Fionn The Parentice Chapter Summary

Chapter One: Fionn the Apprentice
On the small, secluded island of Isla, there was a fortified village called Rathrune where a small group of mice lived. It seemed like a nice place to live. It had good, well-built, wooden houses, it had a nice view of the sea and the mice who lived there were friendly and courteous.
But along the battlements was a young mouse named Fionn moping and sighing to himself while watching his friends playing on the nearby beach and swimming in the water. He envied them because he was stuck in the village. The reason why he couldn’t go out and play was that he had a lot of warrior training to do with his uncle, Cael who was also the chief of the village. Rathrune may have been his home but to Fionn, it was more like
He was sick and tired of being pushed around and losing to his uncle. He was fed up.
“Nephew, would you please just calm down,” said Cael.
“Calm down?!” Fionn shouted at his uncle. “Why am I wasting my time when I could be out having fun with my friends?!” Cael continued to try to console with Fionn. “You see, that’s where you are wrong, Fionn,” said Cael. “Having too much fun can be a waste of time. You need your youth to think about what you want to do with your life. And what is that?”
That was obvious to Fionn. In fact, he had said it dozens of times to Cael. The reason why he was training was to become like his father who was also a warrior and had gone off far away to the land of Tara to fight in the war against Lord Malus. But the problem was how was he to become a warrior while he was stuck in a dreary, old, rotten village like Rathrune? Fionn said nothing for he was still frustrated.
Cael went into the house leaving Fionn alone. They had done enough training for today.

Later in the evening, Cael and Fionn’s younger brother, Fergus was sitting at the table eating their dinner. Fionn finally arrived. He had been busy doing a lot of thinking alone in his room. He came in and sat down
But Fergus stopped him. “There’s one more thing I want to give you before you leave.”
Another thing? Fionn thought. What more could Fergus do for Fionn? He had already done so much for him already.
Reaching into his pocket, Fergus pulled out his very own slingshot. “I want you to have this.”
At first, Fionn refused to take it because Fergus once told him he wouldn’t give his prized slingshot to anyone. How was Fergus going to play his pranks and tricks on everyone without his slingshot? But Fergus insisted. His slingshot might come in handy if Fionn was in a tight spot. “I changed my mind,” said Fergus insisting on giving his slingshot to Fionn. “Besides, you’re going on a long and dangerous journey and you need it more than I do. Who knows? It might come in handy.”
Fionn could no longer refuse his stubbornly generous brother. Fergus had been too good to Fionn. He took Fergus’s slingshot and placed it in his pocket and said his farewells to his brother once again. “Goodbye, Fergus. I will see you again someday.”
“Goodbye, Fionn,” Fergus said as the two of them shook paws. “I’m proud of you and I hope I’ll make you