User blog:Snowpaw the Wild/The Past is Gone

I’m gonna begin at the beginning. Let’s put the credit where the credit belongs. I’d like to thank my brother for supporting my opinion that Martin should have told Gonff about Noonvale, my mom and dad for supplying me with a computer to write it on, and my grandma for giving us a reason for a road trip so I had so much time to write it.

Random: this was my first Redwall fanfiction idea.

I’m dedicating this to Lyth Streambattle. I don’t know if you meant to tell me what you did, Lyth, but I think that now I understand you better. I can only hope that one day you will read this and discover that though you have lost, and will lose again, you can also gain.

And as for the rest of you, no I’m not telling you what that was all about, so don’t bother asking.

As always, this is copywrited, the canon characters, events, places, and things belong to Brian Jacques, and I take full responsibility for the made-up ones.

Now, without further ado, this is my latest fanfiction. On my user page, I call it Ruined Life, but I sorta changed the name.

Prologue
“Matthias, what are you doing in all these musty old records?”

Matthias leapt up, exclaiming, “Oh! Father Abbot! I was looking for records of my family, who they were, and so forth, and records of Martin the Warrior. I still never get tired of hearing about the Warrior Mouse’s exploits.”

Abbot Mordalfus, or Alf, as he preferred to be called, came over to the young, newly-appointed Abbey Warrior and picked up a scroll. “What say I help you? I would like to hear about that myself. C’mon, keep up!”

***
“Look, Abbot Alf! Look at this!” Matthias held up a scroll entitled, ‘’The Last Quest of Martin the Warrior’’.

The Abbot took the scroll and examined it closely, opening it and reading the first few words. “This is amazing. According to our official records, Martin never went on another quest after he went to the North Shores to discover the fate of his father. But this isn’t about that. Listen to this;


 * ”’Tis said his father’s fate drove Martin from the warrior’s way,


 * “Or the fate of his beloved, at least, that is what some say.


 * “But I know the truth, and here will tell, what really changed his thought;


 * “And why he hid his wondrous sword, left to be forgot.”

Matthias was awestruck. “Why wouldn’t they tell the truth in the records?”

“Perhaps it tells us in this tale,” commented Mordalfus. “We can only read it to find out.” He sat down and unrolled the scroll a little bit. “’’We know the tale of Martin the Warrior, before he arrived in Mossflower and freed us from the reign of Kotir…’’”