User blog:Verminfate/The Revenge of the Tyrants

Extract from the writings of Abbess Germaine of Redwall Abbey

''My, what a lovely summer's evening this is. The last rays of sunlight are glittering off of the Abbey pond. The Dibbuns are picking the last strawberries of the season. I'm glad that all of the creatures that live at Redwall are safe now. Why is this thought in my mind, you may ask? Well it all started when Martin, our Abbey Champion, went out to take a stroll on an evening like this, about twelve seasons ago....''

Martin the Warrior strode out of Redwall Abbey into Mossflower Woods. Sometimes he just liked to get away from everything and spend time alone with his thoughts. He breathed in the smells of the woodlands in summer, and sighed. He went on through the woods, sometimes meeting woodlanders who were on their way back to their homes. Suddenly he heard screams and wicked laughter coming from a short ways away. He raced over towards the sound and saw a big rat beating his club on an old, female mouse. The rat kicked at the old mouse, “What valuables 'ave ye got? Give 'em to me or I'll beat ya into the ground!” He swung the club down again and it hit the old mouse on the back of her head and she fell limp to the ground. The rat started to look through her belongings, when he heard a voice from in front of him, “Hey there, bully! Why don't you pick on somebeast that can actually fight back? Like me!” The rat looked up and saw Martin standing a few yards away. The vermin growled and said, “Get out of 'ere, mouse, or I'll make things all the worse for ye!” Martin shrugged, “Alright, if that's what you want...” Suddenly he charged at the rat, bulling him over. He grabbed the vermin by the back of his neck and threw him to the ground. He stood on the rat's back, preventing him from getting up, and growled at the rat, “Now pay heed, vermin! I'll let you go, but if I catch you attacking poor, helpless creatures again, then I won't be so merciful. Understood?” The rat gave a muffled groan and Martin let him up. The rat took off running into the woods. The warrior mouse went over to where the old mouse lay, and held her up. He shook his head sadly when he saw that she was already dead. Then he heard a soft crying noise. He looked down and saw a small bundle on the old mouse's back. He picked it up and uncovered it to see a baby mouse just a few weeks old. Martin smiled and stroked it's head, whispering, “It's okay little one. I'll protect you.” He picked up the small bundle and then dug a little grave under a beech tree, and put the old mouse to rest. Then he took the baby mouse in his arms and carried it back to Redwall, whispering to it, “Don't worry. I'll give you a nice home at Redwall, little Rylo.”

''As I said, twelve seasons had passed from then, and Rylo had become like a son to Martin. He had grown into a fine young mouse, and he loved Martin dearly. He had also become great friends with Martin's best pals Gonff and Dinny, and he even started to picked up some habits from that fiesty Mousethief. Yes, Rylo was very dear to us all. And he even had an admirer, a young mousemaid named Rosily. They were inseperable. Martin asked everybeast to not tell Rylo about either of their pasts, and we all agreed. Unfortunately that had some dire consequences.''

Vulpuz, the Ruler of Death, sat on his huge throne deep within the core of the earth. He was a huge fox, almost the size of a wolf, and his fur was literally fire red. Hot flames shot up from his body whenever he moved. His eyes were an eerie, burning reddish-yellow, and they blazed with malice. He sat at the entrance of lower Dark Forest, awaiting the souls of dead creatures to enter his black domain. Nobeast knew what lay beyond the gates. Except him. His guards were foxes like himself, and they too had flaming fur. They hardly ever spoke, and they obeyed their master's every word. Two of them came up to his evil, black throne that was in the shape of a skull, and bowed. Vulpuz stared at them, his red eyes burning, and he spoke in a deep, evil voice, “What is it, Infernax?” Infernax, the leader of the guards, bowed and spoke in a soft, raspy voice, “O Lord of Hellgates, I wish to tell thee that two of thy prisoners wish to speak with thee.” Vulpuz nodded, “Bring them in.” More guards came in, followed by the spirits of two creatures, a stoat and a wildcat. They were bound with heavy chains so as to keep them from escaping Dark Forest. Vulpuz glared at them, “What dost thou want?” The female wildcat spoke, “O Master of Darkness, we ask you to set us free for a short time.” The Ruler of Death's firey body burst out in a rage of flames, “Why should I let thee free to roam the earth among the living?” The stoat spoke next, “O great Vulpuz, we only wish to go to earth to bring back the soul of another creature and to cause chaos and hatred among the living.” Vulpuz growled, “Whom is this creature whose soul thou wishes to bring down here?” The stoat and the wildcat smiled evilly at each other, and the wildcat said, “The creature that we wish to bring here, O Emperor of Wickedness, is the spirit of a mouse. Martin the Warrior of Redwall Abbey!”