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Teranight
Chapter Seven
Pyr Teranight stood at the head of a huge army of three-hundred ferrets. She surveyed them approvingly. They were fully trained and could conquer any village. Darklair walked up beside her. They were ready. On the other side of the city was another army of ferrets under the command of Redflash and Blackdeath. The armies were completely silent. They knew what their leaders wished. Pyr judged that it was time. She stepped toward the army. "We march!" she cried, and instantly the army let out a cry of, "Teranight!" and moved forward at a rapid pace.
Ashira began travelling southward. She had been only in the very southwestern part of Mossflower, so she was soon travelling across hilly plains. Her destination was very close now.
Today had been appointed to be the nameday, but it had to be postponed since the able-bodied creatures were training for war, and those who were not training could not prepare as quickly. Thus nameday was put off for a week. The doors of the abbey clanged shut as Eire the hare set out along the path once more. This time she was headed westward to Salamandastron. The way was much easier than it had been in the old days, for now there was a path, and in place of the ford on the river was a rough bridge. The dress she wore was not the type normally used for travelling the dusty roads. It consisted of blue dress and sleeves, and a white bodice. In place of her usual blue slippers, however, were soft white boots. She looked at the sun. She should be able to make it to the bridge today. It didn't look like it would rain, the clouds were still small and fleecy, and it was a little past noon. She wouldn't have to bother with setting up a tent. She should make it to Salamandastron within a fortnight.
Escal, the captain of the ferrets under the command of Redflash and Blackdeath, walked boldly to where Blackdeath walked along behind the army. "Sir," he said, "Our scouts have reported a village ahead." Blackdeath smiled. "Prepare for an attack," was his order.
Aelin the beaver lay contentedly in her small home in her village, Tura. Her father and mother were sitting up by the fire. She lay in her warm bed in the one-room hut, thinking about what the next day would bring. Suddenly, a flaming arrow pierced the roof. Her mother screamed, and Aelin jumped up as her father pushed her and her mother under the bed, then crawled under himself. Another hail of arrows pierced the roof. The door was kicked in, and half a score of ferrets entered the hut. "Search the place," yelled the one who was obviously in charge. "Remember, no killing. Take them prisoners and give them to lord Blackdeath." The weasels pulled the matress off the bed, looked in the cupboards, then one of them peered under the bed. "I found 'em," he yelled as he reached in to grab Aelin's father. He tried to bite the ferret with his sharp teeth, but it was too cramped under the bed, and he couldn't reach the guards hand. He was yanked cruelly out. Aelin's mother was next. The scattered the ashes from the fire, then left the hut. And no one had noticed Aelin.
Dimitri's Quest
Mattirose
Prolouge
Redeyes, the red eyed ferret, looked up at the darkening sky. It would soon rain. His eyes strayed toward his hoard.
"Grimtail!" Redeyes shouted. A grey rat appered at his side.
"Yes Master?" Grimtail rasped in his hoarse voice.
"Rouse the hoard, we march south tommarow." Redeyes said. As he pulled his cloak tighter around him. The rain had begun.
"South Master?" Grimtail asked. He was confused. Why leave the Northlands where they were respected and feared.
"Yes, fool I said south. Badfang and his scouts have told me there is an abbey there. I believe it is called Redwall." Redeyes replied angrily. "Oh, and Grimtail..." Redeyes began.
"Yes, Sire?" Grimtail asked
"Don't ever question me again...we don't want to have a messy situation." Redeyes finished as he walked away from the trembling rat.
"Y-yes, S-sire." Grimtail gulped visibly shaken. He had been spared his master's wrath.
Chapter 1
"Dimitri! Dimmiittrrii! Where are you?!" Saykin, the squirrel, called. He was surprised to here a voice from behind him.
"Saykin here I am!" the voice called. In the twilight shadows the squirrel couldn't make out the animal who had called.
"Dimitri? Is that you?!" Saykin asked trying to hide his fear. That mouse! He thought angrily, he is always trying to scare me! "Dimitri, come on out you scamp!" The squirrel tried to conceal his surprise as a pure balck mouse materialized out of the evening gloom. "There you are you rogue!" Saykin shouted angrily. He liked Dimitri, but sometimes that mouse got on his nerves!
"Scamp? Rogue?! Come on Saykin, you sound like an old squirrel mother! You're only a seanson older than me." Dimitri said defiantly, puffing out his chest comically. "Come Saykin, or you'll be late for dinner." He mocked the squirrel. He left Saykin fuming with annoyance at him. He giggled silently. Annoying Saykin was his favourite sport. The Matthias and Methusala tolled out, proclaiming the dinner meal.
"Dimitri, hurry up!" called Hazel, Saykin's sister, "or you are gonna be late an' mighty an' hungry!"
"Why do you say that, Hazel?" he asked.
"'Cause the Long Patrol, from Salamandastron is 'ere!" she shouted. "We'll be eaten out of abbey an' kitchen!"
"Ack, hurry then guys!" a voice called.
"Hey Mattirose!" Dimitri yelled back. Mattirose was one of his really good friends, even though she was a mousemaid.
The two ran to the Great Hall just as dinner was being served. The venrable Abbess Hyzenthelay rose from her seat.
"Friends and visiters, I welcome you to our table and home." she proclaimed. "Eat well and sleep well my friends..." she went on to say how the Long Patrol was always welcome and so on. Mattirose and Dimitri sank lower into their seats. When was there ever going to be some action around here, they thought. Little did they know that that action would be coming closer in the following days.
Redeyes left for his tent. Once inside he took of his cloak and fell onto his bed. His mate, Xandra, looked at him.
"What do ye want?!" Redeyes asked angrily. He and the female ferret were always fighting about something.
"Nothing much" Xandra scowled and looked the other way. Males always the same. Conquer this, conquer that. Why weren't they happy with what they had?
Redeyes blanched at the insult. "Aw give yer gob a rest!" he spat.
Females always moody about something. He growled.
"And why, may I ask, are we traveling south?' Xandra asked.
"'Cause I make the rules 'round 'ere,woman." Redeyes sneered that would get her. She hated being called woman. Xandra winced.
"You're a pig, Redeyes, a pig!" she grinned, that would get him.
"Aye maybe so, but a pig needs 'is sow! Hardeharhar!" Redeyes laughted.
Xandra looked at him with pure hate in her eyes, then left. Redeyes smiled. Women, females, whatever you called them were all the same.
All spunk and no brains!
The Loyalists of Redwall.... (TLoR)
Chapter One
Mattirose
Hot sun beat down on the slaves who toiled under the ever watchful eye of Bladeclaw. Bladeclaw smiled at the woodlanders suffering. Soft, peaceful beasts, too stupid for their own good.
Above the slave-master, sat the warlord of the land. Kashmir Whip-Scum, looked every inch the barbaric conqueror, in his position on the very ornate chair he had plundered from the
silly beast's abbey. In full armor, he too smiled cruely at the slaves who labored in the pits below, making his fortress grand and large.
Below in the slave pit, pitiful forms of woodland creatures trudged around in the dirt making a large and sturdy wall around the great building that had once been their home. Redwall Abbey. The name had a certain light to it. A young mouse wiped a tear from his eye as he remembered his days when Redwall was not infested with vile vermin. A young otter came up to him from behind "C'mon, Thad, we'd better get to work afore Bladeclaw sees our slackin'" she whispered. He nodded and quickly wiped his eye with the sleeve of his worn
and filthy habit.
The pine marten warlord was bored. "Bladeclaw!" he shouted. The stoat came to his side.
"Yes, Sire?" he questioned.
"When is this damn wall going to be done?!" demanded the warlord. Nervously, Bladeclaw paced from side to side.
"Er...well...you see, Sire, there aren't enough slaves to finish the wall by winter an---" Bladeclaw was cut off as Kashmir grabbed his neck with his vice-like paws.
"I don't want excuses! I want my fortress completed by autumn! Got that?" he yelled. Bladeclaw nodded, and Kashmir dropped him unceremoniously unto the ground. Ever grateful, Baldeclaw struggled to regain his breath. He knew he
was lucky to have not been killed, or even worse. He shuddered when he thought of it.
Far away from the horrible lifestyle in Mossflower Wood, sat another abbey at the shores of the ocean. It was called Galedeep Abbey. Long ago it had been forgotten why it was called so, but the elders told of a great otter named Finnbarr Galedeep. The other abbey inhabitants merely laughed at this notion. Different from how Redwall once was, Galedeep was more of a fortress dedicated to keeping the shores free from searats. Also, this abbey's order was that of otters. However, much else was the same of the two abbey's.
Wyndwave Water-Strike sat overlooking the sea on the abbey ramparts. Hearing a noise from behind her she spoke.
"Ahoy, Piker!" she yelled without checking to see who it was.
"Blimey, slap me rudder, how doya know it's me matey?" Piker Storm-Swept joked as he joined his friend at her lookout. She chuckled.
"Sixth sense, matey, always 'ave 'ad it." Piker nodded. "Whatcha doin' up 'ere anyways?" he asked.
She sighed, "Whatchin' for trouble." Piker smiled. "You just 'ate lazy years doncha?" She nodded. "I have a funny feelin' that something bad is goin' on an' we should be helpin'."
Piker shrugged it off. "I'm sure it's nothin', Wyndwave." She was silent. The lapping waves seemed to ease her troubled mind. Piker took her paw, and together, the two walked into the abbey. Wyndwave, however, couldn't shake the feeling that something horrible was
happening.
Deep in the vastness of Mossflower, a dead tree stood in the middle of the glad. In the lengthening evening shadows, a figure glided over to it's base. Placing a paw on it's knothole, a secret door swung open. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen them open the base, the cloaked figure walked into
the tree. On closer inspection, you would see stairs leading downward, a seeming endless spiral of earthen steps.
Finally, the creature reached the bottom, where the atmosphere was dense, heavy, and melancholy. Slowly, the being made their way toward a large table, in which five other cloaked figures sat.
"You are late, Warrior." a voice boomed from the head of the table. The reprimanded mad an elegant bow.
"I am dreadfully sorry, Sir," the figures voice was clearly female,"but I was checking..." the louder, gruffer voice cut her off.
"That is no excuse! Do you know that you could have been caught?" demanded the head of the group. The other merely nodded, and took a seat next to another cloaked figure.
"All right, we can take our cloaks off now." the gruff sounding voiced commanded. With sighs of relief, the creatures removed their cloaks. Now looking at the table you saw that the original figure was a young mousemaid. She had golden brown fur, with deep blue eyes. Her hair was a light brown cut to shoulder length. She was fierce looking, yet beautiful and mysterious.
Next to her was a tough and battle scared otter. He was very muscled, and had an array of daggers crossing his chest, held by a piece of firm leather. The gruff head of the group was a female badger with a red head stripe, they rest of her body was a bright silver.
"Okay, the first order of today is our Revolt." the badger, Redsilver, began." As you know, our people have been under the iron paw of Kashmir for about two years. We are ready to liberate our people." The mouse stood up.
"I think that we should go now! Under the cover of night." she declared. Redsilver, smiled wanly.
"Look, missie! I don't want to hear your whining. We will save our people when we have enough creatures to help us!"
"Red! We have so many already! We have enough. I think that ---" Redsilver stopped her with a stern glare and a growl. "Songrose! I don't want to hear this anymore! Without our abbess here I am in charge." Song sighed and slumped into her chair. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do? I am the
Warrioress of Redwall. And without Redwall I am nothing!" Her companion, Skipper of Otters, put a paw around her shoulders.
"Song, matey, I have my whole holt in there. Please don't make it 'arder then it already is." She looked at him. "I know, I just miss them all so much" Tears poured out of her eyes, as she clung to the hilt of her magnificent sword.
"I love them all so much! They are all suffering there! I can't take it." she grabbed her cloak, and stormed out of the meeting hall. A young mouse rose to go and retrieve her, but Redsilver held a restraining paw to him.
"Let her go Chad. She needs some time alone." Chad looked at her.
"Marm, I think she's gonna try to save them." Red looked to the ceiling and sighed sadly.
"Yes, she probably will."
The Raising of the Gate: A Tale From Redwall
Bobtail
In the early hours of the day, when dew still clung on to the blades of grass, Gonff was born. Named after his father, the Prince of Mousetheives, Gonff was a surprise to the whole abbey. He had been born on the same day as the raising of Redwall's front gate. Immediately plans were made to make the feast and festivities more wonderful than before. Animals from all around came to the abbey, helping them get ready for the afternoon celebration. Even the hares of the Long Patrol had traveled from Salamandastron to help out.
Down in the kitchens, everyone was nervous, especially Friar Harden. "Be careful with that cake, Ferdy, don't let it fall off the platter. Coggs! stir the pudding slowly, we want it in the bowl, not around the room. Good work, Sunflower, keep the cream nice and smooth."
"How's it goin' ol chap?"
"It would be nicer if you didn't have your paws in all the food, Starbuck. Go take these jugs down to the cellar, Bella is finished with them", Starbuck left, muttering something about how he was treated. The dibbuns of the abbey were outside, setting the tables and helping with the decorations. One particularly small mouse, Bunfold by name, was underneath one of the tables eating some candied chestnuts he had stored there last night.
The Abbess noted the small movement underneath the tablecloth. Hmmm...I wonder what's under there." She walked over and lifted the cloth hiding the fat little mouse. "Bunfold! What're you doing underneath the table? Come on, out you go." Germaine carried the mouse off to get cleaned, for his habit was stained and dirty. Soon everything was ready. The gate had been set exactly below the archway, ready to be lifted into place. The otters, headed by Skipper, stood waiting for a signal from the Abbess.
Each person had a special place alongside the gate, to help lift it. The squirrels were an the walltop with ropes. The Abbess was in the middle of the wall's walkway. Everyone stood watching her. With a clear, peaceful, yet urgent voice, the Abbess called, "Let the Raising of the Gate commence!" Immediately all the beasts pushed on the gate or pulled on the ropes.
The gate slowly rose, one foot, then three feet, then seven feet. Soon most of the animals had let go of their side, while the otters and the squirrels pushed and pulled. Within a few minutes, the gate was up! The otters quickly hammered the gate hinges to the wall. Then everyone stood back, looking at the structure. There it stood, the Gate of Redwall, to keep abbeydwellers save, and evil away. With it's great oak finish, brass locks and hinges, The wall was complete. Slowly the creatures left and took their place at the table, where wonderful smells drifted from the covered platters.
The Friar took his place next to Abbess Germaine, waiting to say his words. "This year, because of all the hard work in building the abbey, I have not been able to prepare a large trout, which is a Loamhedge custom. Instead, I present before our great abbess..." He paused a moment for effect, "Grayling al a Harden!" Cheers came up from all sides of the tables. Two young apprentices rolled out an enormous grayling, with all sorts of dressings and flavorings. Harden continued with his speech. "As is customary of all abbots and abbesses, I would like to give you the first serving." With that, he took a plate and put a large piece of the fish on to it. All eyes were on Germaine as the abbess took the first bite. Her face was a look of wonder, as she continued at a slightly faster pace. When she had swallowed, she looked at the Friar and announced, "This fish is more than good, it's marvelous!" All the creatures waited (though not all of them were patient) as the platter came around the tables. The feast had begun! Even Culombine was there, though not eating much and tending her young one. All sorts of chattering could be heard all around the orchard as the day slowly passed on.
By evening most of the food was gone, and all of the animals were sitting at the lakes edge, while Bella, as well as many others, competed in a singing contest. All of the songs were good, but no one doubted that Breeze, the hare, had the best voice of them all. Skipper of otters clapped so hard that he knocked himself over, heavy from all he had eaten. Unfortunately he was right at the water's edge! Lady Amber went quickly into action, and barely saved the otter captain from drowning. He sat the rest of the evening telling stories in the orchard, staying away from the lake. After a bit of dancing and riddling, the abbeydwellers decided it was time to rest. the fires were put out, the dibbuns were shooed to bed, and the otters left for the river. Gonff and his family stayed at the abbey, not wanting to travel with the baby.
Night settled over Mossflower, and all were at peace.
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