User blog:Snowstripe the Fierce/Darkhelm - A Tale of Redwall

Salutations, fellow Martinians! It is I, Snowstripe the Fierce. Before you say anything (I'm looking at you, Ox XD), I have an announcement to make.

I am discontinuing every single fanfiction before this one. This is something I needed to address a long time ago, but I never wanted to admit the truth. The truth is, all of those fanfictions were made so close together and I made them on a whim (except the Spearmaid, that one took planning).

This one is different. I'm older now, I'm used to Wikia editing, have re-read all of the Redwall books, and I've taken some inspiration from them and other writers who probably know that I'm talking about them. This one I've had in my head for a while, and after months of inactivity, I believe it's time for me to get back to writing. This may be the last Redwall fanfiction I write on this Wiki, but it may not be. Whatever it may be, I'm sure that you'll enjoy it.

This fanfiction will fit into the Redwall timeline, and should take place about forty seasons after the events of The Rogue Crew. It doesn't explain anything, because I've noticed that it takes more effort to create more information instead of adding onto what already has been established. Not to say that prequels are bad, but sequels I've come to realize are easier, at least for me.

That being said, let's get on with the fic!

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The Kingdom of Night: a frightening sight, to those ill-prepared it would seem.

But a welcomed friend to no end

by those who love to dream.

Come journey through sunny meadows,

or churning seas in storm.

No need to dread, it's all in your head;

such things have become our norm.

In this Land of Visions,

what curious beast might you find?

'Twill be I, the Champion of Feathers,

and the Warrior of Mind!

Prologue
Herein is an entry from the writings of Abner, Father Brock of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.

Curious, isn't it? After all these seasons, and all of this greying of fur, and weakening of joints, my forepaws still work perfectly fine. Not even a single bit of pain. Oh well. I suppose the seasons want me to keep writing.

The harvest has been going quite well so far. The fruits and vegetables have come in and ripened quite nicely, especially the cauliflower. Never had much of a taste for it myself, but I suppose I better learn to like it, as it'll be something thing to eat come wintertime.

It gets chillier and chillier outside everyday now. The fire they keep roaring in Cavern Hole is scarcely enough for the beasts older than me, if you could believe such a beast existed. It's tempting to go down there, but I've got writing to do, and the spluttering fire in here's going to have to do.

Abbot Tadd's early morning waks around the lawns are getting shorter now, due to the cold. He's from southern Mossflower, so the winters we have here are colder than what he's used to. He's already considering naming this season "Autumn of the Shorter Walks". I don't think that's a very good name for an autumn, but then again, I'm not Father Abbot, seasons forbid I would. I've already got enough on my paws.

I better cut this entry short. The fire down in Cavern Hole is just too tempting, and I need the company of another badger. I promise I'll write more soon.

~ Abner, Gatekeeper Recorder, Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country.