There comes a time in every military career, when you are to hang up your rifle for good. General Weaver stepped off the cart, after having a long ride home with his good friend Cadieous Quells. "
I'll be back in a moment Cadieous, my family wished to see me in private. Otherwise I'd gladly have you in." The young man just nodded as he leaned back in the cart not too thrilled with having to wait around letting out a small "
Eh.."
Theodore made his way to his family's lavish estate, statues of great lions adorned the stairs and were engraved into much of the marble work. The tapestry being of a dark blue holding the family's seal of a lion fighting a serpent. His dress shoes clicked against the hard floor beneath the long rug that ran through the main hall. As he entered the primary dining hall, he could see at the end of the long oak wood dining table, illuminated by gold candle holders and adorned with the finest of silver; was his father, twirling his mustache as usual. His mother a rather long and thin woman stood there next to her plump husband. "
You wished to see me in private father?"
Theodore's father sat up even straighter than he already was, "
Indeed my son, your.. career has seemed to end a bit.. Prematurely as compared to mine or your late grandfather's career, his father's career, his father father's career, and so forth. Your mother and I have arranged for something else, so that you may preserve the family legacy. You do remember Fontania don't you?"
Theodore's brow quirked as he responded, "
But ofcourse, our family's legacy orginated from there. It wasn't til you and mother established the estate here, that we left our old home to be no more than a vacation home." He stated as he caught out of the corner of his eye a stack of two bags to compliment the one he already had. His faithful ferret Wilhelm was sitting atop his traveling cage with his head tilted towards his master. "
So.. you're having me to move out there I take it? What will I be able to do to preserve our families legacy out there? Am I going to be a carpenter?" Theodore looked down and cast his bag he had with him to the side of Wilhelm's stack and pulled off his shirt. "
Then I will use these muscles to carve out the woods of the forest, til the land is covered in finely crafted barns that reflect the majesty of perfection. Sculpted with the hard work and blood of our families line!" He let out dramatically as bright pink sparkles surrounded him.
His father held up his hand, to stop his son's passionate words."
As enthusiastic and glorious as that sounds my son, you will simply be the humble mayor. Apparently the town is full of a younger crowd that will need our families guidance, and I was asked personally to have you go there. So go then my son, and preserve our families legacy in Fontania. For the glory of the Weaver line." the words carried power with them as his father stood upward, the bright pink sparkles around his eyes now as well as his mother's.
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I will not fail you mother and father! I will use the Weaver legacy and these pillars of perfection to sculpt that town into a grand city one day!" Theodore's words carried as he flexed his pecs at the words 'pillars of perfection'. Quickly General Weaver grabbed his shirt and cast it over his shoulder; grabbing Wilhelm, setting him up upon his shoulder and grabbing his bags up under his arms and carried them out to the cart.
Cadieous raised a brow as he saw his friend throw all of his bags up into the cart and leap back into his seat causing it to rock a little due to the weight. "
What's goin on?! I thought I was gonna meet your sister." The young man questioned as he then thought about it. "
What does she look like again?"
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Why she's as beautiful as I, myself." Theodore responded flexing his bicep.
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On second thought.. I don't want to meet her.." Responded Cadieous as he was about to ask 'Where to?'
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Now quickly Lieutenant, to the train station! Destiny awaits!" As his pink sparkles returned around his face and eyelashes. Cadieous sighed as he cracked the horses onward, it had been a long trip and all the excitement was gone. The General explained the situation with some... regret as they made their way to the train station.
Cadieous helped Theodore with getting his bags upon the train as Wilhelm sat upon the Generals shoulder still. "
I will miss you my dear friend.." Rivers of tears went down the General's cheeks as he hugged the Lieutenant almost squeezing the life out of him. "
Parting is such sweet sorrow." Cadieous squirmed a bit and coughed a few times before being set down upon the deck of the train station with a small smile.
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It'll be okay, maybe I'll come visit ya General."
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That would be wonderful Lieutenant, stay safe and watch your back." Was the final words the General said to his friend as he boarded the train as the whistle sounded with a nice long 'toooooooooot'..
Theodore held up his ticket as he went around looking for his seat. Once he found it, he sat down as the ticket master went around. "
Ticket sir?" he asked as the General handed him his ticket. "
Ah, Fontania. I hear their having a festival today. We should be there in time for you to enjoy the festivities." The ticket master stated as he handed him back the ticket.
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Well I would hope so, it would be rather tacky for the mayor to be late on his first day."
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Well good luck to you Mr. Mayor." The ticket master went on asking others for their tickets.
A woman with a little girl set their bags down and took a seat across from him. "
Good day to you sir." the woman stated as she tipped her hat to him.
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Well, good day to you madam, and to you too miss. Have you been a good girl and eating all your vegetables?" the General asked as he smiled to both of them, as Wilhelm gave a small wave with his little paw.
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Ah, mommy! It's so cute! Can I pet it!?" The little girl squealed as her mother seemed rather reluctant for her daughter to touch a strange animal.
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Why, do not worry madam. Wilhelm here has a legacy that trails that of the Weaver family for generations. His family has been bred with only the finest of ferrets. He's not only a companion, but as much an honorable gentleman as I." Instead of his past time's he didn't have the room to flip off his shirt, and just gave a small flex beneath his shirt, as Wilhelm imitated it. The little girl and her mother chuckled at the silly antics.
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Well, I suppose it will be alright Eloise." Her mother confirmed as she gave a small nervous smile. Wilhelm then jumped off of Theodore's shoulder, onto his lap and leaped over to her seat and sat down. The little girl gently petted Wilhelm as he made charming noises to her touch.
The General pulled out a pair of glasses and rested them upon his nose, as Wilhelm played games like tic tac toe, patty cake, and hangman with her. Though these tender moments came to an end as an eerie silence came over the train. A man dressed in a leather coat with a bandana came into the car and held up his bolt action rifle into the seat with the General and his company. "
Hand over all of your valuables, and nobody gets hurt!" he yelled as the woman and small girl screamed and clung to one another. The man's attention diverted and the rifle slightly lowered. Theodore stood up, as his large hand grabbed the barrel of the rifle and pointed it straight to the floor, as he slammed his fist full force into the train robber's face. The man hit the floor limp as the General pulled up the rifle and checked the chamber seeing it loaded. Leaning down he took the ammunition from the robber and found a revolver on his person. The general tucked it under his belt and kept the rifle ammunition in his shirt pocket.
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Madam, you and your daughter stay here and keep your head's down." Before the woman could get a full word out. "Do not worry, I'm ex-military madam. General Theodore Timble Weaver, of the Weaver family line. Wilhelm, keep the women safe." The General ordered as his ferret gave a small salute and dove into one of the bags retrieving a small enough military hat and adjusted it. Wilhelm scruffed up his fur and growled slightly looking left and right with his eyes narrowed.
Theodore went up to the door to the next car as he held the rifle vertical and gave a look through the window, seeing two more holding up the car. The general flung the door open and took aim. He shot the hand of the furthest one and threw the rifle at the closest one. The furthest robber dropped his rifle clenching his hand as his friend looked to the doorway only to see the butt of a rifle hit him in the face, and a shot go off into the roof. Theodore rushed in and knocked down the robber who was clenching his hand out cold, just like the other. The people were panicked as they looked to the general's intimidating size. Theodore took up the rifle and reloaded it, as the other one laid there rolling about slowly as his vision and thought was distorted. The General gave him another tap with the rifle's butt to ensure he was knocked out.
Foot steps rang over the top of the train as they were making their way forward. Theodore waited til they were to the next car and went to the upper hatch, and turned the crank and popped it open quickly. He put one foot on the ladder and brought himself up and took aim. Picking off the first one to turn around. He ducked down as two shots went his way, and he reloaded the single shot chamber. Theodore popped up again and let off another shot, as the other robber cast aside his rifle and pulled out his revolver, and went to the hatch. He leaned down trying to get a glance at him, and pointed his gun into the hole to let off a few shots. The General grabbed his revolver over the hammer so he couldn't fire any shots, and dragged him down. Theodore then popped him in the face to ensure no retaliation and took the revolver from him and unloaded it. Theodore then chucked it up and out of the hatch before closing it back down.
Taking the rifle back up into hand, he reloaded the chamber and made his way to the trains engine. Going through each door and listening for footsteps or anything out of the ordinary, he made his way to the engine with no resistance. Theodore soon came upon the engineer who was being told to stop the train. He leaped down from the coal cart and used the stock of the rifle to knock the assailant's rifle down and over the tracks. He pushed the rifle into the robbers chest and as the bandana fell from his face. He looked to be a lot younger than what he was. The General froze as his past caught up to him..
The General could remember when he was given the order to shoot all civilians. They all went in, and he could remember the screams as he busted into a home and a little boy and his mother backed away from their small dinner on an old beaten table. They clung to one another as he held his rifle. "
What are you waiting for Weaver, take the damn shot!" His superior officer ordered.
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I.. I can't, it's just a woman and a child. This is barbaric." Weaver stated firmly, before having the rifle ripped from his hands, and watching his superior shoot the child first as the mother clung to the dead body of her son. "
No! I can't let you do this!" The young Theodore demanded as he got the butt of a rifle to his groin and his superior reloaded and shot down the woman.
As The General stood there frozen with regret, the robber reached back for his revolver, but received a coal shovel to the side of the head instead. "
Phew, that was close. Umm.. you can put that gun down now.." The engineer stated putting a hand on the Generals arm to lower the rifle off to the side.
Theodore snapped out of it. "
Oh yes... sorry. I.. I.. I think I'm going to go back to my seat now." stated the General as he made his way back to his car. The people all through out the train cheered, as the General looked to them all. He knew the only thing that would cheer him up quell this uprising of cheers. Theodore cast his shirt off of his body, and flexed his muscles. "Indeed, you have all been saved by the Weaver families legacy, these techniques passed down through generations. Such sculpted perfection could not be defeated so easily!" He cheered to them as his bright pink sparkles dazzled around him. A camera flash came from the front as a man from the press was gonna get a raise for this. Or so he hoped, sadly he hadn't had so much luck, just getting bum stories about old widows making jam and such. Though an ex military General saving a train from robbers... this was gonna get front page, and he was gonna move up in his office.
Theodore reached his seat and had already put his shirt back on, and it wasn't too much longer til the train reached his destination with his book over his face as he was taking a nap. The woman pushed his arm lightly. "
Mr. Weaver, I believe we're at your stop." The General woke up immediately and grabbed his bags and gave a small nod, and waved as everyone was cheering him off to his new life. As he stepped off the train and got his bags set up he waved to them all and called out.
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You all be sure to visit my little Hamlet and you young ones eat your vegitables and mind your elders." The train went on it's way as he took his bags up under his arms as Wilhelm sat upon his shoulder, still wearing the lil military hat. "
Well.. let's see what destiny has in store for us, Windhelm." The ferret let out a few sniffs into the General's ear as they made the long trek to town.
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