User blog:Hollyfire53/Myra Darktail's Legacy

Yeah I've taken over this for Myra, my *other* account for whom I forgot the log-in information :( So, yeah...

Prologue
A small wildcat sat on the banks of a creek surrounded by the forest, watching the sun sink below the trees. With a long sigh, she stood up and stretched, her cloak flapping in a passing twilight breeze. The wildcat said with a thick accent, “Ah, ze gloroz zun, going do zleep nah!” A stoat rattled the bushes. He stood up with a dagger in his left paw. His tunic rustled as well. “Mah lady, may Ah help...” He froze. “Yo ain't Lady Artangia! But yo sho' look lack 'er!” The wildcat's eyes glinted coldly. “Noo, I iz no Artangia. I iz Laddy Ztarlight Docktale, gu-ween off dese pods. Moi daughter, 'er name iz Myra Docktale, may uh, know dese Artangia. Ah, juzz lit me goo an' fin' 'er...” With a flash of ginger fur, Starlight Darktail was moving towards the trees behind where she had stood, leaving the stoat standing there. He growled in annoyance. “Yo waldgats sho' is snakey!” And he threw his dagger. It hit it's mark. With a scream, Starlight toppled to the ground. The stoat gasped. He heard a scream from behind and turned to see a beautiful wildcat behind him, with a quiverful of arrows. “You... you killed her.” The stoat bowed. “Ah... ah... did nay main tah kill 'er.” Myra stepped towards him. “But you did. But you did. What's your name?” The stoat bowed again. “Ah can nay tall yo, miz. Ah'm sorey.” Myra let off an arrow and it whizzed past the stoat's ear by a tiny bit. “I asked your name.” Trembling, he replied, “Ah have no' ah name. Motheh used tay coll meh... she colled meh Firey.” “Well, she isn't going to anymore, Fiery. I'll slay your whole hoard in revenge for my dear Mother.” Myra released an arrow, and the stoat crumbled to the ground like burnt toast.

Chapter One
Mother Mire, a fat old badger lady, grabbed the nearest dibbun and dunked him into the soapy bathwater. “In ye go, Tunga.” Tunga was a pudgy little molebabe. “No!” He squirmed around in Mire's paws, but he could not break free. Mire smiled. “Nay, ye shall nay go, un'ess tis in tay this 'ere tub.” She dunked the little molebabe into the tub. Suddenly a hare burst into the Redwall Abbey washroom. “Gen'ral Carn'l wan's ta' see ya, Motheh M're.” Mire straightened up as she called a pretty squirrelmaiden to come over. “Blaya, con ye come an' take care of yonder Tunga?” Blaya hurried over. “Yes'm.” She continued the washing of the molebabe. Finally free, Mire and the hare left the washroom. When the two creatures' time came to part ways, the hare said, “The Gen'ral's in yonder Gr't 'All, wi' Ab's Syron.” Mire nodded. “M'thanks, Runneh Stomm.” Storm nodded in reply, and hustled off to the right, leaving the badger mother to wander off towards the left, and the dining hall.

Chapter Two
General Carnell, a tall and lanky hare, but strong and swift in battle, as well as one of the only “lady warriors” serving under Lord Lightning, was waiting for Mother Mire in the Great Hall, just as the runner Storm had said. Mire nodded respectfully to Abbess Syron as well as the war General, who nodded towards a chair next to the Redwall Abbey Abbess. The badger took the seat gratefully. General Carnell spoke first. “You may have heard of Queen Artangia, the leader of the Burning Hordes of Vermin. She attacked and burned part of Mossflower Woods, as well as part of the Northern Lands. She has appeared back on our minds, as a threat. Last week, she finished her fortress, merely down the river from both us at Salamandastron and you in your Abbey. We have sources that confirm she is indeed gravitating towards attacking you first. I have come to warn, and to ask for permission to board a few of my troops as guards here for you.” Abbess Syron nodded gravely. “I thank you for your concern, and we would be most grateful for the protection of your hares. We...” There was an alarm bell from outside. “ATTACK!!” came the scream of the sentry.