Once Upon a Rabbun's Tail: The Furixie Series, #1

By H.R. Relation

Want to escape to a world with no humans? In a book that's long enough (over 400 pages) to be worth your attention?

This is a clean, immersive, fantasy adventure for ages 10 and beyond. Kids and adults alike are enjoying this first-in-series journey. 

 

Furixie, the plainfur heir to the Rabbun Kingdom, wants to avoid her training and go explore Harmonyterra. But leaving Carrington was forbidden after the Cats hunted Rabbuns to near extinction. When she witnesses her father's senior advisor attacking another guardsbun, however, she ends up on the other side of Carrington's magical border—something she never knew existed. 

She was taught the Cats disappeared over the springs, but then she sees one with her own eyes. The farther she travels, Furixie discovers more of the truth and the evil plan being put into place by the Commander of the Cats.

Lost in Harmonyterra, Furixie doesn't know how to get back into Carrington. But if she doesn't return in time to warn the others, all of Harmonyterra is headed for another Dark Ages… one the Rabbuns may not survive this time around.

 

If you enjoy fantastical creatures, adventures to different lands, and spirited heroines, you'll love Once Upon a Rabbun's Tail, first in the young adult fantasy adventure set, The Furixie Series. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: H.R. Relation
• Release date: Mar 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798987920817

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Chapter 2

Unwelcome Changes

Contorting her black face while sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth, her tuft flopped against one ear, they both giggled. Ivory sat back and held up teal front paws with straw-colored streaks that matched the ear tips hovering above her best friend’s creamy white face. It was a habit she knew Ivory had started to conceal the longer than average front teeth. The older kits were waiting in the foyer to go aboveground for class. She loved it when she and Ivory got there early so they could goof around a little, especially after being apart on rest day, when most Rabbuns spent time with their own families.

At least Oliver was no longer mad at her, even though he laughed off her idea of him being heir yesterday after dinner. Really, I forgive you, you don’t have to give me your birthright, he said before they started a game of muffet with their younger twin siblings, Flip and Flop, and their parents.

Everyone, quiet. The noise died down instantly. You don’t mess with Rufus. He was as strong as he was large, almost as big as her father, and the things he had invented for himself, called specs, prevented anyone from seeing his eyes. He was one of the few plain-furs, like her, being all dark grey throughout, but his size and specs made him anything but plain. All right, has everyone put their name on the attendance form?

All the kits gathered closer, anticipating being let free from the underground palace to the classroom aboveground. Standing with the others, her ears lifted into a forward position, hoping Rufus would just let them go.

In his authoritative voice he said, I never got a ‘Yes, sir.’

Everyone echoed, Yes, sir!

She shivered from the anticipation of being released, but then Rufus kept talking.

We will be heading up as soon as the youngers are ready to return. No one moves until I give the signal. Is that clear? Everyone nodded, but no one sat. I’m waiting again.

Yes, sir, the group said, almost in unison.

He glanced over his shoulder and must have seen the youngers. Fine then, everyone race to the slate tree in the courtyard before class starts. Let’s see who’s the fastest today. Go!

The kits squealed with joy as they all tried to run at once. Passing the two posted guardsbuns on either side of the palace burrow’s main entrance and exit, they jostled each other, vying for a closer spot as they followed Rufus up the ramp. He was already almost out of sight.

Her smile was wide as she ran with the group and emerged aboveground, under the thick canopy of ginorms. She laughed along with the youngers that were waiting to go down to the palace as her class ran past them. Flip’s blue body, much lighter than Oliver’s, was protectively sitting in front of his lilac twin sister. They looked nothing alike except for their matching hazel eyes. Flop had long droopy ears and Flip had black ears that were almost always at attention and contrasted with the white blaze down his face.

She heard her little sister, Flop, say, Go, Furixie!

After checking to make sure she had enough room, she jumped and twisted her body in the air, kicking her legs out, doing a binky for her sister.

More, more! Flop said.

Thinking how much this would annoy Janessa, she jumped and did a full flip in midair. It had the desired effect: she could hear Flop giggle in delight and the other youngers chatter appreciatively.

She knew Leif would win the race, he always did, but she didn’t run to win. She ran for the fun of it. She probably could beat him, but she loved seeing what colors the squat ginorm trees that hid the palace burrow had chosen for the day. Sometimes, if she was lucky and paying attention, she’d get to see one shift to a different color. No one understood why they did it, but that was a comfort to her. A lot of the time she didn’t feel anyone really understood her, either.

Being aboveground made her feel alive. She breathed in the fresh air and looked around while running toward her destination. Behind her lay the kit tunnel, where the kits enjoyed recess most days. On the right was where they’d soon assemble for class. Up ahead was the slate tree inside the courtyard.

The complete area aboveground that they were allowed to be in was called Carright Castle, since the fortified walls that were erected after the Dark Ages enclosed it. She never understood how the walls were perfectly smooth and straight. They were a light tan and could be considered beautiful, except they were too good at their job of keeping the Rabbuns in. Carright Castle was supposedly the only place in all of Harmonyterra that had ginorms.

Beyond the courtyard stood the only gate in the fortification, which she learned long ago would get her yelled at if she got too close, as she was totally trying to sneak past it. The area surrounding Carright Castle that was within their borders was Carrington. They were told it had beautiful trees with pastel leaves thick and full above their narrow trunks. Among their velvety leaves, the trees bore carrights, the favorite fruit among Rabbuns that grew like three carrots pointing down and joined at the root. The kitchen staff were escorted beyond the gate but kept within the borders of Carrington by guardsbuns once or twice a spring to collect the juicy fruit, making it quite the delicacy.

She blinked in surprise when she saw Rufus at the gate with several other rabbuns. She recognized Vulmon, her father’s senior advisor, and her nose scrunched in distaste. Most Rabbuns didn’t bother with adornments, but Vulmon always wore a dark cloak that draped over his body and tied in front, similar to her parents’ royal robes, which they only ever wore for special occasions. Shivering, she slowed her pace. There was the ancient Davidson, even though he was much slower than the others and retired now, her father still valued his opinion. There was also a couple of other members of Rufus’ team, and all looked to be in some deep discussion.

Ah, carrights! I thought I had you that time!

She looked toward the slate tree and saw Leif breathing hard. His tan colored face with a deep blue blaze that ran down and outlined his broad, long nose shone with triumph. His thick ears, tipped with black, hung lower behind his head than normal from exhaustion. The buck that had yelled sprawled dramatically on the ground, apparently devastated at not winning the race.

When she reached the ugly slate tree in the courtyard, about half the class was already there, gathered under its thin dark branches that were sticking out every which way. The slate tree’s best feature was that the larger leaves provided shade from high above, so you could see a lot more than under the ginorms and still not get scorched if it was hot out. She sat down to wait for Ivory, who was a slower kit. Leif got several of the olders to start a game of tag with him, his deep blue scut with black speckles scampering back and forth, and she was happy all the noise faded as they got farther away.

The ginorms had chosen different hues of blue today. She smiled, imagining she was seaside. One of the elderly rabbuns had mentioned Nym traveled to where there was gathered water so big that it met the horizon. It was almost too much to imagine.

Class! Gather around. Ms. Adele’s voice was sharp. She started and looked back to where their teacher stood in the aboveground class area. Quickly, now! It doesn’t matter if you’ve finished the race or not. Ms. Adele looked toward her and the dispersed kits in the courtyard.

Everyone bounded toward Ms. Adele and formed a crowd in front of the teacher. Ivory plopped down next to her, breathing hard.

You ok?

Ivory just nodded, her dangling teal ear tips swaying, trying to catch her breath.

Very good. Class has been cancelled for today. Ms. Adele’s announcement was met by silence.

From the back of the group, someone said, What’s cancelled mean?

Ms. Adele sighed and said, It means there will be no class today. And until further notice, class will be held underground.

A gasp escaped her lips. She couldn’t imagine being separated from aboveground, the fresh air and the space and the ginorms. Her heart ached just thinking about it.

All the kits were grumbling. Her and Ivory glanced at each other in shock. What was going on?

But, why? Leif whined. The palace is stuffy.

Ms. Adele ignored him. Everyone, you’ll join the youngers in the dining hall, have an early lunch, and then go back to your family homes.

All the kits got up and started hopping, bemoaning going back to the underground palace. Legs feeling heavy, she looked behind her and saw Rufus and the other rabbuns he was talking to earlier. They seemed to be arguing. Distracted, she bumped into Ivory and stopped. Most of the class noticed the spectacle too and were watching.

Be right back, she said to Ivory then spun and started making her way toward Rufus. He was her best bet of finding out what was going on. But before she could get too close, the bright orange on the back of Vulmon’s head flashed out of sight as he whipped his head around, wispy beard swaying, his narrowed black eyes boring into hers. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath while still moving forward. Like her parents and Rufus, he traveled by hopping on his hind legs, although he hunched slightly. That coupled with his long, thin nose made his stare more intimidating by looking so far down on her. His medium-sized ears that had the same scraggly reddish brown fur coat like the rest of his body were back, showing his displeasure. She skidded to a halt and swallowed.

Princess, you are supposed to be leading the other kits into the underground palace. What are you doing over here? He addressed her as she approached.

I, uh… She glanced at Rufus, but he was looking at the gate.

Into the palace, now! Ms. Adele nose-poked her in the side, making her jerk away. She hopped back to Ivory with a furrowed brow. Ms. Adele started hopping back and forth, herding them toward the ramp. She tried to get another glance at Rufus and the others, but the teacher was blocking her view. After a last glance at the ginorms, she tried to not stumble with her blurred vision as she descended underground with a heavy heart.

She jumped on the stool next to Ivory’s at their favorite lunch table, the one in the farthest corner. She didn’t even notice the softness of the red cushion, she was just glad to have made the jump without falling over.

It’ll be ok, you’ll see, Ivory tried in a reassuring voice before munching on lettuce and spinach. Her best friend had wasted no time in getting lunch while she was aboveground getting reprimanded by Vulmon. It was the first time Ivory’d ever beaten her somewhere.

She shook her front paws out in front of her and rubbed her cheeks again. She hated wet fur. She hated crying. She hated feeling this way. Not knowing when she’d see the ginorms or the sky again made her feel sick. Sure, she loved the underground palace and her family, but she felt most alive when she was aboveground.

So what do you think’s going on? Flip asked as he hopped onto the stool next to her.

She looked at him and panic started rising. Where’s Flop? She’s always with you.

He frowned and said, She’s with her friends. They said they’d help her if she needed it. He nodded toward a table near the front of the dining hall.

She must have hopped right past and not even noticed. Seeing her little sister, who had been born with a limp that always made her slow but never dimmed her smile, sitting among other does made her heart swell. Flop hopped on three legs, dragging the fourth on the ground if she was tired. Flip, her adventurous younger brother and Flop’s twin, made himself her bodyguard as soon as he could hop. She looked at her brother and smiled at his disgruntled look.

It looks like she’s doing pretty good. They seem to be nice.

He grunted and repeated his question, keeping his eyes on his twin, ready to hop to the rescue if needed.

All the sadness rushed back to her. She cast her eyes down and said, I don’t know. I can’t bear the thought of not going aboveground tomorrow.

It won’t be forever. Maybe it’ll be a nice change of scenery, Ivory said.

She looked at her best friend. Ivory was as light as she was dark. They were so different in a lot of ways. She loved to read and be outdoors, Ivory would rather craft underground in the cool darkness given the choice. But somehow they just clicked. She said, Yeah, maybe.

Flip looked at her like she had lost her mind. Really? You go stir crazy when it’s our rest day of the week. He smirked. Like getting in trouble in Mom’s office. She shot him a glare and he quickly changed subjects. Hey, have you told Mom and Dad what you want for your thirteenth spring? That’s a big one. What do you want, anyway?

She swallowed. To not be heir anymore. But she stayed silent.

Hey, Flip! Leif called over to him from another table.

See you guys later, he said before joining the other bucks.

Ivory giggled. You had his full attention. When she didn’t respond she said, What’s wrong? I mean besides not being able to go aboveground right now. Like you said, Flop looks like she’s doing great. I even saw her laugh a little while ago.

She was so happy Flop, and Flip, were gaining some independence. It made her crave her own even more though.

Furixie?

What do you think about Oliver being the heir, instead of me?

Ivory’s eyes widened in shock. But you’re heir. Why would your parents do that to you?

Huh?

Huh?

She looked at Ivory. Oh! No. No one’s suggested I’m not the heir…I was wondering, maybe I should talk to my parents, suggest Oliver would be a better fit.

Ivory frowned. Why would you give up your position?

She raised her eyebrows. You know why.

Ivory gave her a disbelieving look. Because you want to play more? I mean, I get it, and I know we’ve been bemoaning it for a while, but someday you get to be queen. I think that’s worth giving up some games, don’t you?

A darkness threatened to swallow her. She thought Ivory understood. You don’t care we won’t get to hang out as much? That I’ll become boring?

Ivory shook her head. Of course I care! But it would be awfully selfish to have that stand in the way of you becoming a great leader.

The word selfish hung in the air, as if meant to be directed toward her, not Ivory.

Her tummy rumbled, reminding her she never picked up food from the salad bar, but she felt hollow inside and didn’t want to fill it with food, something that should have alarmed her. She loved eating.

The teal front paws with straw-colored streaks began shoveling lettuce into Ivory’s mouth. Neither of them had excellent table manners, but her best friend was clearly trying to eat fast to be able to leave. To get away from her?

Are you mad at me?

Ivory’s head shook but her best friend didn’t meet her eyes.

Her tuft of long hair shot up. You don’t understand. It’s like my life will never be my own again. I’ll be responsible for everybody. You don’t know what that’s like.

Ivory’s eyes narrowed. In a low voice, her best friend said, You’re right, I don’t, Your Majesty.

Her eyebrows nearly shot off her head as Ivory ranted, My life has been, and always will be, ruled by someone else. You will one day get to make the rules! How could you even think of throwing that away? Sometimes you really do act like a princess. After spitting the last word out, with specks of lettuce flying, Ivory jumped down and hopped out of the dining room.

Her head hurt from the tuft of hair sticking up so forcefully, as if it was trying to peel off of her scalp. After a few moments passed she realized how quiet the hall had become. She looked around and saw all eyes on her. Oliver’s silver ones shone from across the room, concern hanging in them.

Jumping off the stool so quickly it knocked over, thudding on the earthen floor, she tore toward the end of the dining hall, not knowing where she’d go, not caring other than not seeing Ivory right now and getting away from all the prying eyes. They had never had a fight before, not one that ever mattered.

Right before she exited to the main hall, wide dark bands of fur with pink eyes blocked her path. It was all she could do to stop without toppling Janessa. She winced as the soft connective tissue in her legs strained.

Where do you think you are going, Princess? Janessa’s voice rang out, so the entire hall was sure to hear, maximizing her humiliation.

Out, was all she could manage.

I believe you left a mess behind you. Please fix that before continuing on.

She shook with rage but turned, seeing no way out of it.

And do hop properly, this time.

She gave a little jerk and kept going. Right before she got there a streak of dark blue and silver appeared and Oliver righted the stool himself. He looked at her uncertainly, clearly worried about her.

Thank you, Master Oliver. Next time when I ask the princess to pick up after herself, however, please allow her the learning experience. He scowled toward Janessa but didn’t respond. You may be on your way now, Princess.

Among the hushed whispers she turned and hopped as dignified as she could. When she reached the end of the hall, Janessa hopped aside to let her pass, and as soon as she was beyond the matron she fled, her spike of hair waving with her speed.

Chapter 3

Challenged

Turning right, she focused on the ground while passing the guardsbun stationed at the cross hall, knowing he would respectfully stay silent unless eye contact was made. She passed the throne room, library, and the new tunnel that was under construction. Not knowing exactly what she would say when she saw Onus, she turned the corners into the advisors’ office.

Vulmon and Connak were murmuring in low voices with their backs to her when she burst in. Vulmon’s robe was spread wide since he was leaning over the desk. Connak’s broad body with alternating jagged green and brown stripes in very short fur was hunched in a sitting position, his head tilted up, looking at whatever Vulmon was pointing to on the desk.

They stopped talking and straightened, looking at her. Vulmon shoved something beneath his robe as his eyes traveled up between her ears and she knew if she was pale like Ivory or Onus, she’d have turned pink.

Princess? Is everything alright? His voice carried all the respect due to the heir, but his cold eyes told her she was unwelcome.

She tried to get her breathing under control, but her answer still came out choppy. Meeting. Onus.

Vulmon raised one of his eyebrows. Connak laid down, looking bored.

Her hair finally lay back and her breathing returned to normal. Sorry. Yes, everything is alright. I… I just didn’t want to be late for my meeting with Onus.

Vulmon’s brow furrowed, and he glanced at Connak before asking her, Isn’t that later in the day, if not cancelled?

She was beginning to hate that word. I—

Furixie?

She startled and looked back into her father’s handsome green eyes. He filled the entrance completely, being one of the few Rabbuns that hopped upright nearly all the time.

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t think she’d see him until dinnertime at least. Hi, Dad. I was looking for Onus, but didn’t realize I could talk to you instead.

A smile eased the worried look on his face. I’m glad you’re pleased to see me. It’s been a rough day, though, Furixie. What do you need?

I wanted to know why class was cancelled and we’re being forced to stay underground.

He studied her for a moment, then said, Hop into my office. I don’t have long—

Forgive me, sire, but do you think it wise…? Vulmon moved closer, making her shiver.

I’ll forgive you, Vulmon, but do not question my wisdom, especially when it comes to my daughter, who happens to be your future queen.

As she followed her father out of the room, she glanced back at Vulmon in time to see the sour look melt into impassiveness.

The king’s office was next door to the advisors’ joint office. Although it was about the same size, it was just his, and had near identical trappings to her mother’s in the parallel hall, just with a more masculine air. He sat behind his desk, a large, furry, comforting mass, his sleek black hair like hers, except for his fluffy mane that contained a silver streak from his chin, down his chest and front legs, all the way to his paws. It made him look as wise as he was. He was so much taller than the average Rabbun that he, like her mother, forewent stools. The tops of their ears often brushed the earthen ceilings as they hopped through the underground palace.

Furixie, please, sit down. He inclined his head in front of his desk and she obeyed. She noticed his mane hung slack, making his face look drawn instead of large and jovial like it usually was.

He sighed. This stays between us. Do not repeat anything of what I’m about to say to your friends, understand?

Already knowing the answer, she asked, Not even Ivory?

His look hardened and she instantly regretted asking.

I’m sorry, Dad. Okay, I won’t say anything to anyone. Her heart sank, knowing it would kill her to keep it from Ivory. Then she remembered how dedicated Ivory was to her becoming the leader she needed to be. Well, she guessed that included having secrets from her best friend now.

Accepting her apology, he said, Rufus noticed a problem with the gate, and he is just taking every precaution to keep the kingdom safe. I wholeheartedly support his actions.

What kind of problem? Is it open? She winced when she heard the hope in her voice. Thankfully, her father didn’t seem to notice. He was frowning at his desk, looking over a scroll.

Hmmm? No, no, nothing like that. A small chunk of one of the gate’s supports was missing.

This hardly seemed anything to be alarmed about. We can’t go aboveground because a chunk of stone is missing? Dad— But his look was enough. She knew she was going to be dismissed.

I was trying to give you a glimpse into the life of a ruler. It’s a duty, Furixie. No one knows why the chunk is missing. No one knows if the gate or fortification is still completely sound. We have stayed safe since the Dark Ages and will continue to do so, even if it means temporary inconvenience. Now, you may wait in here while I send for Onus. You may have your lesson early so he can attend our meeting immediately after, as it may take a while.

Staying silent, lest she get herself in even more trouble, she tried to stay still as well. He looked at her, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Onus seemed to have the impression you are reluctant to be who you are. Is this true?

Who I am?

The heir, of course.

Oh. Right.

Mmmm.

And before she could stop herself, she said, Oliver would make a better heir. You know it, I know it, everyone does.

The king looked taken aback. Why would you say such a thing?

All you have to do is look at him, Dad. He… he looks like you. Regal. Her voice trialed off at the end and she looked at the ground.

Ah. You know, being a plain-fur used to be quite the desired trait.

She glanced at him, disbelief apparently clear on her features.

He chuckled. No, really. During the Dark Ages, it helped keep many alive. The Cats couldn’t tell them apart from rabbits, so they didn’t put forth the effort to catch them.

What good does that do me, Dad? We’re not allowed anywhere. She regretted her tone at once. He was a fair and wonderful father, but he expected full respect, and she had already pushed it with this impromptu meeting. When he didn’t respond, she chanced a look at him. He seemed to be struggling.

I think you ought to speak with your mother about this, Furixie. I believe she had the same misgivings you do—

She snorted, instantly knowing she would be in trouble but unable to help it. Mom? She’s beautiful! Blonde fur with pretty suns emblazoned throughout, with eyes that shine like blue sapphires. I’ve never even seen a real sapphire, but I doubt they’re prettier than her eyes. All I’ve got is this bright white scut and my stupid hair that has a mind of its own up there. She rolled her eyes up to indicate the spot, then looked back at him. He was fighting for control now.

After a moment, he said, Wait here. You will be every ounce the perfect student for Onus. You will speak to your mother tonight about your concerns and by tomorrow be fully dedicated to your position in this family and kingdom and to the future wellbeing of both. Understood? He rose, looking far down upon her.

Yes, sir. Her ears drooped as she stared at the dirt floor, listening to his large pawfalls as they left.

Misery washed over her. The dirt floor and curved walls of her father’s office seemed to constrict, lessening the amount of air available. She looked around the office. If she married, one day this would be her husband’s. Choking back a sob, she tried to summon Ivory’s stance, how fortunate she was to be able to rule one day. In her mind’s eye, she could see the sun setting over the water as tears blurred her vision.

Well, Princess, we don’t have much time today, but your father was quite insistent that we have our lesson now, right here. Onus had hopped in behind her.

She ducked her head as she swiped her front paws over her eyes before hopping around to face him.

His preoccupied face shifted, softened. Furixie, he started, and she relaxed at him using her first name. For what it’s worth, I think you’ll make a fine ruler one day. You certainly need training, and confidence, practice and some guidance… His voice trailed off as her face fell.

She didn’t see how he could possibly think she’d make a good ruler one day, given all she needed. He’d forgotten beauty and grace. When she didn’t say anything, he hopped closer to her and started untying a scroll from the sash-like scroll keeper worn over his shoulder. His had six ties, twice as many as her standard three-tie school issued one, although they almost never got used for class. He withdrew the scroll and placed it under his foreleg. Her eyes followed it.

The last time we met, I said I might share some stories with you if you came with a proper learning attitude. How do you feel about that?

Does it matter? She looked into his face and tried to remember her father’s words. I will work on being fully dedicated to my position and the future wellbeing of the kingdom. Her voice didn’t sound like her own, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was the first step to her accepting that she was the heir. The idea of Oliver being able to rescue her seemed silly now, as she sat in her father’s office with Onus.

Well, you sound more like the heir now. I hope that means you’re over the idea of Oliver taking over. Yes, your father told me. Got him a bit worked up. Now, let’s see how you answer a security question. Time is short, so I’m going to throw a hard one at you. What would you do if a cat arrived in the underground palace?

The question caught her off guard, and before she could stop it, a giggle bubbled out of her. She coughed to extinguish it. Onus, a cat wouldn’t fit down here. They’re way too big for that.

Very good, Princess. That is true. Unless, of course, they dig, and start collapsing the tunnels.

We’d have to dig a new tunnel.

If you had time, that would be ideal.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Aren’t they extinct, anyway? I mean, really, when was the last time someone saw a cat?

Some say so. I think it’s wishful thinking. I don’t think they have the numbers they had in the past, but if they are still around and rally, they may recover quickly. The king has never wanted to take any chances, and I don’t blame him. Don’t roll your eyes at me.

Whoops. She hadn’t even registered she’d done it. Sorry. I just don’t understand—

If Flop wanted something, would you give it to her?

Of course.

Even if you knew it was dangerous?

She hesitated. If I could make it safe for her, yes.

What if you were wrong? You let her have what she wanted, thought you’d made it safe, but she got hurt?

Her eyes went wide. She wouldn’t be able to bear it. That just couldn’t happen. Her heart was beating fast, trying to outrun such a possibility.

It’s not my place, Princess, but I would caution you to give your parents, the rulers of our kingdom, the benefit of the doubt. Ruling is easy to those whose shoulders bear no responsibility.

Voices from the next room made them both turn their heads.

How could you not have reported this at once, Vulmon? her father said. After a pause, he roared, What do you mean, you didn’t want to worry me? I’m the king, for goodness’ sake! There were at least two other voices speaking in hushed tones, but she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

She glanced at Onus, who was frowning in deep concern. He looked at her, reached out a paw, and gave her the scroll.

Tell no one of this. Please, guard it just short of your life. Read it. I think you’ll identify quite a lot with Nym, but you’ll have to remember how the story ends.

Taking the scroll with trembling paws, she looked up at him. She dies.

Most say so. At the very least, she never returned home. His dark eyes flashed as he turned to leave. Keep it safe, Furixie. We have much to discuss in our future lessons. I must go now. Please return to your bedtunnel. Talk to your mother, as your father suggested.

His stout white body hopped out of the room and almost immediately the voices next door raised again, but she barely noticed as she stared at the scroll.

The Lost Adventures of Nym. The Nym. The bravest rabbun that ever lived.

She darted from the office with the scroll tucked under her foreleg, already thinking of how she’d keep it safe.

Chapter 4

Nym's Adventures

Relief washed over her when she found her bedtunnel empty. Although it was the royal girls’ room, when Flop was six springs old, her sister had only lasted a night before insisting to continue to stay with Flip in the royal boys’ room. Since Oliver didn’t mind, their parents didn’t fight against the twins’ desire to stay together. It got lonely sometimes, but mostly she enjoyed the solitude, and right now she couldn’t be happier at not having to share.

Struggling between being careful to treat the scroll as the treasure it was and her haste to start reading it before anyone came in, she hopped to her desk made of dark wood. It was small but deep, and unfortunately filled to capacity. Perched on her wooden stool, she placed her front paws on the desktop and gently pushed. The desktop resisted, but lowered some. It would have to do for now. She finally unrolled the beginning of the thick scroll, which turned out to be several scrolls rolled into one.

The Adventures of Nym

A personal account, by Me.

As much as I love Carrington, I also love running across the border and exploring as much as I can of Harmonyterra. Most think I’m weird, and Zentha definitely doesn’t approve, but I don’t care. My family thinks I should be more proper, especially for my sister’s sake, and I try! I’ve even started to bathe before coming home so there isn’t a repeat of the raff bird incident. It was still my carright!

Anyway, this is about my adventures, not my everyday life. I don’t know if anyone other than me will read this, and that’s ok. I want to remember everything.

The raff bird incident:

I bounded past the ginorms, which were changing from greens to pinks. I almost stayed to watch, I love seeing them change, but Fluff’s banquet was later that day so I knew I didn’t have much time before Zentha rounded me up. The pastel trees glistened with morning dew, their carrights sparkling in the rising sunlight, and I just couldn’t resist. So far I haven’t found anything as tasty as a carright beyond Carrington. Dandelions aren’t bad, but you have to eat a lot to fill you up and they’re more tart than sweet.

A raff bird approached me. They usually keep to their forest, but they love our carrights and somehow aren’t very good at getting them themselves, even with those overgrown talons. Maybe they can’t twist them at the root, I don’t know. Anyway, I was in a hurry and didn’t want to share, but did it care? No. It’s used to Rabbuns just relinquishing them because we’re supposed to be superior or something. Maybe we’re all equal and should all get our own food.

It squawked at me and I shook my head no. Then it flapped its wings harder and squawked louder. I said, It’s my carright, and I started hopping away, but then she swooped down in my face, pecking me! I head butted her, possibly a little harder than I should have, and then it all went bad. Her friends showed up and started throwing stinkberries at me. The berries are large and purple and look like they’d be good eating but NO. While I was being pelted I caught one of their tails in my teeth and they just went berserk.

By the time I got back to the underground palace, I was a mess. Walt caught me coming in and everyone in the foyer made a big deal about the smell… which was me. Walt handed me over to Zentha, all the worse for me. She didn’t think it was amusing that I was trying to teach the raff birds manners like she insists I learn. She was rather rough removing the blue feathers, especially from the troublesome fluffy fur of my ears.

I still hear about how I’m the first Rabbun, especially a royal, to ever get in a scuffle with a bird, let alone a flock. But it was my carright. I nearly choked on it while being attacked, but it was delicious.

Her heart was pounding so fast she felt dizzy. She wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes, not feeling this light in a long time, until she reached the part about Nym being a royal. Were they related? Hope bubbled in her chest. Her head spun as she skimmed through what she had already read. The ginorms turned pink? Nym got to see them turn often? Why don’t they do that anymore? Who was Zentha and Fluff? She laughed again as her eyes roamed over the raff bird account. Nym was even cooler than she had imagined. She wished she could meet her. Maybe everyone was wrong and Nym was still alive. She felt like they could be really good friends, even though Nym was an adult. A twinge of sadness hit her at the thought. What would Ivory say about Nym’s Adventures? Maybe Ivory would approve, because Nym clearly wasn’t the heir. Personally, she was thrilled Nym got her carright, even if under duress.

Heavy pawfalls drew her attention to the hall. Mom must be coming to talk to me. She gulped and looked down at her desk. Edges of scrolls and a quill tip poked out of it. She frowned. Where was she going to keep Nym’s scroll safe? Her heart hammered as her mother’s large shadow darkened the entrance to the royal girls’ room.

She hopped off her stool, poked the lid open with her nose just far enough to grab the closest scroll, and by the time her mother hopped in, she was rolling it up.

Hello, dear. What do you have there? Her mother’s long, thick tan fur with golden suns dappled throughout appeared next to her, but she couldn’t meet the sparkling eyes.

Hi, Mom! Oh, just something for school. I thought since I’m turning thirteen springs old soon, I should probably start keeping my desk a bit tidier.

Oh, I’m so proud of you, Furixie. You know, there was a little niche when I was younger and living in here… her mother hopped past her, to the back of the room, in the corner where Flop’s unused straw bed lay. Yep, here it is. If you wanted to change where your bed was, you could use this to hold whatever scroll you’re reading or working on.

She forced her eyes to move from the unused bed to look at the dusty little hollow in the earthen wall, right beside Flop’s bed. Thanks, Mom, but I like my bed where it is. I’ll just keep working on cleaning out my desk, I think.

Her mother nodded. Alright, dear. It’s getting late, but your father said you needed to talk to me? Something about growing up?

She sighed. Where to start? She wouldn’t understand, but Dad would tell her, anyway. Finally looking into her mother’s shining sapphire eyes, she said, Mom, I just don’t think I should be heir. Oliver is the obvious choice.

Her mother’s warm smile made her relax a little. You are the first born, which makes you the obvious choice. I’m sorry if you’re not happy about it, but I hope in time that will change.

Even though she hadn’t done it in a while, she snuggled into her mother’s chest and let the long blonde ears envelope her. You don’t understand, Mom. But I’ll try.

Furixie, when I was your age, I wasn’t keen on being heir either.

She pulled back to look in her mother’s face.

Laughing, her mom said, It’s true! I wanted to keep playing and being normal. I didn’t want things to change. Being more responsible than— A pained expression flashed across the beautiful face, but her mother recovered quickly. Change is scary. And having so much responsibility can be scary. But someone has to rule this many Rabbuns, and when I finally realized that, I decided to stop fighting against it and work on being the best queen I could be. It’s still hard, but now I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love our kingdom. I love seeing Rabbuns thriving. Plus, having the largest living quarters is nice, her mom winked at her, something most Rabbuns couldn’t do.

Giving her mom a squeeze, then pulling back, she said, Thanks, Mom. I’m trying to stop fighting against it, too. I guess you understand better than I thought you would, but…

What is it, dear?

She hesitated, but said, You look like a queen. I’m just a… plain-fur.

Oh, sweetie. You know, not that long ago—

A plain-fur was actually a desirable trait. Yeah, Dad told me. She tried to say it politely but was pretty sure that’s not how it came out.

Her mother gave her a knowing smile. Well, it’s true. Hiding in plain sight, it was almost as good as becoming invisible. Sleep tight, Furixie. I’d be happy to talk with you about this more whenever you want. I love you.

Mmm. Oh, I love you too, Mom. Thanks for talking to me. You made me feel better. Her mother’s look of joy made her heart swell.

Oh, honey, I’m so glad. Goodnight. Her mother gave her one more squeeze with the long, warm ears before turning and hopping out of the room, ducking past the lowered threshold into the hall.

Night, she called after her mother. Her head was full of colliding thoughts. She still didn’t want to be heir, but Mom really did seem to get it, at least kind of. The scroll from her desk was inside Nym’s scroll, so if anyone unfurled it, they’d just see her boring history homework, and… she hopped to the back of the room. Thanks to her mom, she now had the perfect storage place for Nym’s Adventures. Ignoring the dusty nook, she pulled back Flop’s green sheet. When she didn’t see or hear anything at the entrance to her bedtunnel, she hopped in the middle of the straw bed and gently dug in the center, where the straw swirled together. Ever so carefully, she placed the important scroll in its new resting place, recovered the bed, and hopped to her desk.

Inhaling deeply, she smiled. Exhaling, she enjoyed the feeling as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off her chest. She looked at the various things sticking out from her desk and frowned. It really did need some improvement, and she didn’t want her mom to think she’d been lying. Just the thought of what a giant chore cleaning her desk would be made her yawn. It was past bedtime, after all.

She hopped onto her stool and pushed her nose into the desk, lifting the lid all the way. After a few moments of not doing anything but shuffling the contents around, she tried to close the lid, but it still wouldn’t shut all the way. Trying to shove everything down inside the desk better was no use. It needed a good cleaning, and she knew it. She yawned again. The real cleaning would have to wait for another day. Grabbing the writing set with quill and ink, she hopped down and placed it on the floor. Running through the inventory of the desk in her mind, she couldn’t think of anything else that might get broken or spill if it were smooshed. After a guilty glance around the room, she leapt on top of the desk, and as quietly as she could, jumped once, twice, three times on the tabletop until it shut all the way. She put the writing set on top of her desk, almost spilling it on herself in her tiredness. Embarrassed but determined to let it go for the night, she dragged herself