by Sven Grams
SVEN GRAMS
REFUGE CROSS:
BEAR COAST
Also By
SVEN GRAMS
Refuge Cross: The Exiles
Refuge Cross: Fire Starter
SVEN GRAMS
REFUGE CROSS:
BEAR COAST
Refuge Cross: Bear Coast
© Sven Grams 2012
Sven Grams asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
This eBook edition published 2012
DoctorZed Publishing
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eBook ISBN: 978-0-9873452-1-9
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and dialogues are creations of the author or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any individuals, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.
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This book is dedicated to my supporting wife and child. I thank them for their continued encouragement and in assisting me in pursuing this outlet of creativity.
CONTENTS
Refuge Cross: Bear Coast
Ch1 - Be careful what you ask for…
Ch2 - Back to reality
Ch3 - By the book
Ch4 - Good reasons for bad choices
Ch5 - Only a simple test
Ch6 - One step backwards, two steps...
Ch7 - Preparations for departure
Ch8 - Complex issues, complex ideas
Ch9 - Unexpected company
Ch10 - Trouble doesn’t wait its turn
Ch11 - The lost colony
Ch12 - World in conflict
Ch13 - Rearguard
Ch14 - Getting your feet wet
Ch15 - Homecoming
INTRODUCTION
After their adventures against the Exiles, Sara and Trex find themselves back in their separate daily routines once more. But life does not stand still... Sara is handed an unprecedented opportunity by Sage Filfia, while Trex finishes his exams and enters his first year of national service. Trex’s family must also face growing difficulty as his halfling cousin Zea gets more unfavorable attention from the more conservative elements of the Anthro Lion Empire. But a hastily organized mercy mission to the dangerous lands of the Bear Clans will see the two youngsters paths cross again. This one mission will not only have a deep impact on those involved, but set ideas in motion that will impact on whole societies.
- CHAPTER ONE -
Be careful what you ask for…
(The tale of Sara)
Sara gazed out of the open, glassless window of her classroom. A few brightly coloured leaves gently floated down from the large trees that surrounded the small, rural school-house compound. Leaning forward lazily with her elbow on the desk, Sara’s propped-up hand was all that was stopping her head from hitting the timber table she sat at. The brown-furred Anthro wolf was oblivious to the commotion of the rest of the class around her and completely inattentive towards her teacher.
Sara’s eyes scanned over the bright red and yellow autumn landscape outside. It was getting colder. Summer’s energy was almost spent for the year. But somehow, even the idea of being out in the cold was more inviting then her immediate surroundings. There were a lot of empty desks around Sara at the back of the class, only her friend Jameen sat relatively close by with her brother Jammet. The two twins acting almost like a bridge between the class and the lone Sara at the back.
The teacher gave a sharp command to bring the restless class to order.
Sara sat up automatically, turning her head forward with unseeing golden eyes as the teacher began to distribute reports. Sara’s brown pointy ears drooped to the side a bit, communicating her level of enthusiasm well.
The classroom itself was a very basic setup, the bare wooden floors and simple desks and chairs all faced a large chalk board behind the teacher’s desk. To one side was a single bookcase, were a few large older volumes sat solemnly, being pretty much the only decoration in the room.
In front of Sara on her desk were placed a slate tablet with accompanying chalk and a tattered scroll near a small inkpot with a well is used feather pen stuck into it.
Though there was enough paper on the Anthro world to provide a reasonable amount of affordable books, the supply of paper was still controlled by the printing guilds. This was particularly the case in the Wolf Kingdom, making unprinted paper a valuable commodity.
The uninspiring surroundings were of no interest to Sara, who was lost in her own thoughts. It seemed odd to Sara that after all that she had been through, the saving of Sage Filfia, the whole adventure with Trex only a few months ago, to be back to this… her normal, boring, life. Wasn’t something meant to have happened!? Wasn’t her life supposed to have taken a major turn? Sara had not honestly believed that she would be received as a hero or anything like that, but she had also not expected… nothing at all.
Sara had been surprised at how disappointed she had been when she had found out that the entire thing, the exiles, the attempt on Filfia’s life and the Mintury society conspiracy were to be all but completely covered up. In particular, her and Trex’s part in the matter was completely removed. Supposedly, the main reason for this had been for the protection of Sara’s and Trex’s families. Something that Sara had reluctantly come to agree with, if only because it meant that she would never have to divulge her trespass in the inner city of Refuge Cross. Sara grimaced a bit at the thought that she and Trex had been mostly kept in the dark. Seemingly left out in the cold by the same adults they had just saved!
In fact, Sara had not seen Trex since she had returned from the western wilderness. She had also not had a chance to talk to her recovered grandfather alone, something which had proven most frustrating.
The one thing that had developed as Sara had expected was the reaction of her mother. Sara was pretty much under house arrest and watched like a hawk most of the time. The only Anthros who she had been able to talk to about the adventure had been her two close friends and neighbours Jameen and Jammet… the female half of which was trying to get her attention with a low hiss.
“Psssssst!” hissed the sandy blond haired Jameen.
Sara blinked a few time as her eyes focused.
“I fear your efforts are wasted, Ms. Satlison,” said a gruff figure sarcastically to Jameen as she stood in front of Sara.
Sara focussed on the standing figure in front of her desk, recognising her plump teacher.
“Welcome back to the real world Miss Kelgorn,” said the teacher sharply, gazing disapprovingly with two squinting eyes over her wide snout.
The other students in the class sniggered in the background, obviously enjoying the idea of Sara getting into trouble.
Though not wearing official uniforms, the other students, like Sara, wore similar clothes, including blue blouses and shirts and knee length mauve shorts and skirts.
Sara frowned automatically, returning the stern gaze of her elder teacher challengingly.
“I am grateful that your ever increasing lack of attention is not contagious,” said the teacher. “Otherwise I would have to start worrying about the average grade of the class.”
The venomous, old, grey-furred female Anthro wolf dropped the last report in her hands onto Sara’s desk. She turned away sharply, her greying black-haired bushy tale flicking close by Sara’s desk as a sign of contempt.
Sara looked down at the cover page, instantly recognising th
e low mark, barely a pass. Sara’s eyes quickly focused, and her ears sprang to attention. Still not thinking clearly, Sara stood up as a reflex, causing her timber chair to tip over with a racket.
“You have got to be kidding me!” said Sara angrily.
The class immediately went silent, not that Sara challenging the teacher was anything unusual, more that it was always very heated.
“Is there a problem Miss. Kelgorn?” asked the older Anthro calmly, not turning around, her tail flicking back and forth a bit.
Disrespect was not normally tolerated in a typical Anthro classroom, either lion or wolf. A long, thin cane in the corner near the teacher’s desk was a testimony to that. Due to her frequent run-ins with the teacher, Sara had developed the talent of knowing ‘the line’ and prodding it mercilessly while just avoiding a socially justified punishment.
“This mark is ridiculous Mrs. Fintlick,” said Sara, snatching up the paper with one hand roughly. She was really testing the teacher’s patience today.
There was a pause before the teacher replied.
“No more ridiculous then the work itself.”
The tone in her voice indicating she was finding the challenge most disrespectful. Already the air in the room was becoming thicker with the growing conflict. The other students could feel it too.
Sara fumed, roughly opening the document to look at a couple of heavily marked pages.
“Do I have to ask for a review of your work again Mrs. Fintlick? Just so that I can get a fair grade?” threatened Sara openly.
It was no secret that Sara and her immediate family had long been disliked and discriminated against because of Sara’s aunt’s marriage to an Anthro lion. And this was not different in school itself. All in the class also knew that Mrs. Fintlick had had a stern review thanks to Sara’s Grandfather’s influence, though it was not something spoken about openly.
The temperature in the room seemed to fall by a few degrees.
Mrs. Fintlick turned slowly, open hostility being projected freely. Though her façade was ice cold, the effect was amplified by the conservative grey dress she wore.
“Go right ahead,” said Mrs. Fintlick chillingly. “Even your grandfather, the honourable Mr. Thorntreck, would not give that report a higher grade then what it is worth.”
Sara was momentarily caught off guard about being called out. Actually reading the comments in her report, Sara quickly had to admit to herself that her work had been below standard, and most likely only worth a little more then what she had received.
Mrs. Fintlick immediately detected the uncertainty in Sara’s voice, a cruel smile spreading across her tight lips.
“You’ll have to learn your place young lady,” said the teacher condescendingly. “If you paid more attention in class, you might learn it sooner.”
Sara stared at her teacher with conceit, matching the older woman’s level of intimidation.
Mrs. Fintlick simply ignored the challenge, knowing she had won.
Turning away, she added.
“To help you on your way, you can kindly volunteer to clean the classroom tonight.”
Sara picked up her toppled wooden chair and slumped back into it with a huff. Looking forward, she saw a few of her female classmates pointing and gossiping. Sara gave the leader of the group a rude gesture, which was immediately met with a scowl and more sniggering.
Sara ground her teeth, knowing she had just made even more trouble for herself, but at this point, she honestly didn’t care.
Nearby, they light brown furred Jammet gave his twin sister a concerned look, having seen the reaction of the girl Sara had insulted. Jameen too was also looking a bit worried.
The school day was over and Sara had quickly swept up the dirt from the bare wooden floor of the simple classroom. Considering how often she ended up ‘volunteering’, it was no wonder that she was so proficient at it.
Roughly returning the straw broom to its closet, Sara walked out into the small courtyard of the isolated rural school.
The school day was long over and Sara had pulled out her tucked-in blouse, letting it flutter in the breeze.
The school itself was a small compound made up of two large class buildings and a small house which served as a residence for the caretaker and a teacher. The construction of the buildings was simple but thorough. Cut logs and planks sat on top of a stone base, toped by a high angled roof to ward off the winter snow. Immediately surrounding the fenced-off compound was a mixture of fields and forest. There were no other buildings or Anthros close by.
Since her little adventure with Trex, Sara’s parents had felt it necessary to ‘escort’ her home from school each day, much to Sara’s annoyance. They were obviously running a little late today. Instead, Sara was greeted by the sight of the girl she had given an obscene gesture to in class. The unhappy looking girl was currently surrounded by three of her little posse, all of them rather rough looking girls, like their leader. They had obviously been waiting for Sara.
Looking around, Sara could see Jameen and Jammet in the distance with the horses over by the water troughs, both were looking a little worried. Sara’s horse Flint neighed in the distance as a greeting. There was no one else around as all the other students had long gone and Mrs. Fintlick had entered her house. She was unlikely to come out to assist in any case.
Sara huffed, seemingly accepting the situation. She walked towards the girls. A light autumn breeze blew a few colourful leaves across the dirt courtyard, the suns rays disappeared behind one of the many white fluffy clouds sailing overhead.
The leader, an ash brown furred girl with shorter light brown hair smiled menacingly, her nasty looking group standing either side of her. The tails of the four girls were flicking back and forth aggressively. They made no effort to hide their annoyance.
“You want to try your luck again Katya?” said Sara to the leader with a cocky smile, obviously unimpressed. Sara folded her arms across her chest, putting her weight on one foot to lean to the side a bit.
“I see you’ve convinced Lixt to join your little gang,” Sara continued.
Sara then specifically addressed Lixt.
“I thought you were smarter then that… obviously I gave you too much credit.”
Lixt frowned, sneering to indicate her displeasure.
“Shut it Sara,” said Katya. “You just keep making enemies for yourself don’t you.”
“I don’t remember doing anything to any of you…” replied Sara with a higher-then-thou tone. “Until you started picking on me that is.”
Katya smiled threateningly.
“As Mrs. Fintlick said, some Anthros just don’t know their place. We were just helping you to find yours.”
Sara flashed her teeth in annoyance, as far as she was concerned there was only one way to deal with bullies.
“I’ve taken three of you down before, one more shouldn’t be too much of a problem,” Sara said arrogantly.
Sara ears flattened and she went directly into a fighting stance, reading herself physically and mentally for a fight.
The four girls advanced, their combined hostility building quickly.
The four girls wore robust and simple clothes in regulation colour and style. They were obviously farmers children, and had no problem with getting down and dirty.
“Leave her alone!” came a determined shout from the side as Jammet came running across, also preparing to fight. He faltered as he got closer, however, as the combined intimidation of the four girls became more powerful, his formerly alert ears sagged and his tail dropped down low automatically.
Jameen was close behind her brother and looked less certain, able to better judge the strength of the four girls then her brother.
“Stay out of this Jammet,” said Lixt threateningly.
“Keep your brother in check,” said Katya towards Jameen, effectively ignoring the male wolf, “or we’ll have to teach the boy a lesson.”
Jameen’s hesitation was broken by the threat towards
her twin brother. She stood in front of her brother protectively, channelling her aggression and need to protect in preparation to fight.
Jammet was stunned at the hidden power of his physically smaller twin sister, having never been confronted directly with her turned-up projected emotions before.
Sara waved the two away, knowing that their involvement would only lead to more trouble for them later on.
Jameen hesitated for a moment as she assessed the situation. She reluctantly nodded before calming down a bit. Jammet was stunned when his sister grabbed him by the arm, dragging him backwards.
“What? Wait!” protested Jammet.
“I’ll be fine,” said Sara with a cocky grin.
“You won’t,” interjected Katya, “but at least you saved them from a beating.”
Without another word said, the four girls attacked.
Sara hadn’t actually fought again since her adventures with Trex all those months ago. Considering that she had been in combat fighting for her life against exiles with weapons, she was reasonably confident in her ability to take on four schoolgirls in a fistfight.
This misconception quickly showed itself, however, as the numbers quickly began to take their toll. Though Sara was blocking and moving well and her hostile projection was matching that of the four girls, she was taking a number of hits.
This was no untrained fight, involving the pulling of hair, slapping or grapping of tails. All adolescent Anthros received basic combat training, meaning even schoolyard brawls were more refined, and possibly more dangerous.
Sara landed a good kick to knock one girl down but was then pinned from behind. Sara struggled to break the hold but received a nasty blow to the side of the head.
Enraged, Sara raised her anger levels even higher to gain more strength. Unfortunately, this also led to her almost instantly losing control. With adrenalin taking over her system, she shouted with rage. The extra strength allowed her to break the hold and throw her former restrainer onto the ground. The other girls were momentarily stunned, their pointy furry ears falling to the side.