User blog:Trisslivesinme/Vengeance and Wrath

Prolouge
The orphaned mousebabe looked around her. There was nothing but death and destruction around her. Her parents lay dead, and her village deserted and burned. A trail of blood flowed behind her from her horrific wounds, and her eyes were as red as her blood. She cried out over sea and sand,

“YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME, MIZORI SLECT! I AM ONLY TWENTY SEASONS, BUT SOMEDAY, I WILL GROW AND RETURN; RETURN TO AVENGE MY FAMILY!” The little mousemaid grabbed the dirk off her dead father’s body and stuck it in her belt.

“That will be my oath of vengeance. I shall carry this dirk with me everywhere, to remind me that I took it from my father’s dead body. I won’t rest until Mizori Slect is dead! I swear this on the memory of my father and mother!”

Chapter 1
Pallet and Racot, two Long Patrol Hares, galloped along the seashore. “I say, old chap, what do you make of that?” Pallet said as he pointed to what looked like a black mass in the sand.

“Hmm, got me completely baffled there, wot wot!” said Racot. The two bounded over to the black mass, and saw that it was a burnt-out hut. Burnt, but still standing. The only sign of life was a pile of smoking wood. The two hares inspected the tiny encampment, noting pots, a clothesline with washing, and multiple wood shavings scattered on the sand. Suddenly, a wooden javelin came out of the hut and just missed Pallet’s head!

“I say,” she exclaimed, “I think it’s time to make an exit, wot wot.”

“Move a muscle and I throw on target!” A harsh voice demanded from the hut. “What sort of creatures are you?”

“What sort of creature are you?” Racot inquired. “Ha, Coward! Are you too afraid to say your own name? I am Niama Raivo, daughter of brave warriors. My name means Vengeance and Wrath, for I was born by the dark of the moon!”

“Well, chap, you must be a jolly brave soul! Come out of hiding and meet some Long Patrol hares.”Pallet offered. That “Jolly Brave Soul” came rushing out of the hut, and it was not a pretty sight to see. Out came a mousemaid, clothed in a dress of sailcloth, with dark red scars covering her face. She was twirling a fearsome, battle-worn dirk and shouting “RAIVO AND WRATH!” at the top of her voice. The hares jumped back in surprise, but Pallet used her net (Which she always carried with a trident) to trap the crazed mousemaid. She struggled, kicked, and squirmed, but the thick net fibers constrained her.

“Be still, young ‘un, yore with friends, eh wot?” Pallet exclaimed.

“I have no friends in this world. I can trust no one.” The struggling mousemaid grunted.

“Excuse the intrusion on your little, er, camp marm, but we are Long Patrol hares. We are friends to the likes of you.” Racot said with a chuckle.

“Well, you aren’t searats or foxes, but show me proof that you are Long Patrol hares. You may be spies for Mizori Slect. And release me now!” Niama demanded. After the two hares showed Niama Raivo their official badges, Racot inquired of the mousemaid,

“So, young ‘un, you must be quite a bold one to charge out like that, so expertly wielding such a dangerous weapon. But, one question, why did you doubt our being Long Patrol hares? And who is this flippin’ Muzori Selch or whatever his bally name is?” Niama’s eyes narrowed as she spoke.

“For one thing, her name is Mizori Slect. The reason I doubted your being Long Patrol hares is because I am always alert for Mizori’s spies. She captures innocent creatures and forces them to spy for her or die! She murdered my family, and I vowed to avenge their deaths someday. This “dangerous weapon” is the dirk I took off my father’s body 28 seasons ago, when they were murdered by the fox Mizori Slect and her ratcrew. Oh, and I am sorry about calling one of you a coward. I am just trying to protect myself in case Mizori travels this way again with her murderous horde. What are your names?”

“My name is Racot Felodica Puritu Himtiffer, officer in the Long Patrol of Salamandastron, wot wot. My partner here is Pallet I-don’t-absoballylutely- know-the-rest-of-her-name. She and I are officers in the Long Patrol, wot wot!” Racot responded, saying his own name in proper, superior tones. Niama nodded and, turning her head to Pallet, said

“Can you two take me to this Salamandastron place? My mother told me it was a place of Warriors, before she was mercilessly slain!” The two hares looked at each other and back at the mousemaid.

“Lord Russano can accommodate you for a small bit, marm, but we think you should be among your own bally kind, wot wot.” Pallet said.

“Where are there more of my kind?” Niama whispered. Her eyes started to shine with a childlike innocence that was unusual to see in the eyes of such a warriormouse. The two hares smiled at her and took her hands.

“There is a place so flippin’ far away from this place that you think that you’re bally in another world, wot wot! It’s an Abbey called Redwall. Jolly best vittles around, wot!” Rascot described. “Good food? I haven’t had a decent meal in 28 seasons!” Niama exclaimed, still with that shine in her deep blue eyes. She and the two hares walked into the distance, with Racot going on and on about Redwall’s marvelous food.