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The Wandering Warriors written by Knux Rox

Redwall
Rated T
Action/Adventure/Fantasy
IN PROGRESS

Teaser:

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The rain continued for days, seeming endless in its attempt to blow the red stone walls down. Wind hammered against the walls of the main building like many paws wanting inside, and unable to find an entrance. But Redwall sat calm and unmoving in the ferocious storm as if mocking its strength.

Inside the sandstone walls of the main building, creatures were either asleep in their dormitories or wandering around looking for something to do around the giant abbey. Cavern Hole glowed with warmth as the fireplace spilled light across the room, making the shadows of the chairs where creatures sat lengthen greatly. In one particular chair sat a mole with its huge digging claws relaxed on the arms of the soft arm chair. He stared into the fire as sleep began to come over him and force his eyes shut. He tried to stay awake, but his attempts were futile to say the least. As soon as his droopy eyes closed, he instantly slipped into slumber.

The mole awoke to find himself standing out on the roof of the abbey, right next to the weather vein. Common knowledge told him not to look down, but he did anyway; only seeing mist covering the abbey grounds. Although relieved he couldn't see how high he was, he still grabbed a hold of the roof and held on for dear life. Then, he noticed somebeast standing in front of him, seeming to glow with the beautiful sunrise behind them. Looking up, the mole saw a familiar figure clad in armor standing on the roof as if it were solid ground.

The mouse looked down at the mole and smiled gently, instantly calming the frantic moles nerves. Then, taking his legendary sword from its scabbard, the mouse pointed towards the rising sun and began to speak softly.

Many warriors travel far from home,
Searching for one with the amber eyes.
They travel sea and land unknown,
First to come, will come from the skies.

The second will be as black as night,
But mistake him not for an evil heart.
Within his paws lie ferocious might,
And in this legend will play his part.

The third will come from mighty sea,
Not as a lonely creature, but two.
Travelling from far to come see me,
Together they search for home anew.

The fourth, a beast of the gallant band,
From the mountain of fire he is born.
Saved by friends from a faraway land,
From the path of old this one is torn.

From across the vast ocean of green,
And from the land of the rising sun.
Come warriors and friends to intervene,
Against the darkness that will come.

Martin the Warrior sheathed his sword, then began to walk towards the sun, which was now rising above Mossflower. The mole watched him go, then closed his eyes tight. When he opened them again, he was back in Cavern Hole, in the soft chair he had fallen asleep in. He quickly got to his feet and ran into the Great Hall, looking around for somebeast. When he spotted nobody, he ran as fast as his short legs could carry him across the large room and up the stairs.

Clovy was walking down the stairs leading to the Great Hall. He had appointed himself the duty of making sure the food was prepared for the morning, and making sure it tasted good enough for the other beasts. Quickly, he stepped onto the floor of the Great Hall and made for the kitchen, but didn't make it far before a small ball of velvety fur crashed into him and sent him sprawling.

The hare panicked, thinking he was being punished for attempting to raid the kitchen. "Oh no! Please don't lock me up! I wouldn't be able to survive on the food they give a chap in the confines you know! I would wither away to nothing." said the hare pleadingly.

The mole raised his paw and clamped the hares mouth shut. "Be quoiet loik! Youm be wanten to wake 'e entire abbey?" asked the mole.

Clovy looked at the mole and smiled comically. Slipping out of the moles grip, the hare stood up and dusted himself off. "Ya know Foremole, its right unsportin' of you to knock a feller over and not apologize." he said.

Foremole glared at him. "Oi surpose...but what were 'e doin' sneakin' arownd in 'e dark furr?" he asked curiously. The hare immediately looked around and acted like he didn't hear the mole.

"Anyway, were you lookin' for somethin'? Or were you just out for a jog, wot?" asked the hare.

"Oi needin' Sister Mary!" shouted the mole trying to get past the hare.

"This late?"

"Oi be visited boi Marthen 'E Wurriur! 'E tol' oi summat important!" he said as he stumbled up the stairs.

At hearing this, Clovy's ears stood strait up in surprise. "I say, you mean that fellow on the painting in there?" asked the young hare, but recieved no answer. "Poor little fellow. He must have knocked his beezer good to make him start seein' things. Oh well, he'll find Sister Wotserface and get it all fixed up." he said, then headed back towards the kitchen.

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