Knights Against the Night Part 13

Beano was an old mouse, well loved in the short time he had spent with his kid, and still loved despite everything he had done.

He didn't deserve a friend like Mars, but he wasn't going to try to force him away.

At least not today, tomorrow might be a different matter.

He had almost been lost down in the dark. Seeking revenge, nothing else had mattered.

Mars had dragged him out, furs singed from the fire and showing the wounds of their last quest.

Getting to the workshop hadn't been easy, but shaking off the last of the Darkness was proving to be a herculean task.

Beano smiled as he remembered the young bear he had spoken to, there had been fire there. A kindred soul. Beano could tell, that bear had been to solemn not to know what the dark held, he must have lost someone.

"What are you smiling at?" Mars asked, nudging the smaller mouse.

Beano's smile faltered, as it often did when he saw Mars' war wounds. "I was thinking about that kid."

Mars' eyes shuttered, "You shouldn't have done that." His body language closing Beano out.

"I thought he looked... interesting." Beano's eyes gleamed.

Mars reached  over, grasping Beano's paw. "Please Beano. Trust me?"

Beano frowned, "I don't see what I did wrong. He wanted to know."

Mars let him go, sighing. "He's just a cub Beano, you shouldn't be encouraging him."

Beano froze, sudden black rage rolling up in him. "They would send these younglings out into the World with no idea what they fight against. no idea what it can do to them, no idea of the dangers they court! Who decided that? Who thought it was a good idea?"

Mars flinched away from him, and Beano paused, trying to gain control of his anger. "Why did they send us out there?"

Mars closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I don't know little buddy, I don't know."