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Upon stumbling into the small town of Forks Washington, many believe they have found the smallest, most abnormal town on earth. But it’s a few miles outside Forks, on the Indian reservation, also know as La Push, where the real trouble is stirring.
In spite of the large coven of vampires located in Forks, a pack of werewolves is growing rapidly. This particular pack is larger than any other since the old days. Washington has never seen a pack this size, but Italy has. The last pack this size was wiped out, making way for the ruling of the Volturi. Vampires. Werewolves faded from existence, and had seemingly lost their authority in the world. But it was on this small reservation, the Olympic Peninsula, where werewolves began to once more gain power, more than anyone had anticipated.
When the Volturi noticed the large pack of dogs in Washington, they knew they had to pay them a visit. It wasn’t as it a pack this large could go unattended. They had to be taken care of; wiped out. Some delegates were sent to North America to look into the matter of the dog infestation. But the Volturi wasn’t expecting to have such a fight put up. They hadn’t anticipate the numbers they came across.
For the first time since the 1860’s the Volturi lost one of their number, and not for a lack of devotion. Their first loss since the outbreak of Anarchist, back when Jasper Whitlock Hale was born, a Volturi vampire had been killed at the hand of an enemy, and not just any enemy. This young girl had been killed at the jaws of a werewolf.
Rabbit the hunter « Thread Started on Mar 9, 2009, 10:44pm »
One day Rabbit took his bow and arrow and went hunting. He left the house where he lived with his grandmother and hopped through the forest, happy to be out and about. Suddenly he saw huge footprints in the track.
"Wow! Check out the size of this!" Rabbit said, twitching his nose. He hopped into the middle of the left footprint, then took six long hops to reach the right one.
"This dude is some giant" he said out loud, talking to himself because no one else was there. The forest was silent. He couldn't even hear a wing flap, or a bear breathing.
"I bet that giant's hunted everything!" said Rabbit angrily. And sure enough, when he checked, there wasn't anything left to hunt.
Rabbit went home to his grandmother and told her he hadn't hunted anything for dinner because the giant had been to the forest first. She patted him on the head. "Don't worry dear. I've picked some berries. We can have them for dinner."
"I don't want stupid berries. I want to eat something I've hunted!" Rabbit grumbled to himself. He didn't say it out loud because he didn't want to hurt his grandmother's feelings.
The next day Rabbit got up earlier, hoping to hunt before the giant came. No luck. Everything had gone already. "It's not fair!" cried Rabbit, stamping his feet.
Each day Rabbit got up earlier and earlier, and each day the same thing happened. The giant got there first.
Rabbit became angrier and angrier. "I will set a trap for the giant. And when I catch him, I'll shoot him with my bow and arrow." He strung a net across the track to catch anyone who walked down it. Then he went home to his grandmother, thinking "this will be the last night I have to eat berries for dinner. Tomorrow I'll be able to go hunting."
The next morning Rabbit got up extra early and went to check on his net. "Oh no!" He wailed.
"The giant has walked right throng it and made a big hole!" He went home and told his grandmother. "Don't worry dear, have a berry" she said.
"I don't want any more berries" cried Rabbit "I want to eat something I have hunted." Then he looked at his grandmother and thought for a moment. "You know some magic. Will you make me a special net?" he pleaded.
"Alright. If it will make you happy." She told Rabbit to go away because the magic was secret. When he came back she gave him a net as thin as a spider's web, but stronger than any net ever made.
Rabbit tied it across the track in
the forest. The next morning, he got up extra early and rushed out into the forest. He hopped round a bend in the track and skidded to a halt. There was a blinding light coming from his magic net. It was so bright, he couldn't look at it for more than a second. "Oh No!" he wailed. "I've captured the SUN".
"Let me out of here," roared Sun in a deep load voice that shook the forest. Rabbit fell backwards onto the track, then hopped home as fast as he could to tell his grandmother.
"You must let Sun out of the net," said his Grandmother "Look how dark it is everywhere." "I'm scared" said Rabbit.
"I know" answered his grandmother, "but if you don't let Sun out of the net it will always be dark. Here's a magic knife. Go and cut the net." Rabbit hopped back into the forest.
"Let me out of here" roared Sun, thrashing around in the net with his big feet. Rabbit slowly moved forward, his little legs shaking with fright. The closer he got, the hotter it became. Closer and hotter, closer and hotter.
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