Oops. I wrote Snitchlye, didn't I? I did! I meant Singechlye, pronounced sing-etch-lye.





Not given to tears, Nightshade arose and left the clearing. Lost in thought, she stumbled over a shard of limestone. . .limestone??? She bent down, picking the shard up. Yes, it was limestone. She looked up slowly. . .and up. . .and up. . .and up! A huge limestone pillar stood in her path, blocking her in. The only way out was to. . .climb over it? She gritted her teeth and decided to try the impossible. She scaled the wall, which seemed never to end. Anywhere she found tiny cracks, she put a paw or claw in. The wall seemed to be leaning outward. She climbed for what seemed an eternity, and suddenly-she reached the top. It was flat, with sloping edges, like an altar, with a hole in the middle. An inscription was carved in a flat stone, and she could not interperate it. It read:



"Wolb htod dniw erehw, emit ni erutuf

Nwonknu seno dna seno devol fo sevarg revo

Tem eno yls dna gnaf

Tey dna

Sdneirf emoceb seimene rettib

Dnelb dneirf htiw eof

Reve nath regonorts

Rehtegot."



She could make no sense of it. It was just mixed up letters, with no meaning to any of them. She tried to lift the tablet, and stumbled backward, dropping the stone. She landed in the hole. The walls were smooth, and found no purchase. She felt the air rushing by her as she dropped. She hit her head on the wall and saw stars. A smell reached her nostrils, and her eyelids grew heavy. Soon she fell asleep all together, urged on by the smell.



She awoke ontop of the pillar. She climbed down the side, not realizing it was the side she had climbed up. She walked through the woods and came to a clearing that looked strangely familiar. Inface, the whole clearing did, except for the fact there were no bodies, turtle or other. She saw a mess of feathers, and walked over to the pile. It had been a bird of some sort, big and red. It had been tied up when it had fallen from a tree with a metal platform on it. On the platform was a place where a fire had once burned, and there was a knife on a bench next to the fire pit. She walked back to the limestone, knowing she had gone the wrong way, but it too was gone. She began to feel nervous. What was going on? A wary feeling crept inside her stomach, worming its way to her throat. She walked past where the pillar had been, and on. The first thing she saw when she left the woods was destruction. Turtles everywhere, burning huts, fighting, and bodies. Carrotus was a mess. She saw signs advertising turtle things. A vague feeling entered her, and she somehow knew that she had gone foreward in time.

But always remember, the future can be changed. . .









Going t'have to wait for the next part, Slate fans!