Campion crawled another few steps, and held his breath when a pain so intense, so unbearable traveled from his shoulder all the way to his paw. Finally, he was covered by the blanket of trees where he could rest again for the night. The forest was clearly visible from Watership Down.
A migraine shot across his head and he clenched his teeth in agony, not having experienced pain comparable with this before. Why was the Black Rabbit doing this? With energy sapping with the setting sun, he put his good paw to his ear for the hrair time, feeling the ruined and sharp edges under his touch and taking an unsteady gasp of air. Then he moved to his eye, the entire side of his face too unnaturally smoothed, healed, to have ever been caused by a crushing rock.
Shame wrecked him, the very thing that had made him push his new and malformed self away from a warm warren and out into the world of elil and everything else he didn't want to face. He spared a thought for a silver doe, one he had met what seemed like an eternity ago. Regret clouded this memory, regret that he’d never get to see her again. “Blackberry,” he sighed, wishing he were dead rather than her find him like this.
Pipkin’s words were still fresh in his head, warming his cold stone heart a little. “Wherever you go, whatever you do, you’ll never been forgotten.’
The young buck was accepting and anything but judgmental, but he knew the others wouldn't be the same.
He hoped more than anything that when it all ended, he would have a home at Watership Down again, a home he had for but a day.
Hey guys, just how alternative is this? Can we even change the whole course of Darkhaven and things? Thanks for starting up, Myrk!
Topic: What could have been (Read 2953 times)