Written by the fantastic singingsuperstar
Most legends start with the hero being a brave, do-gooding spirit, kind and free, fighting for the freedom of others, But not LaSelle, LaSelle was a theif, using her hand-like paws and cunning cleverness to slip into shops and rob goods. She took more than she needed, and lived a rich life with no friends or immidiate family. The village of Kimbara was an island off the coast of Jamaa at the time, and she did not dare cross the seas to make a better living with unsuspecting victims in the rural area of Jamaa, for she heard a shrine to Mira, the ruler of all, had been built in the township. LaSelle lived in a cave on the clifface in the Kimbara Outback. LaSelle was never disturbed, as only raccoons were small enough creatures to slip through. LaSelle was the only raccoon residing in the outback.
One day, as the Outback drifted a small bit closer to the shores of Jamaa, phantoms attacked. Kimbara had never dealt with the vile, troublesome creatures, and when they came they had nothing to do. All the Kangaroos there weren't clever enought to drive them away, but they held them off with their ginourmous feet and long, pointed tails. LaSelle was frightened, frightened for the people that she stole from, frightened that Mother Mira wouldn't salvage the small village nearing poverty. LaSelle knew she was the only one in the outback that might be clever enough to outwit the phantoms. Creeping from her hole, she noticed what people said about her during the day when the nocturnal animal was usually asleep: "There's LaSelle, who will she rob today?". LaSelle was hurt when they said "That vile creature. Why can't she bug the township? Not us. Evil, she is. Like all of her kind."
Taking a deep breath, LaSelle hopped. All eyes turned to her, even the scary odd number of phantom eyes. Bits of colorful thunder shocked from the tips of the phantoms tentacles, and LaSelle felt truly scared, yet she knew she must drive them away.
"Hey, squid brain!" LaSelle called. The phantom looked at her angrily, its one eye seeming to bore into her very soul.
"Why don't you pick on somejammer your own size, like me!"
This certainly got the phantoms' attention, and they all, in a stampede of rage, charged after our brave hero. LaSelle ran into a pile of weeds, filled with many green-toothed plants that nobody know what was for. As she did, LaSelle watched in awe as the chompers snapped up all of her enemies.
"Three cheers for LaSelle!" The town shouted, pulling boards off their windows, "Hip hip hooray, Hip hip hooray, Hip hip hooray!"
From that day on, LaSelle never stole a thing again. She was wholly herself. At last, when she was older, when the children born at the time of the attack had fully grown, the Kimbara Outback was connected to the rest of the Jamaa empire. As she stepped into the township for the first time, LaSelle immidiately saw the large Mira statue. She followed a winding path, and sat infront of it admiring it's beauty, and that was when it spoke.
"I am proud, LaSelle," Mira said, taking the raccoon by suprise "I had always hoped I could use you and introduce raccoons and cleverness to the large empire of Jamaa. LaSelle, because of your brave work defending the citizens of Kimbara from the phantoms, I knight you the Alpha of the raccoons."
And from that day forward, raccoons thrived in the land of Jamaa, all thanks to a clever, cunning, theif.
The Story of Amelia- Fox Alpha
By the fantastic singingsuperstar
Amelia had no family. She had never expirienced a mother's careful, warm touch. Never had she felt the securing hug a father gave to his child. She had not once ever laughed or fought with a sibling. She was secluded, reclusive. Amelia played by the Jamaa rules, but resided deep underground in the Serepia Forest. Everyone thought kindly of Amelia, but she was the only of her kind. She had plenty of friends, but none were true. Sometimes Amelia felt as if she should set for Mt.Shiveer, but something always held the red fox back. Maybe her sense of adventure wasn't unruly enough, maybe it was too much so. Amelia could never tell where her spirit would take her, but clearly never to where her heart urged her to go.
One day, after a warm and sunny afternoon, came a wailing wind and stormy night. Amelia's burrow was safe and warm, so deep underground and so hidden that barely any rain trickled in. Amelia did hear the claps of thunder, though, and, as she did on all stormy nights, had fitful awakeness, not being able to sleep. Amelia was always worried. Usually the tree animals were fine, but tonight Amelia knew something was different.
Amelia crawled from her burrow out into the rain. It lashed against her fur and gave the fox the chills, but Amelia was no longer afraid. As fast as her little paws could take her, Amelia scrambled up the trees, and shook the Eagles and Koalas awake. She took the wolves from their hills and the raccoons from their stumps, the rabbits from their own collapsing burrows. Amelia took them in. The fright from the children was forgot when they were in the warm cave, and everyone drank hot coco from her machine. They all slept on mats around the burrows, and no fear was burdening everyone.
The next morning, when they emerged from their dens, they gasped in suprise. Their lovely Serepia forest had collapsed. There were potholes where rabbit burrows used to be, and the trees had toppled onto the caves in the hills. only Amelia's sturdy den looked untouched. All were searching from any belongings that remained, but the winds had blown everything away. There was nothing.
Silently, the animals created a fire and sat around it. The embers were near flickering away when suddenly a burst of flames erupted from it. Everyone backed away but Amelia, who was comforted by its radiant heat. Then, the fox cocked her head upwards. There in all her glory shimmered Mira. The creator of all took one look around Serepia and, with a flick of her wing, sent everything back upright. New boards were laid so non-flyers could get up into the trees, and a small movie theatre was nestled in the raccoon oaks. A small slide provided entertainment for the little ones. A flag shop gave fathers jobs, and a game provided a tourist attraction.
"Brave Amelia," Mira cooed "I was so afraid for all these animals. Not for a moment I would've thought my reclusive Amelia would risk her life to save others, but that just shows how sometimes I am wrong. I am proud. Foxes will now be options to jammers, and you, Amelia, will be the leader."
The Story of Ruby- Rhino Alpha
By the fantabulous singingsuperstarRuby had always been the daring type. If you told the rhino to jump off the Appondale mountain peek into the mud wallow, she would. Not for a second would Ruby do something calm and serene. Ruby lived for adventures.
Appondale was relatively quiet. There was a cave and a mountain, a game and a pet store, mud wallows, journey books, plus they were right next to the township. The area still remained somewhat unpopular, for by now the museum and journey books had grown old, and all the animals that loved mud wallows lived in the savannah, anyways. That was why it was the best place for daring Ruby to be.
Had Ruby heard of Mira? Oh, yes, but that didn't mean she honored the supposed 'creator of all'. If Mira had created all of Jamaa, why was there Brady Barr's Lab in Zios? Because there really was no Mira, that's why. Ruby always got scoldings for insulting the bird, so she was quiet about her opinions.
One day, there was a new thing in Appondale- a prize for journey books. Jammers had to fill their books out to get the prize, so the land was filled with happy-go-lucky tourists. Ruby did not feel entitled to speak kindly to them.
"Get out of here!" She yelled as she was wallowing in the mud. Someone had tried to document the rhino.
"Just what I was looking for," Grinned the jammer "I could use someone like you. Meet me in Township, over by the rowboats. 2 o'clock SHARP!"
And, at two o clock, Ruby would be there.
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Two came, and it came quickly. Ruby cleaned herself, fastened on her nice heart locket around her horn and placed a founder's hat on her head. Ruby went into the township.
When she arrived, Ruby noticed lots of sharply dressed Jammers buzzing with excitement. There were schools, fashion shows, parties and resturaunts. But, Ruby couldn't let herself get distracted. She had important work to do.
The jammer she had seen earlier was sitting in the rowboat. Her two long bunny ears peeped out from a fox hat, and a spike collar glistened menacingly on her neck. As Ruby climbed in, the rabbit let out a sharp push and the boat ricocheted from the shore.
"What is it?" Ruby snapped "You know I don't have all day!"
"I know," the rabbit nodded "First, I'm Fauna. Adress me as Fauna. Talk to me as Fauna. Okay, so, now I can tell you."
Fauna's voice lowered "Mira is real," she whispered urgently. "It is not just a cub's tale, it's the truth, and me and my sister, Flora, we want to bring her down. All we need is a strong charger. We need you to charge into the Mira eblem and release her essence to the winds. You up for it?"
"Yeah," Ruby said, a smile pressing over her lips, "I'll see you at sundown."
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Ruby hid inside until sundown, then placed on her armor and left for the township once more, but this time slipping from her mother's grasp without a word. Everyone would think Ruby was in her room.
When Ruby arrived at the eblem, she noticed how flimsy it was. The statue swayed in the gentlest of breezes. All it would take Ruby was a tip of her horn, yet it was then she saw the truth behind it all, she saw Mira's secrets, she heard, a voice in the back of her head say: "Ruby, follow your heart.... your strength may, as of now, be your weakness."
And she stopped. Ruby turned on Flora and Fauna and charged at them instead, feeling something much less like bunnies when she barreled into them, They had four long, spindly tentacles and one gargantuan eye in the middle of their blobbish ink-black heads. Colorful bits of lightning shocked from the end of each tentacle like long claws reaching for Ruby. They were not rabbits. They were phantoms.
Ruby bellowed and squished them both with one powerful foot, then began to leave back to Appondale, frightened and helpless.
"Wait a moment, dear Ruby, " The statue sung. "I must thank you. You, a non-believer of all people, saved the land I created. Jamaa. Thank you for that."
" I am a believer now, though, O'Mira, Mother of All, Protecter of Jamaa." Ruby said.
"And for that reason, sweet, " Mira cooed. "I must honor you in some sort. Like I have with so many other animals, rhinos need and Alpha. Someone who can watch and take care of them. Ruby, would you be up for the Rhino Alpha?"
"Forever and always, O'Mira, Mother of All, Protecter of Jamaa, I will do what my kindly ruler wishes."
"Oh, that is simply wonderful," Mira said "And, Ruby, one last thing? It's just Mira."
"Yes, O'Mira, Mother of a- I mean, yes, Mira!"
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