Post by Nassu on Sept 21, 2009 10:15:12 GMT -5
Nassu was standing on the ramparts above the gates, watching the main path receding out into the wild blue yonder. He had his cheek slumped in his hand. He wanted an adventure so bad he could almost taste it. He wanted to follow in the footsteps of Martin,Dandin, and all the other courageous mice that he loved to read about. He had his quarterstaff leaning up against the rampart with him. This staff was sometimes his best friend, especially when he was alone and bored. He had even given it a name: Martin after the famous mouse that helped rid the land of the wildcats and found the abbey.