purple, then blue, Then the water became clear, and he could see fish darting back and forth in the waters. So, this was the reason the emerald had led him through the forests. It was for the green lake and to heal the lake of its misery. The eagle dove down to see what had happened. The forest had flashed assorted colors and changed shape before his eyes.

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