User blog:Hyzenthlay of Redwall/Sister Amyl of Loamhedge

Introducion
In Loamhedge we were told of a brave mousemaid named Sister Amyl, who was wheelchair bound during a plague brought on by vermin. She stayed behind when all of the Brothers and Sisters of Loamhedge left for Brockhall. Yet, as if by magic, she could walk and continued to travel with her friends! But who was she, what was she like? How did she come to lose the strength in her legs? And how did she come to walk again? This story will reveal it all—happiness and suffering, life and death, love and refusal, and the ultimate sacrifice.

It is my job to explore the unknown, and explain it as it is.

Chapter One
The primroses were over, and summer was certainly on its way. Peace and tranquility blanketed the meadow. Suddenly, disturbing the peace, a petite, slender mousemaid raced across the field. Racing to the place she called home. Loamhedge! A sudden bust of happiness gave the young Sister a new energy. Gathering her skirts she ran on. Loamhedge! The sun glinted off of her creamy fur, her simple feautres shone with her true beauty and happiness. She was almost there, almost to Loamhedge. Home! To the young maid, the Abbey of Loamhedge was the most beautiful place on earth. Its tall, unsoiled white walls were covered in creeping ivy, its huge green wooden door was a welcoming greeting. Loamhedge!

As the mousemaid came within a few feet of the Abbey’s gates, she stopped suddenly. An immediate sharp pain in her hips and legs had made it almost impossible for her to take another step. Not again, she thought as she crumpled to the ground. This was not the first time those pains had come. Sometimes the pain came and stayed for hours, and sometimes it was quick and angushing. She had not told of her pains to anyone; it would be one more thing for someone else to worry about. And of course she didn’t want to burden her felow Sisters and Brothers. Besides, it wasn’t that bad…not really… Suddenly a shout, coming from the pure white paparet, brought the maiden to her feet and woke her from her thoughts.

“Sister Amyl, there you are! We’ve been expecting you for a while now. How was your journey?”

“Enlightening, Abbess Germaine,” the mousemaid replied to the small, shriveled grandmotherly mouse standing on the paparet. She had just returned from a long journey to a poor villiage in the woods, to offer them food and a new hope. It was Sister Amyl’s first time away from the beautiful walls and the bountiful food of Loamhedge. The young Sister, with so much more to learn, could not believe that there were creatures that were suffering so!

“Well, come on in. Let’s hear about your travels,” called Abbess Germaine. “I’m sure you are tired and weary from your journey.”

In a way you’d never imagine, thought Sister Amyl. Trying to hide her pain, she sucked in her breath and limped the remainder of the way home. Loamhedge! Home!