Breaking Walls

Characters (will add as they come)
Hope: Female; Decent size fox; Pale blue fur; White underbelly; Black "socks"; Chipped ear; Fiery, yet sometimes compassionate personality.

Sheer: Female; Snow Leopard; Light violet markings against grey-ish fur; white underbelly: Vibrant and odd reddish-orange tips on ears; Very sarcastic and hostile.

Malcolm: Male; Large falcon; Cream-yellow wings and orange talons; Defined orange markings at the tips of his wings; Realistic and logical, to the point.

Author's Note.
This story was inspired by Akurle and Darkshadowphantomwolf (aka DS). I wanted to write an adventure story because of them. I hope you guys like it.

The story.
Hope.

Hope is a word.

Hope is one of many words in the English language.

There are more ways to say it, in more languages.

Hope is a name. Hope is... her name.

I know her.

This is her story though, not mine.

So listen carefully... listen... listen...

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Hope
Her eyes glitter in the moonlight. It helps to have two moons for them to glitter under. Hope walked slowly through her den in the countryside, quietly. She grabbed the apples from her shelf, her pet squirrel from the chair, and equipped her sharp sword. The quiet stillness of the night was interrupted by a pounding at the door. Hope turned anxiously towards the door, her sleek pale blue fur rustling from the wind sneaking in from her open window.

"Little fox..." Called a menacing voice, a raspy one.

Hope immediately sped up her packing. Worn blanket, more apples, pillow, mat, spike-

The door shook from pounding. Hope's heart raced. The door came down. Hope leapt through the window, quietly yelping as loose wood cut her tail. Dust cleared from the door as Hope ran, heart racing, more pounding. She heard a cry of fury and sped up, pumping her legs as fast as she could go.

Hope reached a forest biome. Dodging rocks, trees, vines, Hope made a sharp turn. She stumbled, rolling over in the dirt. Hope grasped a branch but slipped again. She could hear the sharp pants of the monster chasing her. Hope scrambled up a rock and started to run again. Her throat screamed for water and her legs cried out for rest but she couldn't stop. Not now.

Hope ran to a stream and bent her head down while running. Hope opened her mouth and caught tiny droplets of water as she stomped through the stream. Hope ran and heard a grumble of defeat as the monster stopped at the water. She almost smiled, but squashed that smile. I'm not safe yet. She thought as she pumped her legs again, adrenaline rushed through her veins and Hope pushed through the thicket.

Hope came into a clearing, close to Mt. Shiveer. She could hear explosions, and feel the temperatures lowering. Cold frost bit the tips of plants near her. Hope's teeth chattered as she entered a less open area. Even as she got colder, Hope felt safer under the cover of trees. Snow began to appear and crunch much to loudly under Hope's paws and she paused.

Hope's ears swiveled alert. She heard the soft crunching of snow behind her. Hope turned her head and began to scout. She spotted the small wings of a sparrow, unimportant and not speaking the language of Jamaasians. Or in other terms: Food.

Hope crouched low to the ground, dropping her bag as she did. Until this moment, Hope hadn't realized how heavy it was. She couldn't worry about that now. Hope started to growl which made the bird stop, and ponder. Probably wondering if it was a wise decision to even land on the ground. It was too late for the small bird now though.

Hope launched and pounced mercilessly on the bird, however making the mistake of going back out into the clearing. Hope picked up the limp sparrow in her jaws and padded back over to her bag. Not wanting to loose any of it's contents, Hope made sure it was completely closed before slinging it over her shoulder. She heard crunching in the snow, this time much louder. Hope turned and gasped and something- or rather someone- grabbed her and leapt into the air, heading for the other side of Mt. Shiveer.

Trusting Strangers
Hope landed hard on the rocky ground of a cave. She grumbled and sat up. The sky was red and grey with spoke and explosions. The smell of sulfur filled the air.

"Who are you..." A deep voice croaked behind Hope.

"Who am I?! WHO ARE YOU?!" She retorted turning around to see two animals. A falcon (supposedly the one who flew her here) and a snow leopard.

The two turned towards each other and muttered something. The falcon looked at Hope skeptically.

"I'm..." He hesitated. "Malcolm." The snow leopard gave him an "are you kidding me?" look. She sighed and turned back toward Hope.

"I'm Sheer." She growled. Sheer opened her mouth to say something else but it was interrupted by a loud explosion. It rang out across the battle fields. Animals stopped fighting from below and turned their heads toward the explosion. Hope padded over to the edge of the cave. She saw something that scared her more than the phantoms had when she was little.

Ever since the phantoms had been overthrown, a new evil arose. They called her The Seeker. The Seeker, or less commonly known as Rieda. She helped overthrow the phantoms. Mira and Zios trusted her... but she began to seek power for her own. She had minions like any other "super villain". Hope had gotten her strongest one. She wasn't ready to tell them that yet. The strongest minion means you could be of use to The Seeker. The thing was, that was true for Hope.

There in the distance, Jamaassians stopped and stared in horror as a wave of more minions came. Outnumbering all of them.

"Get back!" Growled Sheer, who then tackled Hope the the back of the cave. Hope's bag flew off of her back and down the cliff side. Hope grunted, broke free, and ran to the edge. She caught the bag just in time. Malcolm squawked urgently and pick hope up by the shoulders. They were all back to the end of the cave, or so it seemed.

"What were you ''thinking?!" ''Sheer roared.

"You could've gotten us caught!" It echoed loudly through the cave.

Hope ignored her and reached in the bag to pull out her squirrel. She sighed happily relieved when she felt the soft sniffing of her squirrel's tiny nose.

"Come on Sheer." Malcolm said nodding towards the wall.

Hope looked at him like he was crazy. To her surprise, Sheer grumbled in defeat... and then walked through the wall. Hope's mouth dropped open. Malcolm went right after her. Hope sat there, squirrel and all. Sheer popped her head through.

"What in Zios' name are you waiting for? Get in here before you get caught!" Sheer growled. Hope braced herself for impact when Sheer tugged her towards the wall. Hope hit the wall with a smack.

"You're thinking about it too much." Sheer phased through the wall to her side.

"How am I not supposed to think about it?!" Hope winced, touching her head. It was bleeding. Good thing she had packed bandages.

You don't think about it when it comes by surprise!" Sheer suddenly pushed her and Hope yelped. But this time she didn't feel the impact.

Hope opened her eyes.

Through the wall
"Took you guys long enough. What happened?" Malcolm questioned.

Hope looked around. She was in a rocky area, yet there were no jagged rocks. Well, besides a few stalactites that hung above her head. There were red stone stairs the led down into larger rooms. An odd flame thing hung in the middle of a large lantern. The lantern cast the light all throughout the cave. Hope even saw more lanterns placed on ledges and stones.

"Pipsqueak here couldn't pass through the wall." Sheer said walking down the stairs.

Malcolm shot a concerned look at Hope.

"Have you seen any others?" Sheer shouted up while laying on some moss the was placed on a ledge. There were seven other ledges but only one other seemed to have been used.

"No one of interest." Malcolm replied dryly. The cave was bigger than it looked. Hope walked down the stairs to the ledges where Sheer was.

"Hey," Sheer called. "What's your name, pipsqueak?"

"Hope." Hope said, standing taller and trying to look bigger. Sheer only chuckled at her attempt and laid her head back down. Hope slouched back down and began to look around this time. She noticed little things, like a small medicine room. She also noticed bigger things, like a large pool in another level, below her. She walked over to one of the smaller moss beds, but it was higher up.

Hope sighed and leapt to the ledge. She caught herself by her front paws and scrambled around with her back legs, trying to get up. Hope's grunting must have disturbed Sheer, because next thing she knew she was being carried down by her scruff.

"Your bed is over there." She grumbled, pointing to a different bed. Sheer muttered something else and hopped back onto her moss. Hope huffed a sigh and walked back over to a bed, the same size but a little lower. Hope climbed up and laid her head down. The moss bed felt extremely comfortable. Then again, she hadn't slept in days, so maybe that was why. Her eye closed very slowly, and she heard the flapping of wings as Malcolm left the cave. Hope fell asleep, sweet escape from the real world.

** ~**

Whispers. Opened eyes. A staff. A bag. Silver eyes. A figure. A poem.

Hope woke up in a dream. Images flashed before her eyes. They disappeared as quickly as they came. She "woke" up in a feild. The ground was grassy, the sky was blue. For a few seconds. It flickered.

Smoky sky. Cracked, dry dirt. River of fire. The whispering. Quiet, yet pounding at the same time. A wolf.

"One, two."

A snow leopard-... Sheer?

"Three, four."

Malcolm.

"Five, six."

Herself. Hope.

"Seven- PIPSQUEAK!"

Huh?

** ~**

"Pipsqueak!" Sheer shook her awake. Hope yelped and fell out of the moss bed. Sheer lowered and shook her head.

Hope immediately sprang back up.

"I'M UP! I'm up!" Hope looked back. Malcolm was at another bed with someone else who looked injured. A wolf.

Sheer walked over to him.

"Hope, meet Grayson."

(I need art guys, just not the scene where she is walking with the sparrow. I'm in the process of adding color to my own drawing of that scene.)