As the battle continued to streak on, Firecrow snuck under the rough raised section in the lower right hand section his village. As he crawled under the hatch and across the section of the no longer chasm, Firecrow noticed the princess dressed as a boy ready for war. The one he secretly loved. As the archers continued to shoot their arrows at our village, Chief Cenacle came out into the center of things. He ordered men to find out what the Canos were planning next. “I will get credit for this,” thought Firecrow, “and maybe Myakka’s hand in marriage.” The young man was overwhelmed with joy and determination. He was thinking so much that he didn’t notice the Cano’s leader in front of him.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here, a little spy? Thank you for showing us a way across, but those trees will do just fine…Wildwood!”
“Yes, Boss?”
“Take this man away.” As Wildwood tried to take Firecrow away, he thought up an idea.
“You don’t understand. I want to join The Canos’ tribe! I’m not a spy.” The puzzled expression on the chief’s face made Firecrow think he had a chance.
“Fine, but to prove your loyalty, you must let a poison dart frog sit on your arm, with a slit across the elbow. If you even twitch, you will become the Canos’ new target practice.”
As Firecrow was taken back to the Canos’ village, he thought about what this might mean. He thought of the things that might happen while he was gone. Would his village be destroyed? Would the Ankhs’ be destroyed? Would his chances with Myakka be destroyed? Would his family be separated, or worse, would one of them die? The chances were against Firecrow. Firecrow started wondering if he should forget his old life. No! He mustn’t. As the world spun around him he noticed something strange. The pole he was tied to wasn’t spinning, something was utterly wrong! But it was too late; he didn’t see the Fer De Lance with its mouth open, fangs dripping with venom. A drop dripped into his mouth, and barely nicked his tongue. As soon as it hit his tongue, his head flipped back as if he was a marionette and a string had just snapped.
When he awoke the pole he was tied to was stuck in the ground with archers loaded and staring at him.
“Wait, I’m alive! Don’t shoot, don’t kill me!” But none besides Wildwood seemed to notice.
“FIRE!” was yelled by a deep voice behind the row of archers.
“Wait, he spoke, the target, he spoke!” Wildwood yelled. Fortunately the arrows weren’t flying at Firecrow, but now they were flying at the one who had saved his life. Luckily all the arrows missed, besides one that hit him in the lower thigh. Wildwood screamed out in pain.
“Who shot that arrow?! Get Wildwood to the medical center! As for you archers, you will all be in the same test as this Firecrow, unless one of you admits who shot him.” This was the voice of the chief. The archers forced a younger one forward who was tied to the pole Firecrow was tied to. Luckily for the boy, his arrow tip cut right through the rope and he ran away. Firecrow never saw him again.
Firecrow was untied and was brought to a village he had never seen before. The village had huge trees inside and outside of buildings. There were stairs leading up in the tallest tree he had ever seen. It ended at a hut on the top. In the room he saw a birdcage which had a magnificent hawk that was as red, orange, and yellow as Firecrow’s Mohawk.
“His name is Bull’s Eye. He was named this because he rips out his prey’s eyeballs, makes holes in them and uses them as decorations on his cage. Once they rot, he eats them.” said Wildwood. Firecrow could see lines of eyeballs on the bars on the other side of the cage. Wildwood was now staring at him like a star of a three ring circus and the show was about to begin. Firecrow was pushed into the room and heard the key clink chink in the doorknob. Firecrow was locked in a room with a deadly bird. Bull’s Eye started screeching and opened the lock of his cage. He flew at Firecrow with intense speed. Firecrow did the only thing he could think of, he started whistling! The bird stopped and hovered in position for a second then started flying straight at Firecrow. “I guess my goose is cooked, goodbye world.” Firecrow said. Then unexpectedly Bull’s Eye swooped up and instead of poking out his eyes, he grabbed Firecrow’s arms and carried him through the window. They flew straight to the Ankh village to find a huge battle roaring on.
Firecrow climbed onto one of the trees that were laid across the chasm. Then he found the Canos’ chief and Firecrow’s father, Avatar, in a deep swordfight. Then the Canos’ leader took at swing at Firecrow’s fathers’ legs, who jumped over it. This was just what the chief wanted. Using the sword as a baseball bat he knocked Avatar right off the log. Avatar was able to grab unto a vine clinging to the bottom of the log. Firecrow was furious. Pushing off some of the Canos, he reached the chief. His fathers’ blade was stuck in the bottom of the log. Firecrow started whistling a melody. Bull’s Eye, who had become Firecrow’s best friend, started tearing at the chief’s eyes. Meanwhile Firecrow swung around on the log and grabbed his father’s legs. He threw stab after stab at the chief who was nimbly dodging them. Then Firecrow remembered what the young archer had done. “Pretend to lose, only to win!” Firecrow thought to himself. He pretended to fall off the log yet hung on to the bottom. He shimmied across the underside of the log. He then swung himself back up and stabbed the Chief right in the back. The chief fell and shared a grave with his father. Firecrow had won the battle! He was granted Myakka’s hand in marriage and became the first Ankh village guardian
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