User blog:Mousieboy232/Tears of a Warrior

Prologue
Mattimeo polished his sword as Tess made hot vegetable soup. Mattimeo was sitting next to his son Martin II, the baby mouse was in a bassinet made from wicker. Tess smiled at her husband as she stirred the soup with a wooden ladle in the big cauldron. However, at Cavern Hole, a sick Abbot Mordalfus laid in his bed, coughing severely. Constance badger passed away, seasons ago. Basil Stag Hare, rested in rocking chair, tears welling in his eyes. Elderly John Churchmouse and Mrs. Churchmouse all gathered, as well as the retired warrior Matthias and Cornflower.

"M-M-M-Matthias. Please get Mattimeo here. I want to see him one last time."

Mordalfus said weakly.

"I will do that. Father Abbot."

Matthias said as tears ran down his cheek and off his whiskers. Just before Mattimeo and Tess could eat, they were summomed by Matthias.

"Son, I have bad news, it's old Mordalfus."

Matthias said as he choked on the words. Mattimeo's eyes became watery. Matthias had lead Mattimeo and Tess to the dying mouse.

"Mattimeo, I remember when you were a little dibbun, oh hoho, how mischievous you were. *Cough cough* After Slagar had kidnapped you, you became stronger. No longer the Abbey Brat. You're a warrior, just like your father. Now, I shall join Martin, Mortimer, Methuselah, and Constance in the Great Forest."

The old mouse said as he closed his eyes, never to open them again. This death had made everyone in the Abbey weep and moan. The mouring had just begun, who would be the new Abbot/Abbess to guide the woodlanders who dwelled behind the walls. Foremole, decended of Foremole and his crew grabbed shovels and hummed a sad tune as they dug the former Abbot's grave. Tess was weeping on Mattimeo's shoulder, who was also crying, but in silence. Basil couldn't hold back the tears as he cried in his sleeve. Sam, Cheek, and Tim sat on the back pew weeping as well. And too add insult to injury the rain fell upon the weeping Abbey Dwellers.

At St. Ninians Church, a grey fox was sitting in the window sill twirling around a curved dirk. He twirled his sword as the raindrops fell down to the earth. The fox wore a white blouse and over it, a red and black coat, like Basil's. He had a leather belt wrapped around his waist, and he wore a black glove on his right paw. A black furred weasel with a white stripe across his belly, wielding a hatchet walked up to the fox.

"Hey, Master Nikos, what are pondering about?"

The weasel asked his commander. Nikos slowly turned his gaze to the weasel captain and he smiled, revealing his left fang to be made from gold.

"You know what I am going to do, Vikk."

Nikos said devilishly.