Silver Fox's Secret ~ by SaralynArati

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10 years ago

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"You escaped from Father's vault," he states gravely, "and it gave me hope. Perhaps you can also save my sister, Summer Wind." "Is the screen she lives behind so great a barrier, then?" the shaman asks. "It is. Because she is not in Silver Dagger's House. There is a matching screen in the castle of the sorcerer, Mourning Cloak, and that is her true location." "The same evil sorcerer who dwells in the north?" Jonas exclaims. "Your little sister is the legendary princess in the tower?"

10 years ago

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"Let me guess," Jonas mutters, "I'm the dove. How did you, of all people, know?" The youth flushes, not sure if this is criticism or praise. "Smoke Cat was easy, of course, and I heard her speaking to the doves once or twice in her garden. I made this hoping that it would be appropriate for her hidden ally." His elder sister smiles reassuringly. "They are handsome presents," she says, "but you still have not told us what sort of assistance you require of us. We are fugitives ourselves."

10 years ago

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"And what I want," he continues, "is your help, both of you." The escapees look at each other, somewhat taken aback by this. Silver Fox rushes forward with his explanation, encouraged by their silent surprise. "I will aid you all I can; I brought gifts!" He offers them two tiny, extraordinarily realistic carvings: a white dove and a smokey black big cat. His sister recognizes instantly what they are. "These are animal essences," she explains. "They will allow us to transform as he does."

10 years ago

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Silver Fox extends his hands palms up in greeting and supplication. "Father doesn't know," he tells them. "I trust you with my secret so that perhaps you will trust me in return. On my honor, you are safe." Jonas remains wary and does not introduce himself. "How did you find us, and if you do not come from your father, what do you want?" he asks. "I traced your scent from the house," the boy answers. "My ears and nose are very keen. I wasn't followed." He smiles hopefully at his sister.

10 years ago