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Chapter: 1

A soft warm light filled the room from the early morning sun. Sitting up and looking around Bastion found that he had fallen out of his bed again at some point. A loud knocking came from the door.

"Bastion, you are going to be late if you don't get up. Now hurry up, Brant is out front waiting for you."

Though the voice from behind the door was firm it had a soft back tone, that of a loving mother.

"Alright, I'm up. I'll be out in a minute." Bastion called back.

Hearing his mother shuffle away back down stairs Bastion stood up and glanced around the messy room, making a mental note to clean it at some point he headed towards the dresser. It stood against the far wall in the small room, all its drawers open holding what few folded cloths the young boy had. Pulling on a shirt Bastion looked into the mirror mounted on the back of the dresser. Standing at an average height for his age of sixteen, Bastion had very pale skin despite spending most of his free time outside. The soft features of his face gave his a youthful look. Atop his head stood two perky black cat ears, always alert twitching towards sounds around him. His shoulder length black hair fell softly in front of his cool grey eyes, no mater how often he pushed it off to the side. With a sigh Bastion headed for the door, his long smooth cat tail twitching behind him. It wasn't uncommon for people in Falndor the share physical features with their animal counter parts. In fact, it was more odd how little Bastion shared with his. As where most people shared a good portion of attributes with them, Bastion had nothing more than his tail and ears.

Coming down the stairs he entered into a hallway lined with pictures of him and his parents. Stepping into the hallway he stopped. Pausing to look at a picture of the three of them together, it was no secret that they where not his real parents, but they raised him and he loved them just as much. Hearing his mother in the kitchen Bastion headed in there. She was standing at the sink washing the dishes she had used that morning for breakfast. She was a shorter woman, standing a good 3 inches shorter than Bastion, her small button nose and furry floppy ears along with her short tail gave her the look of a small Pomeranian. As usual she was wearing a dress and apron for doing things around the house. Hanging around her neck was a golden locket that held two pictures, one of Bastion and one of her late husband and herself together. As she turned to face Bastion a smile crossed over her face.

"You have got to quit being late dear. I don't think Mr. Evermore will let you keep getting off without punishment."

though the look on her face was soft the tone of her voice was firm and authoritative. "now get going. Brant is waiting for you at the gate."

with that his mother turned back to the dishes she was washing. Lost in thought Bastion didn't move. It had been thee years since the man he knew as his father had passed away. Him and his mother had a hard time adjusting for a while but soon life was back to some semblance of normal. Taking notice to her son still being in the room, his mother turned back to him

"Is something wrong dear?" she inquired.

Snapping back to reality Bastion shook his head

"No, everything is fine. I just love you is all."

A soft smile spread across his mothers aged face.

"I love you too dear. Now get going."

Nodding Bastion turned and headed for the front door.

Stepping out into the warm morning light Bastion let out a sigh, clearing his mind of all the thoughts of last nights dream. Down by the front gate was a short slim boy with long floppy ears parting his red hair. His face is adorned with freckles around his rabbit like nose and slightly buck teeth. The green of his eyes is extra bright this morning, shinning with the excitement of his first gift of the day, a bright crimson cloak hangs around the rabbit boys shoulders reaching nearly down to his paw like feet. With a twitch of his whiskers Brant smiled brightly at his friend, together the two made a strange pair, but they were friends none the less.

After examining the cloak for a moment and letting Brant show it off and brag about his new gift, they started down the hill toward the small town of square of Torch-glow. The small hamlet of a town was but a short walk down the hill past Brant's' family burrow, it was a quaint town, not like the big cites that Bastion had heard stories of from the traveling merchants that stopped in at the tavern near the town square every few months. The winding streets of the small town where rarely crowded with the small population of the town, mainly farmers lived in the area though there was still the town hall and school house, which was where the boys headed for. Half way down the hill Bastion paused and felt the pulling of a sly smile at the side of his mouth. Brant turned to face his friend to see what the delay was, as soon as they made eye contact he at once knew what was going through his friends head.

"we are late anyway, might as well skip" Brant stated with a twinkle in his eye.

"Race?" Bastion said nodding at his friend.

Brant let out a little laugh, "alright just a minute let me stretch first." he said and started making up stretches and trying to look professional. shrugging, Bastion looked down at his bare feet and kicked a small rock around, knowing good an well Brant had no clue what he was doing, with that he looked up just in time to see Brant jet off towards the woods shouting the word "GO!" behind him. Bastion let out an amused chuckle and took off after him.

The two youths charged towards the woods that they frequented often, soon the vanished into the trees, still a little behind his friend Bastion leaped onto a log and with all his might launched himself forward, with a crack the fallen log shattered as Bastion flew after his friend at an amazing speed. soon Brants bouncing ears came into view his once neat hair flowing around his flopping ears as he ran through the woods. Bastion quickly evened up with his friend, they met eyes between dodging around trees and where soon interlocked in a form of staring contest. with neither watching where they were going they didn't see the fallen log on the ground right in both of their path. The log had become coated in a thick slimy layer of moss from the rain that frequented this area. All too soon they where upon it and it was too late, both boys slipped on the mossy log and where shot out into the open field.

After laying dazed for a moment Bastion raised up and looked around for his friend. A laugh escaped his mouth before he could catch it at the sight in front of him. there was Brant, butt in the air bobbing up and down, apparently stuck somehow. Rising to his feet Bastion made his way over to the bobbing boy, There stuck waist deep in a hollow log was the poor bunny boy trying desperately to escape. As soon as his sights fell upon the scene in front of him another fit of laughter burst from Bastions mouth.

"it's not funny!" cried an enraged Brant. "get me out of here!"

"okay okay sorry." said Bastion as he pulled his laughter back under control.

wrapping his arms around Brant's waist Bastion tugged as hard as he could but the rabbit just wouldn't budge. Stopping to catch his breath Bastion moved to the other side of the log and looked in on his trapped friend, the hood from his new cloak covered most his face but the red rage and embarrassment that filled the boys face made the cloak look like a dull faded red in comparison. Giving it another effort Bastion helped his friend to his feet and grabbed two holes in the log.

"Okay, on the count of three, backup" said Bastion with hope in his voice.

all he received in return was a grunt from Brant. One, two, three, Both boys pulled in the opposite directions. there was a loud creak followed by the snapping of wood that echoed across the golden field. followed by two thuds as both the boys fell back away from each other, both with half the log. raising back up to a seated position and tossing the busted half of the log to the side Bastion bites his lip to choke back another fit of laughter, which bought him a glare that could kill from Brant. Now with most the log gone all that was left was a part holding the boys arms to his side.

"It's still not funny." he said in a matter of fact voice.

"Well...it is a little funny." chuckled Bastion.

a small grin tugged at the side of Brant's face. "Well maybe a little funny." he said with the grin now growing in size.

Both the boys broke out into a fit of laughter. once they had calmed themselves again Bastion got back to his feet and approached the still trapped rabbit-boy.

"Okay, we can get it this time." he said with renewed confidence. "I'll pull outward, and you push out with your arms."

With a smile and a nod Brant prepared to be free again at last. One, two, three. Both put their best effort into it and with a quick crack the log was off, freeing the grateful rabbit. With a smile he got back to his feet brushing off scraps of the now destroyed log from his old cloths and the new cloak he wore with pride. Moments later he met eyes with Bastion, in a flash both boys launched off toward the middle of the field where rested a small lake.

As they reached the tree resting on the side of the lake bed both boys slowed and came to rest right under the willows hanging branches. catching their breath they grew calm and silent and listened out into the silence. This was their secret, never found by any but them due to the woods that surrounded the field they had deemed this place of wonder the whispering field. As they stood there in silence and waited a warm breeze came from the north blowing through the trees and across the field of golden grass towards the lake, as it wrapped its warm embrace around the two boys it blew over the whistle reeds that lined the lake and through the leaves of the whispering willow causing a harmonic melody of quiet music to flood across the field but fade before the woods back to town, a private concert just for the two friends. Once the breeze died down the boys made their way to the trunk of the willow and stripped off their clothes, placing them where they would stay dry and warm waiting for them and ran down a homemade dock, constructed by them a few summers back, and dove into the cool calm waters of the lake. After hours of laughter and good times the two climbed out of the lake and put there warm cloths back on, which stuck to their wet bodies as they walked back down the dock they picked up two stashed fishing poles. tossing the lines into the lake the two friends sat and talked about the big fish both had seen on separate occasions and had nearly caught countless times though he always got away. they had named him 'Big Paul'. As they lay in wait for Big Paul to bite the two boys slowly drifted to sleep in the warm sun next to the cool lakeside. Bastion's world was drifting away slowly swallowed by the darkness of sleep.