dogatopian knights
this is my first story so comments are welcome but plz dont b to hard on this young wolf
Dogatopian knights
By: nickwolfwood22
In the beginning after the great continent broke, there were two islands the size of Australia that was inhabited by a race of dogs and cats. At first they co-existed, however over the years, they both grew hungry for power and started a war that would eventually bring about the destruction of both their paradises.
Misha was a peaceful dog. He was a loving, gentle father and a loyal husband. He was also one of the best commanders in the king's military. Peter was an intellect for his time. He was a brilliant tactician and general. The siege of the cat king's castle had been going on for almost ten years, and the walls looked like they would break any day. Misha stood on the hill top as the cats advanced on the dogs with two company's of Siberian tigers lead by Decero the king's new general and right hand man. Misha waited until the opportune moment to strike, looking back at his group of twelve elite soldiers, hand picked for this operation. The two companies moved right under the hill and Misha counted down,
"3...2...1...CHARGE!"
Peter looked on as the squad went over the hill and into the two companies'. "It hardly seemed fair" he thought to him self. With those men's training in the southern region, they were well equipped with the right speed and ferocity to deal with those two companies. He shrugged and turned his head back to the task at hand and barked orders to the battering ram and trebuchets to continue the assault until the night came. He retreated into his tent and was about to catch some sleep when a soldier came running into the tent.
"Sir its Misha he's been hit sir" the soldier said in a panicky, raspy voice.
Peter sat bolt up. He had never expected for Misha to be injured they had been friends since childhood and immediately rushed to the medical tent.
Misha drifted in and out of consciousness as he saw all these different dogs explaining why they were there. His mind drifted back to why he first decided to join the army. He was fifteen and was coming in from training with his father. He had become quick as lightning and was well trained in the art of the short sword. He came upon his village and saw that people were gathering their things and leaving. The cats had invaded and had finally come to their village. He entered his house as if nothing had happened and, since it was so late, went to bed. It was early morning when they came and they gave no warning. He awoke to screams and immediately jumped into his dobok, put 5 throwing knives into his belt and grabbed his katanas, slinging them over his back. He jumped out the window and landed in something soft, almost slipping. He looked down and his eyes fell upon his youngest brother slain lying in a pile of blood, his stomach protruding from what was left of his torso, his entire lower end laying three feet behind him. Misha ran around the front where a squad had attempted to break into his house. His father and oldest brother had tried to fight them off only to be cut down and tossed aside like the previous night's meal. Misha fell to his knees at the sight of his family, the only people who loved him, dead because of these barbarians. Immediately he was thrown into a silent rage, and as two tabbies's rounded the corner, he took up a hiding place in a tree, unsheathing two throwing knives. With the stealth of a ninja, he threw them with a deadly accuracy at the two tabbies hitting both of them in the throat. He listened to the cat's gasps for air, and as the other six came out of the house, the leader pushed through them. He was a large Siberian tiger and went by the name of Decero. Misha shimmied down the tree as Decero went back into the house. He was about to throw the rest of his knives when Decero came back out with his mother and sister.
"Oh little shepherd? I have something you might want here," Decero barked.
Misha put the knives away and stepped out from behind the tree. Decero was amazed that a little pup was able to take out two of his best tabbies. Nevertheless, he made the pup one offer, "drop your weapons and I will let them live."
Misha was torn between trying to fight them all at once and losing his mother and sister, or to give up, in which case, he just might lose them anyway. He dropped his katana and knives on the ground and looked at the tiger waiting for his sister and mother to be released. The tiger kept his word and shoved the mother and sister over to Misha. As the tigers left, Misha told his mother and sister to go and hide and wait till this was all over. As his sister departed, the tiger turned with a bow. Everything happened in a flash as the arrow hit his mother in the neck and penetrated all the way through. The tiger laughed evilly and told his men to turn and take the house. Misha closed his eyes and ran to his mother, tears streaming down his face,
"Mom? Mom!? MOM!!!!" he cried and turned to his sister, "get in side the house," he said as calmly as he could.
"B...but Misha," she protested, fear rising in her voice. "GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!"
She did as she was told, and Misha turned to face the six tigers that were running towards his home. He reacted quickly and threw the last three knives at the on coming threat, hitting one in the eye, one in the neck, and the other faltered lower and landed right in the third tiger's groin. The fire in Mishas eyes was like an out of control forest fire. His heart was burning with a rageful fury that could only be quelled by the death of every single feline in the area. Then Decero stopped and let his remaining troops charge the young wolf, hoping that they would get close enough for a sword. Misha drew his katana want waited for the cat's battle cry, everything drifted in slow-mo and Misha jumped to the left slashing the tiger's hamstrings to shreds and immediately jumping over the other to slash across his back, dropping him to his knees. As everything returned to normal Decero was shocked, he couldn't believe that a little pup had brought down his entire squad and he immediately turned and fled.
Peter ran across the battlefield hoping that his friends' wounds weren't too serious. He entered the tent to see Misha holding his head and shaking it off.
The doctor approached Peter, "He took a bump to the head and was knocked unconscious."
Misha looked up and turned to Peter, "Permission to reenter the battle sir."
Peter looked stunned and then laid out his plan for the new assault. " We are going to wait till early morning, Misha. You and me are going to go over the wall and silently open the gate. Then we will enter the tower and slowly sneak up to meet the king and his two loyal bodyguards, Decero and Bazil. If we're lucky we will catch them sleeping and make our strike quick and decisive."
Misha looked back at Peter and nodded. As he walked back to his tent, he pondered the thought of victory and revenge for all of his fallen brethren including his family. He settled down and waited for the morning to come.
King Midnight sat in his castle tower pondering the dogs' next move he had released Bazil and Decero so that they could see their families off and was just putting his own kids to bed when his wife entered, "how long are you going to do this Middies," she said.
"As long as is necessary" he replied softly. "The dogs are advancing and have reached the walls that my father thought were unreachable." He turned to her and looked at her softly "come, we need our sleep, for tomorrow you will take the kids and leave this place for a new land that I hope will give us a new start."
Misha awoke early in the morning and got dressed in his dobok and chain mail and was waiting at the wall when Peter walked up. They silently nodded to each other and they crouched and jumped up the 30 foot, wall landing without a sound. They moved silently killing all the wall guards and opened the gate. As the dog army made its way silently in the castle, there was a giant explosion knocking half the dogs to the ground as the cast flooded out of their hiding places. Misha jumped up amidst the dog entrails strewn about the battlefield. He was not about to be stopped here, not now, not when he was so close to victory and vengeance. He saw Peter running for the tower door and immediately followed him across the battlefield.
Decero eagerly awaited Misha and Peter in the tall tower, hoping that his plan would work as he watched the battle below. The dogs were putting up a valiant fight however, the assault was already doomed due to the cats one trump card.
Misha entered the door and immediately turned to close and lock it. As the lock clicked, a dagger came flying out of nowhere and cut into his arm. Misha winced in pain and dove to the right, turning to face his new opponent. In front of him stood a tall panther wearing a leather tunic, and full chest and leg armor. Misha knew he could easily out maneuver this cat as long as he kept his eye on him.
"My name is Bazil, and you shall not advance any further," the cat said with a hint of malice in his voice.
Misha just looked at him and slowly drew his duel katanas. The next thing he knew, he was on his back and the cat was gone. He leaped to his feet and stood at the ready stance, wondering how the cat with so much armor could move that fast. Again, the cat appeared out of nowhere and sliced into Misha's chain mail cutting his side. Misha dropped to one knee, gasping for breath, he had no idea how long he was down there, only that the cat was toying with him. He had to think of a way to get past the cats speed. Finally, after a brief moment of pause, he stood again and readied himself for the final attack. Misha sheathed one of his swords and held the other one out in front of him. The cat appeared for one second, and everything happened so fast yet so slow. As the cat flew towards him he became relaxed. He kept the sword where it was and stepped inward as the cat drew closer. He then turned his body and brought the sword around slicing into the feline's back, cutting his spinal cord and sheathing his sword before the body even hit the ground. He heard fighting and immediately ran up the stairs into the tower room. There, he took his place next to Peter.
"Turn and face me Midnight. I want to see the look on your face when your city is burning to the ground."
Peter then sheathed his sword, went to Midnight's side, and turned to face Misha.
"I'm sorry Misha," Peter said. "I'm sorry for all of this, but it has to be done. We can no longer fight this battle, and we cannot win with our home on the brink of civil war, and now, my friend I say good bye."
Peter turned, and Decero came out of the shadows and rammed a sword into Misha's back. "See where your little revenge quest has brought you, little doggie" Decero mocked. "Your quest to destroy me has ended in vain your mother, father, brothers and sisters all died in vain. Now, with all of your exhausted efforts, you have wasted your life pursuing the impossible, and now you will DIE!"
Decero picked Misha up and threw him out of the window. Misha fell for what seemed like forever. He hit the ground and looked around. The battle was over. The dogs had retreated and the cats were gone. Decero came out of the castle and Misha forced himself against his body's wishes to stand. Clutching his sword he made his final stand. Decero approached Misha and was astonished when a flame arrow flew past his face. He had no time to react as the giant ball of sticks exploded from the liquid fire upon it. Decero was thrown back into the castle wall and knocked unconscious. Misha turned to see Peter at the window holding a bow and arrow.
"I had to tell them something to get them to trust me," he said.
"Where's Midnight," Misha asked
Peter looked around and saw no one. It was strange that in all the commotion, he had forgotten all about him. He turned back to the window "I don't kn..." he was about to say he didn't know. When a large dagger was thrust into his side and he was dropped out of the window.
Misha's life was once again darkened by the death of another person he had come to love. He had known Peter since childhood and slowly looked up and around for the cause. He picked up his sword and walked over to Decero's body shaking him to get him to wake up. Decero awoke and grumbled at the throbbing of his head. As he looked up the last thing he saw was his own reflection on the blade of a sword.
Misha wasn't yet satisfied with the death of Decero. He was completely silent and slowly looked up to the tower window to see Midnight's eldest son drop his hand. Misha looked up and saw twenty archers release arrows.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, wondering where he was going when he heard two cats having a conversation.
"So what do we do now with our king dead, Sagatear?"
"We follow his son to glory across the islands and do his will oblaz that's all."
"What should we do with the dog?"
"Sell him as a slave for the king's new ship's."
THE END?