User blog:Ariyh/Haunted

Haunted By Ariyh

Chapter one: Running...

A young ferretmaid ran through the woods to where her mate waited for her at the center of mossflower woods. She had been followed by an unknown hunter, pursued until she had dropped. Exhausted, she had curled up behind a rock outcropping where she guessed that no one would find her there.

She had awoken alone only to be pursued even farther. She was en route to her dwelling where her mate waited for her. Her name was Katya. The name of her mate was Mikhail, a ferret like herself. As she neared her dwelling, she knew something was off. Mikhail was not there, outside waiting like he always was. She ventured inside, aware that the door was hanging open on one hinge. There, in a mixed pool of moonlight and blood lay Mikhail, a deep gash in his chest running across his lower torso. Tears sprang unbidden to Katya’s eyes, as she whispered; “No….No…no, no, NO!” A deep malicious chuckle behind her caused her to whirl round. A tall weasel stood in the doorway, his cutlass dripping with blood. Stifling a scream of terror, Katya turned and bolted for the back door, forcing it open even as the weasel strode towards her. Katya ran for her life, twisting and turning, attempting to throw off her pursuer. Looking over her shoulder, she failed to see and ran into a bramble thicket. She gasped as the sharp needles stung her and she soon found that struggling was entirely useless. There was nothing else for it: Katya reached down and unbuckled her belt, sliding smoothly out of her tunic and free of the bush. The cool night air swept over her naked body, ruffling her fur and causing her to shudder.

A telltale noise in a bunch of greenery caused her to jump and, having no time to retrieve her tunic, she bolted. She ran for as long as she could, some kind of inner terror keeping her awake and running. Soon she sighted a huge Redstone structure and, slowing to a walk, Katya apprehensively stepped out onto the path. She came up to the structure and pounded on the gates, pleading;”Please let me in! Please open up I need help!” A figure on the wall top noticed her, waving to her as it went to unbar the gate. Suddenly, Katya felt something hot on the nape of her neck. She spun round, coming to see the weasel directly behind her.

He smiled evilly and glanced down at her midriff. She looked down and was surprised to see the cutlass blade protruding from her side. A sudden agony engulfed her as he drew it out with a sharp jerk. She fell to her knees, a grunt of pain escaping her lips as her attacker disappeared into the woods. She lay on the ground, bleeding in the dust, aware that she had failed to escape her hunter and she felt defeat creep over her. A tall, odd figure stood over her, murmuring to her in a soft voice. The last thing she heard before slipping into mercifully painless coma was; “c’mon, lets getya to the infirmary.”

The first thing that assaulted Katya’s vision was a harsh blinding light. She spoke her thought aloud, her voice sounding alien and unfamiliar in her ears; “Am I…dead?” A warm, friendly voice spoke to her; “No, my child, you are safe at the abbey of Redwall.” Slowly, Katya opened her eyes. The world before her was blurry, a mixture of shades of red green and white. Slowly, everything came into focus, allowing her to see an young, oddly dressed mouse sitting beside the bed that she lay on. She went to sit up, and immediately regretted it.

A sharp, agonizing pain assaulted her wounded body. She looked down at her side through a haze of intense pain. With a gasp of pain, Katya lay down again. The young mouse took a damp cloth and wiped her forehead. “Careful, young one. You need rest.” “W-who are you?” she questioned. He answered: “I am Casca, father abbot of Redwall abbey. Katya sank into a deep sleep, repeating the name over and over in her mind: Redwall abbey…red…wall...Red…wall…abbey…