Here we are, at the end of an adventure I never expected to take (those are always the best kind, aren’t they?). Chip’s story completely surprised me, but I’m so thankful I got to be the one to tell it. If you have ever felt alone, unseen, or unheard, I hope this story is a friend to you and that it will remind you that you have a Father in Heaven Who is absolutely captivated by each and every one of your prayers.
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It seemed to Chip that he had been adventuring through Almea for an age, for so much had happened on their search for Abaline. A part of him expected the journey back to feel just as long, yet, before Chip knew it, they were facing the river that the young fox, Wilfred, had helped them cross.
With Beauregardâs help, Chip crossed first this time. He waited with no small amount of sadness as Alfeus and Beauregard bickered their way across the river, for he knew that his time with these wonderful friends was coming to an end.
Chip could not fathom being apart from them, but this was their home, and, no matter how much he loved Almea, Chipâs home lay somewhere beyond the hollow of a tree inhabited by a certain persevering owl.
Alfeus and Beauregard were halfway to the shore now, and in the time remaining to Chip, his thoughts drifted to Nesbit, to stories told by candlelight and the comforting rumble of Romulusâ voice.
But, perhaps most of all, Chip thought of the warmth of his own burrow and the pleasure in sharing a meal with Mama and Papa.
This was what he missed most of all, and as his friends reached him at last, Chip found himself with more of a longing for home, though leaving Alfeus and Beauregard would still be bittersweet.
At that instant, a somewhat bedraggled chipmunk marched straight past him, clearly determined to distance himself from a certain beaver.
âGive me Wilfred any day!â Alfeus hurrumphed as he carried on, entirely unconcerned with whether his companions were following or not.
âYou know, Chip,â Beauregard said as they watched their disgruntled friend, âIâd pray for him to be less cantankerous, but I do believe that, if he were, heâd be just a little less Alfeus, if you know what I mean.â
âYes, Beauregard, I know exactly what you mean,â Chip answered as they trailed after their friend.
âHeâs got spunk, our Alfeus,â Beauregard said with a fond chuckle.
âAnd we love him more for it,â Chip replied.
âAye, that we do.â After a moment, the beaver continued, âHeâll miss you, you know.â
Chip looked over at Beauregard, surprised, but warmed, by his words. âDo you really think so?â
âOh, yes. In fact, I suspect your leaving is whatâs making him especially persnickety today.â
Chip had no time to answer, for, at just that moment, a joyous yip met their ears, and a flash of brilliant copper raced towards them.
âWilfred!â Chip cried.
âChip! Alfeus! Youâre back!â the young fox breathlessly answered as he reached them.
Then, looking quizzically at the beaver, he asked, âBeauregard? How did you get mixed up in all this?â
âExamine any dangerous endeavor, Wilfred,â Alfeus cut in, âand you are certain to find Beauregardâs paw prints all over it.â
Beauregardâs chest puffed up. âI take that as the highest of compliments, Alfeus, and thank you.â
A low grumble was Alfeusâ only reply.
Turning to Chip, Wilfred asked, âAre you heading for The Entrance?â
Chip frowned. âDo you mean the tree?â
Wilfred nodded. âCome on! Iâll keep you company, at least part of the way.â
They were just beginning to carry on when, suddenly, Wilfred stopped, staring at Chip. âChip, whereâs your satchel?â
Dread swelled inside our young rabbit friend.
Leahâs satchel.
Quickly, his mind raced through all their adventures and travels, but, for all he tried, Chip could not remember the last time heâd had it. âI donât know,â he cried, greatly distressed. âRomulus and Leah will be so angry with me for losing it!â
âNow, Chip,â Beauregard interjected, âyouâve been through harrowing adventures in your time here, and theyâll understand, Leah especially. And itâll all come right in the end. Someoneâs bound to find it.â
And, indeed, someone had.
But never mind about that for now.
For a moment, Chip desperately wanted to argue, to insist that they must go in search of the satchel so that he might return it.
But then, he thought of the gift heâd been given â one that was beginning to make a bit more sense â and of Abalineâs warning.
Be careful what you do with this gift.
He couldnât go back.
It wasnât the right time.
And Chip found himself content to wait until it was.
With that decided, the company continued on, talking animatedly the entire time about their adventures and what theyâd discovered at the end of them. Chip was only too happy to answer Wilfredâs questions about Abaline and was truly pleased when the young fox immediately understood what made their discovery the truest kind of treasure.
Day was only just beginning to settle into dusk when they came upon a rather familiar hazelnut tree.
âHome!â Alfeus cried. âHome, and my beloved hazelnuts! Or, rather, whatâs left of them,â he concluded with a pointed stare in Beauregardâs direction.
But the beaver was unruffled by his friendâs thinly-veiled accusation, and he only said, âI wouldnât be too quick to fuss about those hazelnuts or my young rabbit friends.â He then gestured off to the left where the most enormous leaf Chip had ever seen was being dragged by four familiar bunnies.
Roger, Roderick, Eloise, and Fred stopped just in front of the flabbergasted chipmunk, who, for once, had nothing to say. Lying in front of him was a positively monstrous pile of beautiful, fresh hazelnuts, the likes of which heâd only dreamed about.
Tentatively, he reached out and took one, bringing it close and inhaling deeply, as if to assure himself they were real.
Once satisfied, he turned to face the four rabbits and finally managed to splutter, âTh-thank you. Thank you! This will see me through three winters, at least! Probably more! I can hardly believe⌠however did you manage it?â he asked.
But the rabbits only laughed mischievously amongst themselves. âWeâll tell you about it some time,â one of them promised, and then they were off, giggling and chasing each other through the forest.
Alfeus was still staring at the hazelnuts when Chip quietly said, âWell, I best be going, everyone.â
A bit of the joy left Alfeus, but he handled it admirably. âI shall accompany you every step of the way, my friend. Though I will have to hide my hazelnuts first.â
âNever you mind about that, Alfeus,â Beauregard said. âI will guard them until you return.â
Alfeus beamed, then looked to Wilfred, who said, a bit reluctantly, âI canât. My dad will expect me home before it gets much darker.â
âThatâs all right, Wilfred. I understand,â Chip replied, though he was disappointed that he must say goodbye to two friends already.
Wilfred came forward, nudging Chip affectionately. âYouâll come back, though, wonât you?â
Chip smiled. âI hope so.â
âMaybe Iâll join you for your next adventure,â Wilfred said with a fierce grin, and then he was gone, bounding away like a flash of fire in the starlight.
Chip wasted not a moment before hopping towards the beaver, who placed a comforting paw on Chipâs shoulder. âOh, Chip,â Beauregard said with a sigh. âAlmea is going to be a less adventurous place without you in it. Still, we never know when an opportunity to return might present itself. And you know just where to find me.â
Chip huddled close a moment more before returning to Alfeusâ side. âThank you for everything, Beauregard. We might never have found Abaline if not for you.â
âOh, donât mention it, Chip. Accompanying you and Alfy was my joy.â
With goodbyes exchanged, Chip and Alfeus began the final stretch of their journey.
Chip only looked back once and Beauregard, with a final wave, called, âSafe travels, my friend!â
Starlight was the only light to speak of as they made their way to the tree where Chipâs adventures in Almea had begun.
Neither could bring themselves to speak, but Chip was content to soak in these last minutes with Alfeus in silence.
Still, the time together proved to be all too short.
They stood at the foot of the tree, both unsure what to say.
At last, Alfeus said, âOh, come here,â and the two friends embraced, finding some measure of relief that their sadness at parting ways was shared.
After a moment, they stepped apart. âOf all the friends I made in Almea, Alfeus, Iâm thankful you were the first.â
An embarrassed, âOh,â was all Alfeus could muster, though he was clearly pleased by Chipâs thoughtful words.
But before either could say anything more, a great whoosh of air sounded above them. A moment later, Nesbit landed in the grass beside Alfeus and Chip, who was overjoyed to see his old friend.
âWell, young Chip,â Nesbit said, âhave you persevered?â
Chip laughed fondly. âYes, Nesbit, I have.â
âVery good. Time to be going then?â
Chip didnât answer, instead looking at Alfeus.
âWeâll see each other soon, my friend. Itâs time for you to go home,â the chipmunk said gently.
Chip nodded, tears filling his eyes. âGoodbye, Alfeus.â
âGoodbye for now, Chip.â
And then, quick as a blink, our young rabbit friend was swept up as Nesbit flew up amongst the branches, through the treeâs hollow, and back to Everleaf Forest.
For a moment, Chip could not believe he was home, yet all the familiar sights and sounds, not to mention the wonderful scent of clover, reassured him that he was.
With Nesbit already asleep, Chip had the clearing to himself, and he stayed there in the quiet for a while, soaking in all heâd learned.
For ages, heâd wondered if his prayers mattered and if they were heard.
In the end, heâd found even better.
His tears were the diamonds of Heaven, his prayers carefully preserved.
He was reassured now that, like perfume carefully bottled, like rose leaves lovingly pressed between the pages of a favorite book, were his prayers to the Father.
His purpose â and ours â is to go and tell those who are still longing to know.
When he had set out, he had never expected to find truth so glorious or peace so sound.
Chip looked up at the sky, smiling once and giving thanks before turning for home.
His father, Joshua Raddish, met him at the door.
âPapa, I ââ Chip began, but his father held up a paw.
âNesbit and Romulus already fessed up.â
âIâm sorry, Papa,â Chip said.
âYou could have told me.â
âYou might have stopped me.â
Joshua looked at his son kindly. âI might have gone with you.â
Something, Chip supposed, to keep in mind for next time.
The End
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I hope you enjoyed the journey just as much as I did. And, remember, you can revisit past installments of Chip any time!
Next week, Author Spotlight Month begins on 21:25 Books! I’ll be featuring H.A. Pruitt’s novel, Anelthalien, along with a special author interview at the end of the week. You won’t want to miss it!
Welcome to the second to last installment of Chip’s adventures! This was one of my favorite installments to write! I hope you enjoy it.
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Abaline.
Chip gazed up at the curiously enchanting structure in the oak tree rising above them, finding himself unexpectedly reluctant to move forward now that they had finally arrived. He had been anticipating this moment for so long, and Chip wondered if what came of it would be all he had hoped for.
He longed for a purpose, but what if he didnât have one?
He craved reassurance that his prayers were heard, but he feared discovering that just the opposite was true.
Perhaps, it was better to leave these stones unturned. After all, if he did, he never need fear disappointment.
He almost turned back.
But then, a sudden breeze blew past him, and Chip found that it was shaking loose all his fearful thoughts, casting them to the ground like so many fallen leaves.
The clearing around them was all deep green and golden splendor, but nothing compared to the oak tree itself. Light shimmered through the bark and across the sprawling branches and trees, as if gold filigree ran through root and limb.
Full of wonder, Chip ventured forward. Though he knew that he was already in a land that was utterly different from his home, this place felt like a world all its own.
Oh, let this be the place where I come closer to You.
The words came unbidden, seemingly of their own accord, yet Chip knew at once that they expressed the truest longing of his heart.
Come closer to me.
As the prayer left him, a golden light, high above in the wooden dwelling that nestled in the oak, caught Chipâs eye.
âI think weâre meant to go there,â Chip said softly.
âI do believe youâre right, Chip,â Alfeus replied.
Chip looked over at the chipmunk and was surprised to find that tears were filling his eyes. But, of course, Alfeus had always longed to see Abaline face to face and had long regretted missing the opportunity to do so with Leah. This moment meant just as much to Alfeus as it did to Chip.
All three together now, they moved forward, noticing for the first time the ladder that led up to Abalineâs home. Instantly, Chip was dismayed. He could never climb such a thing, and Abaline felt suddenly and horribly out of reach.
But then, âOver here, young Chip! Donât despair.â
It was Beauregard, who had wandered over to the right and discovered a contraption altogether more unusual than the ladder. Alfeus looked on from his perch on the ladder, waiting with admirable patience for his friends to follow.
Chip hopped closer to the beaver, who might have looked the slightest bit pleased with himself for solving Chipâs dilemma. Nestled in the plush grass was a wooden bucket. Looped through its handle and disappearing into the treeâs branches was a thick rope, which Beauregard had already taken hold of.
âHop in, my friend,â Beauregard said.
Chip did so, but then hurriedly called for the beaver to wait. âWhat about you, Beauregard?â
âDonât trouble yourself about me, Chip.â
âBut then you wonât meet Abaline!â
Beauregard leaned close. âWhoâs to say I havenât already,â he whispered, and then, with a smile and a wink, he took the rope in his mouth and hauled Chip up to the platform.
The height might have troubled Chip if he hadnât been so captivated by the glimmering dragonflies and fireflies that swirled all about him, as if they were celebrating along with him that he had reached Abaline at last. Chip had never seen their like. They were the most radiant blues and greens heâd ever seen, and a trailing golden dust fell away beneath their twirling path.
But what waited above was more glorious still.
A sheltering canopy of leaves trailed down, filtering the light of the golden sun and leaving Chip with the sensation of having entered a hidden world.
Tangles of branches and cascading foliage left the structure Chip had seen from far below partially hidden, so that it was difficult to know where the oak ended and Abalineâs home began.
Chip hopped out of the bucket onto a sturdy wooden platform. Alfeus was standing at the open door, and Chip joined him. The chipmunk didnât seem to register his friendâs arrival (or Beauregardâs absence), so fixed was his attention on the entrance and all that might wait within.
They looked at the entryway a moment more before Chip asked, âShall we go in?â
The chipmunk nodded, took Chipâs paw in his own, and together, they entered.
There were many rooms within â many more than ought to have fit in a house so small â but they both instinctively knew where they were meant to go. It was a room at the heart of the house, and both Chip and Alfeus understood that inside, all the questions stirred up over the course of their journey would be answered and come to rest.
As they passed beneath the doorway, the pair were drawn in different directions. Alfeus wandered off to the left-hand side of the spacious room, while Chipâs attention was immediately arrested by the tawny owl observing him from her perch directly in front of him.
He knew her for who she was without giving it a momentâs thought.
Abaline.
But she was unlike any tawny owl Chip had ever seen.
She was unassuming in size, though she managed to be imposing nevertheless.
She gazed back at Chip with the most astonishing amber eyes he had ever seen, and he found himself dumbstruck in her presence.
âHello, Chip.â She spoke, and her voice was smooth and kind.
Her feathers ruffled and flared as she left her perch behind, and Chip gasped as the light caught them. They were beautiful to begin with, with their amber and cream hues, but when the sunlight shimmered across them, their edges glinted brilliantly, as if someone had delicately edged them with gold.
Abaline rested before Chip, and, at last, words returned to him. âYou know my name? Did you know I was coming?â
âI am forewarned of all who seek to find me, so that I might know whether to safeguard their coming or defend against it.â
Chipâs brow furrowed. âWhy would you need to defend against someone finding you?â
âMany seek to destroy what I guard.â
This didnât quite make sense to Chip, but he plowed ahead all the same and asked the questions he had stored up inside. âPlease, Iâve come such a long way to find you, Abaline. Will you tell me what my purpose is? And if my prayers matter at all?â
She looked at him kindly. âChip, the answers youâre looking for will never be found in me.â
âBut that doesnât make sense!â Chip cried, instantly distraught that his journey had been for nothing. âEveryoneâs told me to come looking for you, and I have, and you just have to tell me what Iâve been wanting to know. You just haveâŚâ
But Chip trailed off and desperation brought his head low as he softly cried, âPlease, help me.â
âChip,â Alfeus shouted, fairly jumping up and down at the other end of the room. âChip, come quickly now!â
Our young rabbit looked first to Abaline, who nodded her encouragement. âGo and see.â
And he did.
Standing before Alfeus was a low, wooden table, and on it, rested the most magnificent book Chip would ever have the pleasure of seeing.
The pages were filled with golden lettering, and the words were startlingly familiar, for they were his own. As both he and Alfeus watched, a rose petal fell â from no place, in particular â and came to rest on the open book.
Just as petal brushed paper, Chipâs plea, Please, help me, appeared in brilliant gold filigree on pages that seemed ancient and new at the same time.
And Chip knew, in the sudden way that understanding sometimes comes, that, at the same instant, a diamond had fallen in the underground, only to become the most pleasing aroma rising through the air.
Tears of joy flooded Chipâs eyes as he turned around. The room was full of Light, all rose-gold splendor and joy â and Abaline stood in the midst of its radiance, waiting.
âWhat is this?â Chip asked, and she knew what he meant.
Her brilliant eyes met his. âIt is His book of remembrance.â
He looked back at the book one last time, closed his eyes, and whispered, âThank You.â
A pair of rose leaves fell as the two friends turned away, for Alfeusâ prayer had echoed Chipâs own.
Abaline led them to the entry of her home, and they followed silently, still in awe of what theyâd been given to see.
At the threshold, both Chip and Alfeus turned back to Abaline.
âVery few are given the chance to see this with their own eyes,â she said. âBe careful what you do with this gift.â
Both nodded, though they did not yet understand, and then Abaline was gone, returned to the inner room, where a truth worth treasuring lay.
Saying nothing, for silence seemed important just now, Alfeus returned down the ladder and Chip to the bucket. Before he knew it or could quite comprehend all heâd seen, Beauregard was lowering the bucket, and Chip was twirling down through golden light, back to Beauregard, the land of Almea, and home.
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Only one installment to go, friends! I can’t wait to share the conclusion of Chip’s adventure with you all.
Welcome to the eleventh installment of Chip and the Book of Rose Leaves. Chip’s journey through the land of Almea is almost at and end. I hope that, just as Chip does, you enjoy every moment you spend there.
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He heard the sound of intent muttering and the echo of clinking glass just as he entered the unusual room, but it was the smell that had captivated Chip long before he found it. Never before had he encountered such a pleasing aroma, and he followed it eagerly to its source.
Briefly, Chip wondered if the smell might be like the false scent in the first cavern, which had nearly sent him and Alfeus down an even more dangerous path.
But no. That smell, while pleasant on the surface, had warned of rot beneath. What Chip was joyfully breathing in now was so purely fragrant that he instinctively trusted it would not lead him astray.
He had never supposed, however, that it would bring him to a sight unlike any he had ever seen. If Romulus hadnât shared so much of the human world with him, Chip would not have had the words for what he was seeing.
An enormous funnel filled the far end of the room, and Chip watched in fascination as diamonds tumbled into it. Strangely, there was no clattering sound of jewel against metal. Chip would have found that odd if heâd had the time, but before he could blink, a fragrant dust poured out from the funnel, swirling into glittering clouds even as it began to shimmer and become liquid, before falling into a large glass bottle.
Just as it reached the bottleâs brim, the smell in the room â already incredible â became something even more wonderful, all fresh-blooming flowers and the warmth of rich spice.
Chip didnât think he would ever be able to properly describe it, yet knew, in the same instant, that he would never forget it.
It was then that he noticed the other myriad bottles, of all shapes and sizes, covering the cavern floor. Some were empty, others full to the brim, but all reflected the brilliant light of the wonderful perfume they each contained, which seemed to produce a light of its own.
Chip leaned close to the nearest bottle, the curiosity of the liquid inside impossible to ignore. As he watched, the soft swirls of diamond dust rose and fell in the bottle, catching the light and reflecting it back to Chipâs wondering eyes.
After a few moments more of looking into the bottle, Chip turned away, hoping to learn something more by exploring the rest of the room.
He made his way through the many bottles, more than he could ever hope to count. Save for the soft splash of the mysterious perfume falling from the funnel, silence reigned in the room.
It was, of course, just as Chip thought to himself that the silence shouldnât be disturbed that he bumped into the nearest bottle, sending a mighty clamor echoing through the cavern.
He froze, so still youâd have thought him a statue, and waited for someone â or something â to respond to the ruckus heâd caused.
Nothing happened.
Not even a whisper of movement reached Chipâs ears.
Nevertheless, he stayed where he was for what felt like the longest minutes of his life.
At last, when it seemed safe to assume that no one was coming, Chip began to weave his way through the maze of bottles once more. He travelled only a short distance before he came across a feather. It lay before him, plain for him to see, yet Chip could not fathom it.
What was a feather doing underground, he wondered.
Another one lay not far off, and Chip hopped towards it with great purpose, determined to solve at least one of the mysteries facing him today.
But the trail seemed to end at the second feather, which was in front of a very large bottle. Chip looked about from where he stood, but could catch no sight of a third.
Disappointed, he sighed, turned his attention to the bottleâs contents, and was horrified to find one enormous eye staring back at him.
With a great shout, Chip scrambled back, falling into a group of empty bottles and sending them clattering all over the cavern floor.
Over the noise, he heard a flustered voice cry, âNow, do be careful! Youâre bound to break something!â
But Chip was so startled, he could not listen. Before he could comprehend what was happening or how to escape this new menace, he raced away, only to collide with the owner of the great eye. He looked up dazedly as two fresh feathers fell to the ground.
A large bird â a magpie, he believed â stood before Chip. After the disturbance heâd caused, he expected to find a gruff and decidedly disgruntled figure standing before him.
Instead, Chip was surprised to find nothing but tenderness, and, perhaps, a touch of sympathy, in the birdâs black eyes. Relief swept through him, and he stood up, though still a little tentatively.
âIâm afraid I gave you quite a fright,â said the bird. âAs a Guardian, I can never be too careful. We get all sorts through the underground, and not all sorts are friendly. Now, for some proper introductions,â he continued. âI am called Oleander. What is your name, young one?â
âChip,â he answered quietly, a bit in awe of the impressive figure before him.
âQuite right,â Oleander answered with a smile, gently brushing a wing tip against Chipâs left ear.
Without another word, Oleander began to lead the way through the cavern, and Chip followed expectantly, hoping that this new friend could help him on his way, and maybe even help him find his friends.
As they walked, Chip surreptitiously observed the large bird. Now that he looked more closely, he could see that the birdâs feathers were not only black and white, but were also covered in many shimmering shades of blue, which reflected the light in the cavern beautifully.
Briefly, Chip thought with a touch of trepidation that he was in the presence of a magpie, a bird that he had always been warned might attack him. It seemed unlikely that a bird of prey could be a gentle Guardian. But Chip supposed that it also seemed unlikely that a small creature like himself could take on a journey so great.
All things considered, Chip believed that Oleander was trustworthy, and so, he continued to follow him through the cavern.
But not, as Iâm sure youâve guessed, without asking a few questions.
âWhat are you doing underground, Oleander?â
âWhatever do you mean?â the magpie answered, looking quite confused.
âWell,â said Chip, wondering how best to phrase this, âyouâre a bird. Shouldnât you be living up above?â
Oleander gave him an appraising look, and then, apparently deciding that Chip was worthy of his confidence, continued. âQuite right. That is the usual way of things. But I was chosen for this Guardianship, and so, I call the underground my home. I do venture out from time to time, but there are no sights above that seem so fair to my eyes as these glittering caverns. More brilliant than stars,â he murmured, half to himself.
Still, Chip was confused. âBut what exactly do you guard?â
Oleander only smiled and continued on. âWhat brings you here, Chip?â
Momentarily distracted by the question, Chip launched into his tale. âI lost my friends, Alfeus and Beauregard. A moth was leading us through the tunnels, but Alfeus got stuck, and when Beauregard tried to help him get loose, a great hole opened up and they fell. I was going to follow them, but the hole closed before I could, and everything went dark, and⌠Iâm lost.â
Chip paused for a moment. âHave you seen them?â he asked hopefully.
A kindly smile warmed Oleanderâs black eyes. âNever you mind about that. Alfeus and Beauregard will be along soon enough.â
âThen you know where they are? Can you take me to them?â
âOne thing at a time, my friend,â Oleander said, chuckling. âYou still havenât answered my question. What brings you here?â
Chip frowned. âBut Iâve just told you. Iâm looking for my friends.â
At this, Oleander stopped and looked closely at Chip. âYou and I both know that youâre looking for a great deal more than that.â
Realization dawned. âOh. Yes. Abaline. You see ââ
He looked as if he meant to say something more, but then thought better of it.
They were at the opposite end of the cavern now, just past the last of the sparkling bottles. Chip could still smell the wondrous perfume. He was just opening his mouth to ask about the diamonds that seemed to produce it when a familiar sound reached his ears. It drifted towards Chip and Oleander from the tunnel just in front of them.
âIt is decided, Beauregard! You are the most exasperating creature I will ever have the misfortune of knowing. âFollow your nose,â indeed! How is that supposed to get us any closer to Chip?â
At that moment, the disgruntled chipmunk and his cheerful companion emerged from the tunnel.
Alfeus stopped short. âChip!â he cried in shock.
Beauregard, to the chipmunkâs immediate annoyance, did not look the least bit surprised.
âYou are an unapologetic show off,â Alfeus declared. Then, after a pause, âIâm sorry I doubted you.â
There was then much embracing as the friends celebrated being reunited. After a few minutes, though, Alfeus looked across the expansive cavern in wonder. âWhat on earth is this place?â
They all turned to Oleander, who only gestured to a tunnel that lay to their right. âThere is no time to waste, my friends. Abaline is waiting.â
Without another word, the magpie led them partway down the tunnel before stopping. âContinue to follow this tunnel, and you will shortly be aboveground. No further surprises shall trouble you.â
Chip wanted to stall and keep talking to Oleander, but Alfeus and Beauregard were already moving, all too eager to leave the underground.
Oleander, seeing Chipâs hesitation, smiled and urged him on. âFarewell, young one. Safe travels on the end of your journey.â
And with that, he was gone, back to his bottles and diamonds and all the mystery they contained. Chip stood there for a moment, wondering.
There was so much he didnât understand about the cavern below and all he had seen there. Briefly, he felt all his usual restless curiosity stir up. But then, all of a sudden, that sweetest of perfumes wafted over him, and he felt all his wonderings, for a time, rest.
There really was so much he didnât understand.
Perhaps, he wasnât meant to just yet.
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Installment Twelve will be available next week, friends!
Writing this installment was one of my greatest joys. I hope you enjoy it!
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Chip was dreaming.
He was in a dark place, deep within the earth. All the shadows in the world seemed intent on suffocating him. He looked around, anxiously trying to catch sight of Alfeus or Beauregard, but the darkness was all-encompassing.
Chip shivered from the damp and the cold, shivered from how very alone he felt.
But then, a clink sounded behind him, the twinge in his left ear faded away, and Chip turned.
Barely a foot away, a diamond was laying on the cool rock, shimmering as if in defiance of the dark.
Chip huddled close to the jewel, comforted by its cool light, but no sooner had he nestled against it than the light began to fade.
The twinge in his left ear returned in full force as his paws scrambled clumsily to keep hold of the diamond. So frantic were his movements, though, that the now dimly glowing jewel skittered across the rock floor.
Its light much too faint by now to allow the rabbit to find it once again, Chip just sat there, watching the diamondâs radiance succumb to the dark, never thinking to simply ask the light to stay.
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He woke with a start, unsettled and discouraged by the dream. Chip saw no reason to dampen the othersâ spirits, though, so he kept the dream to himself.
They had stopped to rest underground, Chip and Alfeus feeling spent after their many adventures, and Beauregard always agreeable to a nap. The moth rested nearby, but Chip could see its pale wings fluttering softly, as if it were eager for them to be on their way.
Much like the underground path they had visited not long ago, the walls of this tunnel were encrusted with jewels of various kinds, though not as many as heâd found in the fire lizardsâ dwelling.
He shuddered, hoping that none of the lizardsâ tunnels connected to this one. Ready for adventure as he was, Chip wasnât sure he could bear another encounter with the fiery creatures.
Shaking loose any lingering thoughts of the lizards, the young rabbit returned to looking around the tunnel, and he wondered again at the presence of the jewels.
What were they doing here?
But a loud snort from the waking Beauregard woke Alfeus with a start, sent the moth flying, and put a stop to all Chipâs wonderings.
Distracted by the excitement of continuing on their way to Abaline, the many jewels became, for the time being, nothing more than brilliant sparks of light in the darkness.
But I believe, and I think you do, too, that theyâre something a little bit more.
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It wasnât long before matters took an unexpected turn. The further the small group of adventurers travelled, the more they realized that this part of the underground was quite unlike any other.
Near the underground river, it had been abundantly clear that the fire lizards ruled; no other creatures dared to make their homes in those tunnels and caves.
Here, however, just the opposite was true. Small glow worms made their meandering way across the rocks in search of cool earth to sink into. Toads hopped along the slick stone paths, seemingly oblivious to Chip and his companions, before disappearing beneath lily pads that covered the small pools they called home.
Fluttering about Chipâs ears almost playfully were insects with the most intricately designed wings he had ever seen. They moved so swiftly, though, that after only the one clear sight of them, they seemed to disappear, and the only thing that betrayed their graceful flight was the pale luminescence of their wings.
Chip breathed in and out slowly, savoring the richness of the air. Moss and lichen covered the ground until only small patches of bare rock could be seen, and it gave the tunnel an earthy smell that Chip loved.
He looked all around in wonder as countless creatures hopped and flew past jewel-encrusted walls, water softly splashed, and the tunnel filled with the sounds and smells of it all. This felt like a wonderfully secret place, and our small rabbit friend felt entirely content to remain there.
They all remained quiet through this part of their journey, unwilling to interrupt the peacefulness of this place.
That is, of course, until Alfeusâ paw became hopelessly stuck in a thick patch of moss.
The chipmunk gave him a long-suffering look. âThere is nothing but mud beneath my foot. If I stay still, Beauregard, I shall sink into the mire and be lost forever.â
Chip chuckled, earning himself a withering stare.
âYou always did have a touch of the dramatic in you, Alfeus,â the beaver replied with a fond look that was not returned. âNow, stay still and hand me your paw.â
âDo you listen to yourself?â was the exasperated answer. âHow one is supposed to stay still and move at the same time, I would very much like to know!â
All the same, Alfeus held out his paw.
It seemed to all that the amusing incident would end right there, until, when Beauregard gave Alfeusâ paw a good tug, the chipmunk did not budge.
A hint of panic crept into Alfeusâ voice. âPut a little more effort into it, Beauregard! I do not wish to become a part of the scenery.â
âIâm sure one more tug ought to do it, Alfy, never you fear.â
Alas, one more tug did not do it, and before Alfeus could protest (as he surely would have), Beauregard wrapped him in a giant bear hug. With a great heave, the beaver tried to free his friend. Just as he did, though, an ominous rumble filled the tunnel, and as all the small creatures nearby scurried away, the ground beneath them crumbled, and Beauregard and Alfeus disappeared from sight.
âAlfeus! Beauregard!â Chip cried, truly frightened now. Quick as he could, he hopped to the edge of the gaping hole his friends had fallen into.
He was just about to jump in after them, heedless of the danger, when the great rumble filled the space once more and the rock shifted back into place. In seconds, the tunnelâs floor was whole once more and the moss was creeping back over the rock, as if the giant hole had never been.
Chip stared in disbelief, unwilling to believe that his friends were gone and the most obvious path back to them was barred. But just then, a deep boom set the tunnel shaking and rocks clattering.
Chip didnât think.
He just ran, heedless of the direction he took through the branching tunnels and the sudden darkness surrounding him.
When next he stopped, heart racing, body shaking, Chip knew he was lost. Still, he was poised to flee at the slightest sound, and when it came, he bolted.
Down the nearest tunnel he flew, never considering the dank, musty smell stealing away the good, clean air.
Looming shapes rose suddenly all around him. Chip gasped in surprise, veering away from one only to nearly collide with another.
Whichever way he turned, it made no difference. He was hemmed in on all sides, and, at long last, Chip stopped short, heart pounding more powerfully than he had thought it capable of.
Thick darkness still surrounded him. So frightened he could hardly move, Chip curled himself into a ball. He closed his eyes, his whole body aching for fear and the longing to not be alone.
A few moments passed before Chip noticed the light.
Tentatively, he opened his eyes and saw that, though still a good distance off, something was illuminating the tunnel. He rose slowly. Fear still clamored for his attention, but the rabbit felt its hold shaking loose. He could see now the strange, looming forms that had frightened him so.
Countless toadstools of all shapes, sizes, and varieties filled the tunnel. Chip stared up in awe at the tangled forest surrounding him, some of the toadstools rising close to the tunnelâs ceiling, others remaining near to the ground, but all of them impossibly vibrant.
He was as entranced by this underground wonder as he had been by the vivid wildflowers in the forest clearing. This, however, was a sight all its own. Whether it was deepest green, richest purple, or impossibly bold red, color was everywhere, and all the while, the light led him on, lending a brilliance to everything it touched.
Yet, when he reached its source, it wasnât at all what Chip expected.
A solitary diamond lay on the rock just as it had in his dream, only this time, there was no sign of the light fading. The jewel lay at the entrance of a new tunnel, which branched to the left and down. If it led deeper underground, Chip thought, perhaps he would find Alfeus and Beauregard. He could see specks of light further down the path, and he suspected that they came from more jewels.
With no further hesitation, Chip continued on, no longer afraid, for, though he had not consciously thought it, some piece of him understood that when fear had kept him from speaking, his desperate need had been a prayer, and it had been heard.
It’s been a little while, friends! I’m excited to get back in the swing of things, sharing stories and bookish love with you all.
Without further ado, here is the next installment of our favorite rabbit’s adventures!
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âI might have known!â
âNow, Alfy,â Beauregard said, sidling as close as he dared to the chipmunk, âdonât be like that. You know I never meant to lose your hazelnuts, and I certainly never meant for you to be near drowned in an underground river. Why, I didnât even know youâd be there!â
Of course, you already know, reader, that the only word Alfeus really heard was hazelnuts.
âOf course not!â he cried. âYou never mean anything, and yet it happens! Chaos ensues! Whole stores of hazelnuts lost! All because of those rascally, conniving, miscreant rabbits of yours! And you, Beauregard Beaver, do nothing but encourage them!â
âNow, Alfy,â Beauregard protested once more. âConniving seems a bit severe. Mischievous, perhaps. And as for that particular mishap, it was awfully funny,â the beaver concluded with a barely concealed laugh.
Alfeusâ paws clenched tightly at his sides as if he were willing the steam to stay firmly between his ears.
Chip, unable to help himself, giggled and asked, âWhat happened, Beauregard?â
The beaver had hoped a certain inquisitive rabbit might ask, and swift as a river, he launched into the tale. âWell, you see, it was like this ââ
âNot another word, Beauregard!â Alfeus declared.
Beauregard smiled, giving Chip a conspiratorial wink. âIf you insist, Alfeus. But looky here! I see Iâm not the only one whoâs taken up with rabbits.â
Alfeus huffed. âChip is nothing like those ruffians, thank you!â
Chip interjected before more bickering could ensue. âIâm on a quest,â he blurted, feeling just a bit silly for how grand he made it sound.
But Beauregard didnât blink an eye. âA quest!â he boomed. âTell me more, Chip!â
âWell,â Chip continued, feeling suddenly shy, âI prayed for something a while ago, and now I keep wondering if the questions we ask and the prayers we say really matter to Him at all.â
Beauregardâs eyes fairly sparkled at Chipâs words. âYouâre looking for Abaline, I take it?â
âYes!â Chip cried, wondering how Beauregard had known. âAlfeus said we must go behind the waterfall and through the cavern, but when we tried, well⌠I mean no offense, but your friends brought a dragon ââ
âThe Cerulean Drake, no less!â Alfeus pointed out.
âYes,â Chip continued, âand her fire woke the most enormous lizard Iâve ever seen, and you rescued us, and, well⌠we lost our way.â
As he shared this, Chip couldnât help but feel discouraged by the unexpected, albeit adventurous, turn of events, but Beauregard only chuckled.
âI donât know how to tell you this, my boy, but you never found your way to begin with!â
âNever found it? What do you mean?â
âWell, if you ever hope to find Abaline, you have to take the back entrance, of course.â
âThe back entrance?â Alfeus sputtered in disbelief. âDo explain yourself, you exasperating creature!â
Beauregardâs eyes twinkled in such a way that made Chip quite certain that teasing Alfeus was one of the beaverâs greatest delights. Still, he did agree to explain himself. âTry as you might, careful as you are, if you go in the front entrance, youâre bound to disturb the lizards. Whereas the back entrance avoids them altogether!â
Beauregard beamed at his flabbergasted companions. âShall I show you the way?â
Shocked and silent, both Chip and Alfeus followed the beaver as he moseyed down the riverbank, each of them trying equally hard not to think about the underwater debacle they could have avoided if only theyâd known. Alfeus was, perhaps, a bit more prickly about the whole affair, seeing as he had been so utterly confident of the way to Abaline.
Beauregardâs cheerful conversation soon distracted them from all their bemoaning and befuddlement, however, and they began to really enjoy the sunshine and breeze, and yes, even the rushing of the river to their left.
âYou see,â the beaver was saying, âliving by the water gives me plenty of opportunity to become acquainted with all manner of adventurers and the like. More often than not, those in search of Abaline know no better than to take the waterfall path, and they soon end up in the same state as you.
âSo, Iâve taken to making my way up and down the river â a bit like a proper Guardian, you might say â so I can help any unfortunates who end up on the unfriendly side of the Obsidian Lizard. When I heard what the young rabbits were up to plotting, I decided it might be the perfect time to be close by.
âOf course, I was only expecting them, but that Frederick made sure to tell me more were on the way. I shudder to think what might have happened if a certain beaver hadnât been there to pull two forlorn, fellow creatures out of the river,â Beauregard said wistfully, casting a sidelong glance at Alfeus, who did not fail to notice.
âYes, yes, Iâm sure weâre very grateful!â
âIâm very glad to hear that, Alfy. And what with all this gratitude weâre all feeling, it only seems right that you might forgive me for all those lost hazelnuts.â
âOh, for goodnessâ sake. Yes, Beauregard, all is forgiven. Are we nearly there?â
âNot much farther now,â the beaver answered, looking decidedly chipper.
âWell, before we get there, Iâd like to know more about those four rabbits and that dragon,â Chip said.
âAh, yes, the Cerulean Drake,â Beauregard said in very sage tones. âSheâs usually much friendlier, but sheâs just laid her eggs, you see, and sheâs fiercely protective of her babes, especially at this early stage.â
âDonât tell me they went near the grotto!â Alfeus fairly squeaked.
Even Beauregard, supportive as he was of the rabbitsâ mischief, looked a bit abashed at this. âIâm afraid so.â
Seeing Chipâs look of admiring wonderment, though, the beaver instantly brightened. âThey meant the babies no harm, you understand! They only wanted a look at the eggs. Sightings of a Cerulean Drakeâs eggs are precious and rare. Only the very brave and determined can find them, and if thereâs anything that those four rabbits are â Roger, Roderick, Eloise, and Fred are their names â itâs brave and determined.â
âWow,â was all Chip could manage, and though the rabbitsâ adventure had certainly affected his own, he couldnât help but be a bit in awe of them.
Alfeus caught the look and pleaded, âNow, please, Chip, donât go getting any ideas.â
âSeeing as heâs gotten this far, Alfy, Iâd guess that our friend Chip has already had plenty of ideas. And heâll need a few more if heâs to make it to Abaline. And speaking of!â
At this, the beaver gestured forward where a dark tunnel entrance could just barely be seen beneath a mass of trailing vines and leaves, some a rich green, some deepest purple. And resting ever so gently on these leafy tangles were perhaps two dozen moths, all nectar and peach and beige in hue.
As the companions came closer, the moths all began to stir and flutter about.
In moments, one moth in particular was flying carefully before each of them.
âNow, no sudden movements, mind,â Beauregard said. âThis moth will lead us on our way, but they only help the very gentle at heart. Donât trouble yourself too much, Alfy,â the beaver continued as the moth came to rest on the chipmunkâs nose. âIâm sure theyâll make an exception just this once.â
It was all Alfeus could do to keep still while the moth judged his merit.
Youâll be proud to know that he chose to ignore that particular comment.
Apparently satisfied, the small, winged creature flew towards the tunnel entrance, slipping behind the vines. Quickly now, before they lost their guide, Chip, Alfeus, and Beauregard followed, braving the underground once more.
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âPerhaps it was nothing,â Alfeus suggested hopefully, but his voice was shaking.
Another bellowing roar sent countless pebbles and shards of rock skittering across the cavern floor.
âAlfeusâŚâ Chip whispered.
Before the chipmunk could utter a word, the opposite end of the cavern exploded in flame and the rush of powerful wings. The heat was immediate and intense, but it was nothing compared to Chipâs first glimpse of the dragon clawing its way into the cavern, its blue scales alight with the fireâs reflection.
Yet, even as Chip took in the sight of the enormous, and frighteningly angry, creature, he was distracted by an altogether unexpected noise. He almost missed it, so loud was the crackling of the dragonâs flame, but there it was again â laughter, louder now as four small figures shot across the cavern towards the flabbergasted Chip and Alfeus.
They were rabbits like him, Chip realized, who were apparently rather amused by the fire-breathing behemoth pursuing them with a vengeance.
The four raced past them, making for the center tunnel where the river flowed, shouting over their shoulders as they passed by.
âI wouldnât linger!â
âNot unless you want your whiskers singed!â
âAnd just ask Roderick,â said the third with an impish grin, and the last bunny â who possessed decidedly short whiskers â agreed, âItâs simply not worth it, lads!â
âWhy, why you â!â Alfeus began, and then Chip had him by the paw, pushing him into the tunnelâs confines where the dragon could not reach them.
Chip was right, of course. The dragon could not.
But his flames could.
Alfeus thought of this only just in time, and he pulled his frantic friend below the riverâs surface, thanking God for the water as they looked up to find the tunnel above bathed in flame.
Ever so slowly, the flames disappeared, and the gems encrusted in the wall flared brightly, almost as if they had absorbed the heat and grown all the more brilliant because of it.
As soon as the fire cleared, both Chip and Alfeus rose, breathing in great gulps of air as they broke the waterâs surface. The current of the underground river was growing stronger, but there was no dry ground available to them, and the pair was forced to let the river carry them where it would.
All around them, sound bounced and echoed. First, the gathering rush of water as the river speedily carried on its way, then the delighted whoops and cries of the four young rabbits, followed by the enraged roar of a fierce dragon, who was, for once, quite aggravated by her awesome size, for it kept her from pursuing those very rabbits who had been the source of her trouble from the start.
Yet, underneath it all, Chip could hear something more, a skittering sound, unobtrusive at first, but undeniably growing.
âAlfeus,â Chip called, âdo you hear that?â
The chipmunk gazed down the tunnel, listening. âClaws on stone,â he whispered, more to himself than to Chip.
âWhat?â the rabbit cried.
But Alfeus didnât seem to be listening. âThe dragonâs fire.â With those words, the chipmunk jerked back to attention. âChip, the heat from the dragonâs flames, it will ââ
But it was much too late for warnings.
The danger was upon them now!
Sound engulfed them, and Chip suddenly understood Alfeusâ whisper.
Claws on stone.
Untold numbers of them.
The very walls of the tunnel seemed alive as the fire lizards swarmed down the tunnel walls, covering them with the chaotic, shimmering movement of their fiery red forms. The river continued to carry Chip and Alfeus in a now frenzied rush.
There was nothing they could do but watch in fascination as the fire lizardsâ rough crimson skin began to glow while they greedily absorbed the heat from the dragonâs flames.
The tunnel began to feel uncomfortably warm as steam began to rise from the water, dampening Chipâs and Alfeusâ fur.
The fire lizards were moving closer to the river, and the water was growing warmer in response, but it wasnât until a terrifically deep boom sounded that Alfeus felt truly afraid.
He swam as best he could towards Chip, and when he spoke, his voice was low, but urgent. âSteady now, my friend.â
They watched as, one by one, the fire lizards dropped into the water, filling the tunnel â now so enormous that it was practically a cavern in its own right â with great plumes of steam.
All the while, the deep booms were growing louder, until the tunnel walls began to thrum with the force of them.
Nearly all of the fire lizards were in the water now, and Chip began to squirm at the sudden heat.
âAlfeus, what are they doing?â Chip shouted, really frantic now.
The answer was immediate. âTheyâre warming the water.â
And before Chip could question why, he looked up to find two immense eyes, red like coals, staring into his own with an intensity that burned.
The Obsidian Lizard, wakened by the dragonâs flames and the intrusion of so many into his underground home, crashed down into the river.
For the briefest moment, Chip caught a glimpse of the creatureâs hide, smooth like black glass, except for where meandering veins of red made the lizard look like he was burning from within.
In the next instant, a wave of water and steam, triggered by the Obsidian Lizardâs bulk, covered Chip and Alfeus, leaving them with nothing by heat and the need to escape it.
The river first pushed, then pulled, sending Chip spiraling down to its depths before sending him tantalizingly close to the surface and air. He could see nothing, do nothing, could only feel as the heat bit and choked and consciousness slipped â
But then there was a brief glimmer of light and something took hold, and suddenly, Chip knew clean air and cool breeze and dry ground.
He rested and he breathed, and soon enough, let out a half-choked laugh of relief as Alfeusâ familiar, indignant tone reached his ears, grateful beyond measure that his friend was alive and well.
Gratitude, however, was quite the last thing on Alfeusâ mind. In fact, the best the bedraggled chipmunk could manage was an utterly dismayed cry of, âOh no, not you,â as he looked into the endearingly cheerful face of their rescuer, Beauregard Beaver.
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This week, Chip and Alfeus brave a hidden cavern that’s beautiful, but not altogether safe…
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They rested for a time there, near the entrance to the cavern. Chip took a long drink of cool, clear water from the small spring that trickled down into the cavernâs depths. Feeling refreshed now, he balanced carefully on his hind legs as he sniffed the air.
It was pleasantly cool, just what you might expect from a mysterious, hidden place like this one.
And yetâŚ
There was something unusual about the smell the longer Chip sniffed, but he couldnât quite place it. Something almost smoky.
âWhatever is your nose quivering about now?â Alfeus asked, and Chip frowned, for his friend almost sounded nervous.
âWhatâs wrong, Alfeus?â
The chipmunk, rubbing his snout in distracted agitation, answered briskly, âIâm not altogether fond of some of the underground residents, if you must know.â
âWhy? Who lives here?â
âFire lizards,â Alfeus said. âTheyâre changeable creatures, by all accounts, and were no great help when the forest stood at odds.â
âSo, theyâre dangerous?â
âWell, I wouldnât exactly call them enemies,â the chipmunk offered, shifting uncertainly. âI wouldnât exactly call them friends, either.â
âAnd youâre certain that the cavern is the only way to reach Abaline?â Chip asked, feeling the warning twinge of danger, which made his left ear start twitching, as he spoke.
âYes. If you try to go past the waterfall and stay aboveground, Abaline is nowhere to be found. You go through, or you go nowhere at all.â
He knew Alfeus was right. Still, Chip felt compelled to point out, âYou might have mentioned the fire lizards earlier.â
âIâm hoping they keep to themselves,â the chipmunk said, choosing to ignore the pointed comment. âThey only venture out at high noon to soak up what heat they can before returning to the Obsidian Lizard.â
Chip, who had just begun to hop further into the cavern, stopped short. âObsidian Lizard?â
âYes, yes, thatâs what I said! Thereâs no reason to get your fur ruffled about it. He only leaves the underground during the peak of summer, and thatâs a ways off yet. Until then, his fellow lizards soak up heat to warm him. Somehow, it keeps the fire within him aflame.â
At this, Chip muttered something about the chipmunkâs words being less than reassuring.
âBetter informed with a little healthy fear than ignorant and foolhardy because of it. Besides, only heat draws them out, and we wonât have any flame to attract them. Iâm certain weâll make it through without incident.â
âSo, you managed it safely with Leah?â
âWell, noâŚâ Alfeus confessed, his voice trailing off. âI only went as far as the cavernâs mouth. She insisted that it was something she must do alone. But Iâve always regretted not going with her all the way to Abaline.â
Chip offered an encouraging smile, for he could sense Alfeusâ discomfort, and he was truly grateful to have a friend along on this journey. âWell then, itâs a good thing you have another chance now.â
With that, they began to make their way through the luminous underground. Both Chip and Alfeus stared above and around them at the glittering walls, mouths agape.
Thousands upon thousands of gems and crystals were encrusted in the dark gray stone, but it seemed more than happenstance to Chip, as if someone had lovingly chosen just the spot from which each gem could best send out its own radiant glow.
He could not help but continue to stare in wonder; in fact, so enraptured was he that he nearly stumbled into the widening stream.
But can you blame him, reader?
After all, of the many things that Chip might have anticipated encountering, he had never expected to come face to face with a radiance such as this beneath the earth where no familiar rays of light might reach them.
What is this place? Chip silently pondered as they continued to follow the waterâs meandering path.
âWhere is the light coming from, I wonder?â said Alfeus in a whisper, which seemed only right in a place like this.
Once the question was voiced aloud, Chip naturally felt that he must investigate further. He hopped over to the wall on their left, placing a paw against the stone before jerking it back just as quickly when it proved to be quite warm.
When he mentioned this to Alfeus, the chipmunk did not look terribly surprised. âThatâll be the fire lizards. There are so many of them, theyâre bound to heat the very walls themselves.â
Chip heard Alfeus, but did not reply. He had caught sight of movement in a nearby gem. Oh, how he wished Romulus were there to teach him their names, for he was sure to know them all.
There it was again!
Something darted to the right past a jewel, carnation pink in color, and Chip was sure the movement came from the other side of the wall, rather than from the reflection of the gemâs smooth surface.
âAlfeus, did you see that? I think thereâs a passage on the other side of this wall!â
âWell, if there is, itâs the fire lizards who use it, and Iâm not inclined to wait and see,â Alfeus said before marching resolutely forward.
Reluctantly, the young rabbit followed. Much as he might long to uncover the mysteries of the fire lizardsâ dwelling, he knew Abaline was more important. They followed the flowing stream to their right, Chip admiring the way the stone shimmered beneath the perfectly clear water. He had expected to feel tense and afraid after learning of the fire lizards, but there was something altogether pure and comforting about this underground haven, and the rabbit found that he felt free to explore every crevice and nook, much to Alfeusâ consternation.
At last, they reached the back of the cavern. Before them, looking as if they had been there since time began, were three gaping tunnel entrances. The stream flowed merrily down the middle path, and Chip was tempted to simply follow it, but instead looked at Alfeus expectantly. âWhich one do we take to Abaline?â
The chipmunk was silent, staring fixedly from one tunnel to the next.
âAlfeus?â Chip prompted.
He jumped a bit before replying, âWell, I canât say that I know, Chip. I imagine thatâs something that each seeker of Abalineâs treasure has to uncover for themselves.â
At the end of this lofty pronouncement, Alfeus looked away rather sheepishly, for after all, he truly did want to be useful and was bothered when he felt he was not.
âThatâs all right, Alfeus,â Chip said, noticing his friendâs embarrassment. âWeâll figure it out.â
He hopped forward to the tunnel on the left and sniffed, immediately scrunching up his nose in distaste. It smelled damp and unfriendly, and something in the heavy staleness of it warned Chip against taking that path.
âAlfeus, what does the tunnel on the right smell like to you?â
Hurriedly, the chipmunk scampered over, taking a good and proper whiff before sighing with delight at the scent that greeted him. âHazelnuts, Chip,â he breathed. âMountains and mountains of them!â
Alfeus was several feet past the entrance before Chip managed to stop him. But then, all of a sudden, the headiest sensation swept over him, enveloping him in the scent of lilac, just as if he were back in his grandmotherâs burrow beneath the grandest lilac bush that Everleaf Forest had ever seen.
Alfeus continued to mutter about hazelnuts as Chip turned to stare down the tunnel, breathing in his favorite smell. He was just about to make his way closer to it when his left ear twitched violently.
For one pivotal moment, Chipâs mind cleared, and he was struck by the pungent wave of rot rising up from the tunnelâs depths. He pushed the hazelnut-crazed chipmunk out of the tunnel until they were far back enough for the smells to fade.
Though Alfeus had, at first, been overtaken by indignant hysterics, only a few minutes passed before he returned to his own, rather persnickety self. âConfound it all! What sort of depraved mind makes false promises of hazelnuts?â
âAt least you didnât get a whiff of what was really coming from that tunnel,â Chip choked out, still nearly gagging from the unrelenting stench of it. Still, he managed a smile at Alfeusâ dramatics.
The chipmunk was yet to be appeased. âI refuse to tolerate such deceitfulness! Such foul play! One nice, wholesome adventure is all a chipmunk asks for in life, and if anyone else comes to muck it up, itâs me theyâll have to answer to!â
It was then that a roar sounded, so terrible and deep that it made the very walls around them tremble.
Chip looked at Alfeus. âYou were saying?â
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Both Chip and Alfeus froze, frantically thinking what to do.
There was no cover nearby, save for the tall grass next to them, which now housed an ominous silence.
Suddenly, a huge form exploded from the grass, all fire and speed, and Chip bolted without another thought. He traveled fast, for his powerful hind feet could carry him far, but Chip soon noticed in horror that Alfeus was not with him.
He turned sharply about and was stunned to find Alfeus boldly confronting an adolescent fox.
Chipâs thoughts were a scrambled mess. The vicious attack was coming, and how could he stop it? The fox was almost upon his friend.
And then a commanding paw rose high in the air, and Alfeusâ voice rang out. âWilfred, stop!â
To Chipâs astonishment, the fox reared back, sliding a bit in his attempt to stop.
Alfeus wasted not a moment. âWilfred Fox, you hasty thing! You might try making certain itâs not a friend youâre about to clamp your jaws onto!â
Wilfred hung his head, managing to look mildly sheepish. âSorry, Alfy.â
âHmmph! You most certainly are not. Impetuous young whippersnapper,â Alfeus muttered as he turned sharply about, his fur nearly standing on end from agitation.
âFollow me, Wilfred! You might as well be useful,â Alfeus shouted over his shoulder before stopping in front of Chip, who still hadnât moved. âAre you going to stand there frozen in stupefaction or are you coming?â
The frazzled chipmunk did not wait for a reply, but rather marched on toward some undisclosed destination.
The fox trotted up beside Chip as they both moved to follow Alfeus. Youâll forgive our rabbit friend for casting an uncertain glance at Wilfred, noticing, in particular, as he did so the glint of his small, sharp teeth.
Wilfred caught the look. âIâm Wilfred,â he said, clearly taking great pride in the declaration.
âChip,â the rabbit whispered.
Wilfred laughed, much to Chipâs embarrassment. âYouâre in no danger now that I know youâre a friend.â
Chip wasnât altogether sure he was comforted by that reassurance, but they continued on side-by-side all the same.
It was not long before the sound of rushing water met Chipâs ears, and he was soon confronted by a river more vast than any heâd ever before seen. Though a tremor of fear swept through him, his eyes lit up, for he guessed where the next part of their journey must take them.
âWe have to cross it, donât we?â Chip asked.
Alfeus, still smarting from Wilfredâs bit of mischief, offered Chip a less than comforting grin. âWeâll see how eager you are when you learn our mode of transportation.â
Chip frowned, looking at Wilfred, who said, âMy jaws,â as nonchalantly as if he were telling Chip the time.
At first, the rabbitâs eyes widened, but Chip forced himself to remain calm. They were expecting him to be frightened, werenât they? And, after all, he had wanted this adventure. He had best enjoy it, scares and all.
âIâll do it,â Chip declared in the next breath. âBut you could go first, Alfeus,â he added quickly. âElders and all.â
The chipmunkâs eyes widened as Wilfred choked back a poorly disguised laugh. âElders, is it? Hmmph! A good dunk would serve you both right,â he muttered before running a ways down the riverbank, in search of something.
A moment later, he found it. âThe stepping stones are over here,â Alfeus called. âLetâs get this over with, Wilfred.â
Together, the fox and the rabbit hurried to Alfeusâ side, where Chip realized that what the chipmunk referred to as stepping stones were more like small boulders.
They seemed awfully large, and the gap between them awfully wide for a smallish fox to make it to the riverâs opposite side.
Wilfred caught his doubtful expression. âDonât worry, rabbit,â he said, âIâve done this loads of times.â
And with that, he gingerly picked Alfeus up in his mouth, and they were off. The sight of the rushing current made Chip feel a little sick as he watched Wilfred perch precariously on each boulder before taking a flying leap to the next. It seemed impossible that he should manage it all so nimbly, but the pair made it to the far shore without incident.
Chip breathed a sigh of relief until Wilfred began making his way back, and the rabbit remembered it was his turn.
âReady, rabbit?â Wilfred asked with a cheeky grin once he returned.
âIâm ready,â Chip replied.
The fox picked Chip up slowly and gently, but Chip still had to fight every instinct he had to struggle and flee and find a sheltered place to hide.
But he knew he must be still if he ever hoped to reach Abaline and find an answer, so he took a deep breath, making sure to keep his eyes wide open as Wilfred leapt for the first boulder.
In that first instant, Chip truly understood the risk that Wilfred was taking by carrying them across. The rocks were slick from the river water and moss.
The fox steadied himself carefully on the first rock, and finding purchase, jumped to the next. So it went for the next few boulders, and Chip felt he could breathe easier now. There were not so many rocks left now. Alfeus was getting closer all the time, and soon â
The water engulfed him, and it was like swimming through ice. He could not think or breathe, and then â smack! â Chipâs small frame collided with cold stone, and his thoughts were all a jumble like the chaotic water.
What of Mama and Papa? What about Abaline? What of all his prayers and longings now?
And then something other than the cold took hold, and he was being pulled from the water, and there was light and grass and the hot sun to warm his slick fur.
He lay on the riverbank panting, unable to speak for the moment. Wilfred was lying beside him, equally bedraggled and battered. Chip looked about for Alfeus from where he lay, but awareness was slow to come back, and it was a few more minutes until he realized that the chipmunk had been frantically hovering and muttering over them all this time.
âOf all the fool things for me to say! âA good dunk would serve you right!â I never meant it! But see here, you fool chipmunk, of what comes of being hasty with your words.â
âAlfeus,â Chip said softly. âItâs all right. Iâm all right.â His breath was slowly coming back to him even as the overjoyed chipmunk wrapped him in a tight hug.
Laughing softly, Chip rose gingerly to his feet, Wilfred having sprung up a moment before, the foxâs spirit not at all dampened by their unexpected dive into the frigid river.
Already, the sun was beginning to dry their fur, and Wilfredâs playfulness was fast returning. A magnificently mauve butterfly swooped past the foxâs snout, and Wilfred snapped at it before setting off in chase.
âFierce as they come, but he gets distracted by a butterfly,â Alfeus said with a shake of his head and a kindly laugh. âYouâll never meet another like him,â the chipmunk concluded, looking at Chip.
But Chip was not paying attention. Instead, he was searching all about him in a frightful panic. âIâve lost it!â he cried.
âLost what?â Alfeus replied. âWhateverâs gotten into you?â
âLeahâs satchel, itâs gone! Maybe it got caught on one of the rocks. Wilfred could take me back to look. Wilfred!â
âNow, wait just a minute!â Alfeus commanded, deciding he had had quite enough of that kind of talk. âCrossing the river on his own will be easy enough for Wilfred, but carrying you twice more is far too risky. I wonât have it! If youâre meant to have the satchel, youâll find it along the way.â
Our young rabbit friend so wanted to argue. Some of Leahâs most interesting finds had been secreted in that satchel. But as Chip looked at Wilfred pouncing about in the sun, he knew he could not risk the well-being of his unlikely friend.
Seeing that his point had been made, Alfeus clapped his paws together decisively. âLetâs carry on then.â
Hopping across the wide stretch of grass, Alfeus and Chip both caught up with Wilfred, who was still caught up in his antics. âYouâd best be making your way home, Wilfred.â
âYouâre not coming with us?â Chip said, his heart sinking. Heâd grown very fond of the fox and all his mischief.
âI canât. My dad will be mad as it is that I crossed the river alone. Iâve got to make it home before supper.â
âI hope itâs not chipmunk,â Alfeus muttered, crossing his furry arms.
Wilfred nudged Alfeus playfully before bounding around Chip and back towards the river bank, âIt was nice meeting you, Chip!â he called over his shoulder. âI never knew rabbits could be so adventurous. See you, Alfy!â
With a swish of his bushy tail and a few leaps and bounds, Wilfred was across the river and out of sight.
Iâm afraid it will be a long while until we see him again.
~
Without a further word, Alfeus began leading the way upriver.
Now that the excitement had died down, Chipâs mind was overflowing with questions. âAlfeus, where are we heading now? Iâm thankful that scare in the river turned out all right. But Iâve been thinking. Those boulders are awfully big to be called stepping stones. Why are they called that? Were they always there? Who ââ
Alfeus, astonished â as all who meet Chip are â by the racing current of his curiosity, managed to get a word (or several) in. âThe stones were Leahâs doing, if you can believe it,â he said.
âOh, I can,â Chip declared, thinking back on all the stories Romulus had told him about his aunt and all her many escapades.
âThis forest used to be horribly divided, and it seemed nothing could bring the two sides together. But that Leah, she was an unexpected instrument of healing for this place, and with her help, there was reconciliation long after the inhabitants of Almea had lost hope for it.
âAfterwards, the great bears of the North rolled these boulders down to the river to create safe passage.â Here Alfeus paused, glancing sidelong at Chip with a grin. âOr, at least, relatively safe passage.
âAll the same, the rocks are meant to honor the healing of The Great Divide, as we call it, and to help us remember that no matter the disagreements that might come, hoping for peace is never a childish thing.â
Chip was silent for a moment, warmth spreading all through him. âI like this place, Alfeus.â
Smiling, the chipmunk replied, âAlmeaâs got a certain something of her own, hasnât she?â
Chip couldnât have agreed more wholeheartedly, and I think that by the end, dear reader, you will, too.
It was not long after when they reached the base of a roaring waterfall, and Alfeus gestured grandly in its direction. âHere we are, Chip! Just beyond this waterfall lies the rest of our path.â
âNot more water,â Chip groaned.
Alfeus began tapping his foot. âIt will only last a moment. Do you want to find Abaline or not?â
âYes, I do.â
âWell, then through the waterfall and into the cavern we go,â Alfeus retorted and turned to do just that.
âA cavern?â Chip asked, his ears perking up.
âYes, a cavern,â Alfeus answered, but he refused to explain further.
Suddenly, Chip wrinkled up his nose in consternation. âBut wait. If the cavern is behind the waterfall, why did we have to cross the river in the first place? Couldnât we have just gone in on the other side?â
Alfeus turned to face him in utter exasperation. âYou are an altogether incurably curious creature, has anyone ever told you that? Donât bother, I already know the answer!â On a roll now, the chipmunk continued. âDo you expect me to know all the inner workings of this place? All I know is that if you try to go in on the right side, there is no cavern to be seen. So yes, we most certainly did have to cross the river. Though why I had to lose every last one of my beautiful hazelnuts in the bargain, Iâll never know,â he concluded with a longing sigh.
Chip was silent then, feeling guilty, for in the aftermath of the river, he had quite forgotten that Alfeus had stored his hazelnuts in his satchel. Chip hoped that before their adventure was done, he could make it up to Alfeus.
For now, though, he had to focus on following the chipmunk, who was already through the curtain of water. Chip hurriedly followed suit, ready to apologize as soon as he rejoined the chipmunk, but the words were forgotten as soon as he shook off the water and looked around.
The whole cavern was alight with the brilliant glow from a thousand glittering gems and stones, which were encrusted in the walls. It was a place of wonders such as Chip had never seen.
After a moment of silent wonderment, Chip returned to himself. âIâm sorry about your hazelnuts, Alfeus.â
âNever you mind about that, Chip. There are more where those came from.â
He seemed about to continue forward, but then he paused and looked at the rabbit. âYou told me that you asked Him something and havenât heard back. What were you wanting to know?â
Chip seemed a little bashful, but he confided in Alfeus nevertheless. âI asked Him what my purpose is.â
The chipmunk nodded in kindly approval. âNot a bad question at all, Chip,â he said quietly. âNot a bad question at all.â
But my question for you, reader, is can you guess what it is?
And I’m back with a bite-size installment of Chip’s adventures! Enjoy!
*
A thousand new smells greeted Chip, and he was overwhelmed and delighted by every one of them. He felt drawn in so many directions that he could hardly decide which to explore first. A sharp, tangy smell led him to the right, but no sooner had he discovered the deep orange and raspberry colored flower that produced it than a whiff of something delicate and soft sent him bounding in the opposite direction.
Chip went from the deepest, coolest shade of impossibly large trees only to emerge into blazing sunlight that warmed him all through.
Nothing about this place was less than glorious, and he wanted to see every inch of it.
He had just come to rest beneath a hazel tree when something small and hard landed on his head. Gingerly rubbing his paw against the spot, Chip looked up only just in time to duck out of the way.
Nearly a dozen hazelnuts came tumbling to the earth, and an outraged chattering followed them. A small, furry head popped out from behind a leafy bough, and the chipmunkâs eyes went wide with suspicion.
âDonât you think for even a moment about commandeering my hazelnuts! I worked all day for those, and I wonât have some upstart, whiskered fiend take whatâs mine! Iâll have you know â.â
The chipmunk, mercifully, stopped mid-tirade to squint down at Chip.
Before Chip could decide how to respond to being called an upstart, whiskered fiend, the chipmunk was down the tree trunk and sniffing his satchel quite carefully.
The chipmunkâs ears perked up when he saw the initials, âL.T.,â on the side, and he looked up at Chip, his eyes bright with barely contained curiosity. âThis here satchel used to be mine. I gave it to a fearsome badger who rescued me when I found myself at the end of a foxâs snout. And there isnât an unfriendlier place to be.â
The chipmunk paused, catching sight of the rabbitâs chipped ear. Without any invitation, he scampered up Chipâs back as if he were just another tree to climb. âSeems as though youâve met with some danger yourself.â
Chip tried to disguise his aggravation with only mild success. âNo, I was born with it.â
âHmm,â was all the chipmunk offered for comment before hopping down, oblivious to the annoyance heâd caused.
âDid you know her?â he asked.
âKnow who?â
âThe badger!â the chipmunk said in a tone that suggested Chip really ought to have known.
âI know her nephew, Romulus Took. He gave the satchel to me.â
The chipmunk regarded Chip silently for a few moments, and then, apparently making up his mind, held out his paw. âNameâs Alfeus, and I count as friend anyone whoâs on good terms with Leahâs family.â
âMy nameâs Chip.â
âWhat brings you to Almea, Chip?â Alfeus asked as he began gathering his hazelnuts once more.
Before answering, Chip opened his satchel, gesturing for Alfeus to store his hazelnuts inside. Alfeus gratefully accepted. Then, âIâm looking for Abaline,â Chip explained.
Alfeus stopped suddenly, then grinned. âNow, thatâs just what Leah said. I suppose Iâll have to help you like I helped her.â
Chip smiled, grateful that his first discovery in this strange place had been a friend.
~
The pair were walking beneath some low-hanging boughs when Alfeus decided it was his prerogative as Chipâs traveling companion to know details of the rabbitâs business. âWhy do you care to find Abaline, if I may ask? This treasure she guards must be a mighty thing to you if youâre willing to travel all this way.â
Chip hesitated to share at first. But if Alfeus was a willing friend, then why not? âWell, I asked God something a while ago now, and I havenât heard anything back. So, Iâm wondering if my prayers really matter to Him at all.â
Alfeus remained uncharacteristically silent.
Chip waited as long as he could (a whole minute, in fact), but then he could hold back no longer. âHave you ever wondered anything like that, Alfeus?â
âYes, I have.â
Another unbearable pause.
âAnd?â
Alfeus stubbornly looked ahead, but Chip could see the beginning of a smile. âAnd youâll just have to see for yourself.â
An answer and not an answer, Chip thought to himself, and he felt rather tired of those. But just as he opened his mouth to say so, Alfeus unceremoniously clapped a paw over Chipâs whiskered muzzle.
The young rabbit heard it then, too.
A rustle in the grass.
Could it be an innocent passerby? Chip wondered hopefully.
But then dead silence fell, as if something were waiting for them to believe just that, and for a moment, before chaos erupted, the little rabbit felt the greatest longing for home.
*
What do you think is lying in wait for Chip and Alfeus? We’ll find out next week đ
