User blog:Llamao/Vaheenra Longfletch: Book One

Chapter 1
A horrendous shriek ripped through the sky as wind blew the trees in Mossflower woods to a breaking point, and timber groaned as the mighty structures were strung up from their roots like toys. Pouring rain flashed sideways, drenching the ground in puddles. Birds fluttered helplessly in the air, and anybeast unlucky enough to be outside of its dwelling would face the wrath of the Nadezca Flintshard!

Nadezca Flintshard stalked out of an otter dwelling, his claws stained with blood, and the hoots of his soldiers behind him. The ferret licked his claws maliciously as he squinted his indigo flecked eyes and scanned the woods. Taking his yew bow and an arrow, the ferret stretched the bow to a length that no creature could match, and taking aim, he let the arrow fly. He was rewarded by the muffled scream of the young otter who had thought himself lucky enough to escape Nadezca. Nobeast escaped Nadezca.

Turning to one of his captains, Nadezca asked, "Yaar, where be this Abbey ye speak of, Chamon?"

The stout ferret replied, "Tis' a good days march West and through the water meadows." The ferret smiled as he looked at his carefree soldiers lying about under the shelter of big-leaved trees. Turning around, he swiftly hurled a dagger at a nearby stoat, instantly slaying the unfortunate creature. The other vermin instantly stood rigidly to attention. "If ye want te be left 'ere like this soldier was, then I kin arrange for that. Ye ken? Now get off yer filthy paws and march. We go to de' Abbey o' Redwall!" Nadezca, always the observant creature, glanced around at his crew of twenty. The main crew were waiting by the water meadows, while his ferret captain Frild led a large group towards Salamandastron, the mountain stronghold of badgers. Only ferrets were captains in Nadezca's hord. The warlord did not trust other vermin. Once Nadezca conquered the Abbey, he would lead his forces to Salamandastron to finish off the task he had sent Frild to start. Suddenly, the ferret espied a stoat at the back of the march conversing with a nearby weasel. Like a shadow, Nadezca slipped in between them, looking no different than any other soldier.

"Arrh, matey, poor Muska, e' never did anythin' to upset the mighty Nadezca. I'll reckon tha-" The stoat got no further as the dagger of Nadezca was buried deep into his throat. He gave a soft gurgle and then his body thudded to the ground. Nadezca picked the blade up and wiped it on the carcass. One look from the ferret was enough to tell the weasel to keep on marching. When it came to blades, the ferret knew how to handle them. The ferret was a master at throwing knives, and was one of the best with a bow and arrow. A pure assassin. However, his attire was no different than any other soldier in his hordes. Nadezca was smart, and he knew that when the enemy looked for a leader, they would never find one.

"Hahaar, dis' Abbey's best be watching out, cos' de hordes o' Nadezca Flintshard are comin' yer way!