User blog:Ferretmaiden/Folgrims Past

Book one. Blood
'It was everywhere. It splattered the grass, it covered the ground, and it turned the stream red. Blood….' Folgrim woke with a start. Just a dream, a nightmare. As he pulled his tunic on he thought hard. This was the third time in a row he had had this dream. Was there more to the blood? Was it something in his past, or was it something that would come true? He shuddered. Maybe it was both. Folgrim stared out his one good eye at the room surrounding him. It was filled with beds, all with sleeping Abbey dwellers. He smiled as he saw a tiny squirrel babe sleeping peacefully in a bed which made the babe look smaller than reality. Folgrim felt a pang of envy. They could all sleep without worry of dreams haunting they’re waking moments. He stepped into a quiet hallway and descended some steps. He turned to an even greater hallway and stepped into a looming space, filled with tables and chairs. He walked until he reached a set of large doors and opened them quietly. Seasons forbid he wake the others and have Bella the badger mum scolding him for lack of respect of other beasts slumber. As he stepped into the abbey grounds he saw Martin sitting on an upturned wheelbarrow. The mouse beckoned to him and motioned him to sit beside him. Folgrim obliged and sat on the wheelbarrow on Martin’s right side. The mouse smiled at him. “Morning Fol. You’re up early.” Folgrim gave him a crooked smile. “Aye; hard to sleep with that lot snoring. Beautiful out, ain’t it?” the Warrior mouse smiled at the burly otter. “Very. I was hoping to get some quiet before Beau gets out of bed.” “Oh, am I intruding?” the mouse shook his head. “Not at all friend! You don’t talk with all the wot wotting and so on.” Martin sighed, and then turned to Folgrim. “I heard Columbine in the kitchens on my way out. Better help with cooking before Gonflet and his cronies decide its breakfast!” he helped Folgrim up and the two friends walked toward the abbey. Folgrim turned to Martin suddenly, and asked: “Martin, did you ever fall in love?” Martin thought a moment before replying “After the wounds I received I don’t remember much. But I think I think I did at one point. Did you fall in love Fol?” Folgrim was quicker with his answer. “Yes. That’s how I got my wounds.” Martin blinked at him. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” Folgrim nodded. “When it’s lunch, call the others together and I’ll tell you then.” “Who’s the others?” asked Martin. “Beau, Gonff, Columbine, Dinny, Abbess Germaine, Bella, Skipper, Lady Amber, and of course, you, mate.” Martin nodded. As they headed toward the kitchens, Folgrim knew the Dream was a memory, one that he had hidden in his mind for far too long.