User blog:Laria Wavedeep/Laria Wavedeep

'I am finally going to start to rewrite this story. This is dedicated to Skipper Rorc, Peony Laminar, Brockkers(Rose), Lorgo Galedeep, Nightpaw Streamspliter, Snowpaw the Wild, Sister Armel, Snowy Longname, and all the other users that are my friends. I hope you'll enjoy reading!'--Laria Wavedeep I am an otter of Redwall! 08:13, May 16, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue
The wind moaned and howled through the dark night, causing the fallen autumn leaves to rise off the ground and sweep through the air. The waves crashed against the sharp rocks that were standing on the shore. A light drizzle came, turning the sand into oozing mud. Lightning lit up the sky for a breath-taking moment, then the night returned to its former darkness once again. Vegetation hung off the edge of the towering cliffs, caves dotted along on different ledges.

In one such cave, a holt of sea otters slept, away from the rain and cold winds. Only some were awake, sitting by the fire. A female dozed against a male's shoulder, clutching a small bundle close to her. The male took the bundle from her and set it in his lap, chuckling softly.

A male, who was about the same age, asked, "Have you named her yet, Grall?" The otter looked up and replied.

"Her mother and I have named her Laria. Laria Wavedeep." An ancient looking female nodded.

"That's right, after my great-great grandmother, Laria."

Grall whispered, "Shouldn't both of ye be gettin' to beds? There's nought but to sleep this storm out. I have a feeling in my rudder that tomorrow will be a fine day." He planted a light kiss on the ancient one's cheek. "Goodnight, Frewn, beauty." He nodded at the other male. "Goodnight, Werlan, mate." His best friend lay down and winked.

"G'night, Grall. Sweet dreams!" Werlan snorted softly in good humor and an instant later, fell asleep. Grall stayed awake, staring into the dying flames of the fire. He tickled the babe's nose lightly, and the little otterbabe growled slightly and moved in its slumber. Grall repeated the babe's name over and over again until he too, fell asleep.

Outside, the fierce storm showed no signs of ceasing, but continued to rage on. Far out, in the deep sea, a ship moved forward slowly, riding each wave. Its mast was broken and its sailcloths ripped and cut from the battering rain. Although it was in need of repairs, it still moved closer to the shore. And closer.