User blog:Thorn Rag/Prouloge

It was a misty night, as Thorn Rag sat on a rock dreaming, about Martin the Warrior and Redwall Abbey in hte morning dew, dreaming about the Abbey and Martins brave soothing face. suddenly, a dark figure came upon him, Thorn Rag stood up ready to fight it was a black and gray fox holding his sword at a fighting like angle, swords clash blood ozzes the fox is down! Thorn Rag is hurt but not dead, walking the long journey to Redwall...