The Great Migration: Part Four
"Don't worry buddy," Arkatha said as he hoisted Borver onto
his back, which was quite a challenge considering Borver's size, "we're getting
out of here."
Arkatha then began his painstaking journey up
the steep face of the canyon. It was difficult, for Borver's weight continuously
pulled him down, and he occasionally slipped. "It's nothing much, really," Arkatha
panted, "just a little climb, that's all, like the hill back at home." But Arkatha
knew that the hill which he had loved to climb back at home was no where's near
as large as the face of the canyon.
Despite all the set backs, Arkatha finally crawled
out of the canyon. He lay down for his moment to catch his breath, but then
got back up again and stumbled out of the cave. Arkatha did not know it, but
he was suffering from delusion from being so exhausted. It made him confused
and unaware of what he was doing.
Outside, the snow was still blowing hard, and
the temperature had dropped since the time that Arkatha and Borver had first
entered the cave. It was so cold, that no one in their right mind would dare
wonder outside, but Arkatha, his mind not being in the right place at that moment,
didn't seem to notice.
And so he kept walking, and walking, and walking
until his legs finally gave out and he collapsed the ground.
Borver was the first to wake up. In the beginning,
he thought he was still in the ice cave with the Snowager, and he immediately
stood up and started growling; thinking that the Snowager was still around,
ready to devour him whole. But after awhile, he realized that he wasn't in the
ice caves at all, instead, he was in a small, cozy den. Borver turned in saw
a Lupe standing in the corner of the den, gazing down at something worriedly.
"Arkatha," Borver peeped, "is that you?" But
this Lupe wasn't Arkatha, this Lupe was a faerie Lupe.
Before Borver had a chance to say anything,
the faerie Lupe turned to him.
"I think your friend will be all right. I found
him lying in the snow thing morning, with you on his back. He was conscience
at first and told me to take you to shelter, but when I came back for him, he
was out cold." Borver looked at saw that at the faerie Lupe's feet was Arkatha,
his body was stiff and did not move. The faerie Lupe whimpered and licked his
face. A few seconds later, Arkatha's eyes fluttered open. As soon as he saw
the faerie Lupe, he jumped up.
Borver shifted his gaze from one Lupe to the
other. He then turned to Arkatha. "You know her? But how…?"
"Let's just say she's an old friend of mine,"
"When you ran off that day," Elainor explained,
"I followed your tracks and wound up here. By the way, who's your friend?"
"Elainor, this is Borver. He got separated from
his family during the migration when he was little, so I'm helping him rejoin
his colony again. So far, so bad I guess you can say."
"Speaking of Bori migrations, I think one of
the colonies got separated during the storm. Just before Borver here woke up,
I saw several Bori passing by awhile ago; they seemed to be headed for the Northern
region of Terror Mountain," Elainor said in a worried voice, "and unless they
change their direction soon, their going to find themselves right in the middle
of snow beast territory!"
Arkatha looked dumbstruck, "how did you…?"
"Let's just say you're not the only one who
reads those old encyclopedias."
"Wait a minute," Borver suddenly cut in, "Elainor,
what colors were the Bori in the colony?"
"Let me think," Elainor murmured, scratching
her chin, "I remember there was a Christmas one, a starry one, a yellow one,
a blue one, a brown, a green one and a white one."
Borver gasped, "I think the white one is my
Arkatha turned to Borver. "What do you are you
saying we should do?"
"I say we follow that colony and kick some snow
beast behind!" Borver growled.
"Not possible," Elainor informed him, "snow
beasts have been known to travel in groups with anywhere from ten to one-hundred
snow beasts. They would easily overpower us."
Borver sat and thought for a moment. "Hey Elainor,"
he asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a map of Terror Mountain, would you?"
Elainor smiled and handed him a scroll, "I never
leave home without one."
Borver unraveled the scroll and took a good
look at it. "Arkatha, Elainor, do you think that you two could calculate where
the Bori colony would be by tomorrow afternoon?"
Arkatha and Elainor looked up at each other.
"We should Arkatha."
"Well, it's worth a try anyways," Arkatha agreed,
and with that, the two got to work.
A few minutes later, Elainor produced a piece
of charcoal and marked a spot on the map where the Bori colony would be the
"Well," Borver said as he looked at the map
once more before carefully putting it away, "I think if we move fast, we should
be able to catch up to the colony by tomorrow afternoon, and even if we do run
into a group of snow beasts, I know how we can overcome them."
"If you're so sure Borver, then I guess we have
nothing to loose, come on, we better get a head start," Arkatha said as he sprang
to his feet and headed outside of the den, followed by Elainor and Borver.
The sky was still gray, and it was even colder
out than before cold out, but it had stopped snowing. Cold or not though, nothing
would stop Borver, for he was on a mission; a mission to save his colony.
Mysson looked nervously up at the sky. Her and
her colony had been wondering for days with no sign of the other Bori. "Takeinia,"
she breathed, "I think we're lost."
Takeinia cocked her head, "I could have told
you that a long time ago my friend, but we must stay together, and we must keep
Mysson turned away and watched Vistro, a starry
Bori, the youngest in the colony. He was looking down at his feet, his eyes
were wide. Takeinia turned and looked to. "What is it Vistro?" Takeinia asked
as she trotted up to Vistro. He didn't answer her, instead, he pointed to the
ground. Takeinia looked a saw a huge paw print on the ground. She knew it belonged
to a snow beast, but she didn't want to frighten the young Bori, so she lied.
"It's probably just an indent in the snow made from someone walking on snowshoes
or something it's probably nothing much to worry about." But Takeinia knew it
was something to worry about. The colony had accidentally wondered into snow
"Hey Takeinia," Mysson suddenly spoke up, "who
are they?" Takeinia looked up and saw three figures in the distance, a blue
Lupe, a faerie Lupe and a red Bori.
Borver shielded his eyes from the blazing sun
light and looked straight ahead. He saw several Bori, off in the distance, staring
at him. After traveling for nearly two days, Borver, Arkatha and Elainor had
finally caught up with the lost colony.
"They're about a few yards away Borver," Elainor
cooed, "Go, run like the wind, rejoin your colony!" Borver took a deep breath.
This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life: To finally rejoin
his family. With a great burst of speed, Borver charged forward. Arkatha and
Elainor tried to keep up with their friend, but fell farther and farther back.
As Borver came close enough to the Bori, he
cried out, "I have come back, back from the dead!" He then took one great leap,
intent to happily land in front of his mother and give her a hug, but he missed
by a few inches and plowed a green Bori named Mysson to the ground. It really
didn't matter to Borver though. He bent down and sniffed licked her face. He
felt a set of sharp claws dig into his skin and in a flash; Borver was from
Mysson's back. Mysson got up and brushed herself off in disgust.
"Who do you think you are?!"
Apparently, not everyone seemed to remember
the long lost Bori. At that very moment, Arkatha and Elainor came trotting up,
panting with exhaustion. "Lupes!" Mysson cried and she buried her head in the
"Don't worry they're my friends," Borver coaxed,
"they wouldn't hurt a fly."
Mysson narrowed her eyes. "Just who are you
anyways?" Borver opened his mouth to answer, but his jaw just hung loosely open.
All the while, the quite white Bori, Borver's mother, Takeinia had been watching.
She had noticed that this mysterious red Bori who had just showed up out of
nowhere seemed awfully familiar to her.
Arkatha trotted up to Borver, whose jaw still
hung open. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Sn..sn..snow…snow be..bea…st…" Borver stammered.
Arkatha cocked his head, "Snow what?" Suddenly
Arkatha felt someone breathing on his shoulder. "Elainor," he murmured, "please
tell me that's you."
Elainor didn't answer. Her eyes were wide and
seemed to be looking right through Arkatha. "Um, Lupe," a small voice that belonged
to Candice, the blue Bori, suddenly peeped up, "you might want to turn around."
Arkatha slowly turned around; his heart stopped.
There, behind him was a big, white, hairy snow beast.
To be continued...