User blog:Pinya of The Long Patrol/Pinya of The Long Patrol

Prologue
Ships sat lifelessly on the ocean; it still without a disturbance. Below the ships' decks, all life either sleep or in the the chamber of Aerona the Slaughter. This stoat beautiful had the beauty of a otter gal but the mind of a man beast.

Aerona used her mind to get her desire; a fortress. She had a large gang of vermin, whom was all under her order. 'Magic' was also a weapon used to her, plus a large pitchfork with three tips. A badger medallion hung around her neck, heavy and shinning. Several ear rings sat in her ears, making them droop a bit. Bracelets clanked on her wrist, wide and open. But the only thing the could be seen in the darkness was her villainous violet eyes. Aerona spoke with cruels added to it, giving it a deathly tone.


 * "Salamandastron...Salamandastron; sounds so..so sharp." she laughed silently. "Like a newly made blade, curved by the most precious of paws." Aerona stood up, robs waving freely out the chair. Walking to the table nearby, she peered at it. A map laid flat, of the new country she was going to conquer. "Mossflower. And look at that-" her claw poked a spot on the map. "Redwall Abbey; not as nice, but I can make somthin' out of it."

Leaving her den, Aerona came aboard deck; but her crew were nowhere in sight. The stay of the other ships, this one she commanded alone. The stars hovered above the stoat; up, far up. To her, only a paw's reach. Aerona reached out, and made her paw into a fist; like she grabbed a orb of light.

Holding it back to her, she whispered in a high voice...


 * Little stripe dog, little rabbits, 
 * your fate has come. 
 * For I have accepted, 
 * the goal undone. 
 * Your mountain is free, 
 * enjoy now. 
 * For Aerona's the one, 
 * to take it down. 
 * So little stripe one, 
 * little striped one, 
 * Take your hares. 
 * Leave the place, 
 * where hell isn't rare. 
 * But I, Aerona, promise this, 
 * little stripe one and hares 
 * You must think now... 
 * 'cause your death nears.

The finally part rung out over the ocean's surface like waves. So high, so deadly. Pinya Dillworty jolted up in her bed; looking over ther window, she saw nothing; but she knew what she heard. Place on a clean smock over her night clothes, she ran out, shouting.


 * "Mu'lord! Mu'lord! Aerona t'Slaughter comes!"