the tails of worthy (spiret anamalls)

Jey

owmygosh I finely get to introjuse you all to jey!!!!!!

Worthy stood in the rain. His cloak was soaked and plastered to his back. What he wouldn't give for a shelter! The figure in the shadows who was following Worthy better not be bad news. He waited till he thought the person was off guard, then he spun and pressed his claws to the stranger's chest. It was not who he thought it would be.

"Anda?" he asked, confused to see the human partner to Tellun. The boy handed Worthy a note.

"I was with Meilin and she gave me this and told me to give it to you. She says it's not from her. I was only hiding in case it wasn't you, please don't hurt me!"

"Anda, I'm not going to hurt you, why would I do that?" Then Worthy realised he was looking like Simone who was very much going to hurt Anda. He retracted his claws and stepped back. "Go" he whispered. "This is a quest I must do alone." Anda nodded then ran, releasing Tellun and jumping on the great elk's back. He read the note.

(this is another of royashgoodlooks songs)

For so many years we've been plotting our revenge in seecret while hiding in plain sight, and now we're here, and we'll reveal ourselves and defeat every Redcloak knight. It's time to rise up. It's time to fight back. It's been this way for too long. The hidden side and the red, it's a battle for your life. Who will win and who will fall? Who will triumph through it all?

For so many years we were the guardians of peace and justice in this crazy world, but now I'm here because the Conquerers had us hunted like we were enemies. It's time to rise up, it's time to fight back. It's been this way for too long. The red side and the green have become friends and that's for life. We might win or we might fall, we might triumph through it all.

Give in to your anger, let the hate flow through, or let go of what you fear to lose, and may the beasts be with you.

And now it's time to rise up, it's time to fight back. It's been this way for too long. The good side and the bad, which side is your own life? Who will win and who will fall, who will triumph through it all?

What the heck did that mean? thought Worthy as the note started to blur with rain. Then he spotted something. Every few letters were different: w o r t h y b r o. Worthy bro. Worthy knew this could only be from one person - Dawson. This was the code they'd learnt as kids. They'd used it to write rude messages to people and letters containing secrets during the wars. A name, then bro, was the signal for Worthy to come to Dawson's location but no one was to know. He stuffed the wet note into his pocket and just as he was about to start wondering why Meilin would have had the note, someone jumped him from the bushes. He spun and attacked, drawing his sword, a glare set on his face. As their blades clashed the attacker smiled. She had black hair and pale skin. She flipped herself around and clashed her pretty antique sword against Worthy's sabre. She fought him back. She was skilled. Worthy pulled his favourite trick. When she brought him into a close lock, he slashed out his claws, scratching her stomach. She kicked him hard in return but then he scratched her face. She was on the floor, three scratches across her face, her black hair wet. He held his sword to her throat. She smiled up at him.

"Took you long enough" she said as she pushed his sword aside using her own. Her pale face and dark eyes made her look almost Zhongese but her voice was Euran. She looked smug, despite the fact she was losing.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Oh, I am sorry, where are my manners? My name is Jey. You can call me Skill."