User blog:Eulaliaaaa!/Deathsong

The land of Mossflower shimmered in the midmorning sun. The trees were dyed a transparent green and the sky was as blue and pink as a harebell and speedwell flower. The beauty of the woods were lost on one creature who was half-dead in exhaustion. The haremaid fell to the ground and struggled to pick herself up again. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused, great wounds traveled down her back. Her name was Belle of Salamandastron.

Meanwhile, in Redwall Abbey, the creatures were just beginning to stir. Old Abbot Cornelius, the oldest resident in Redwall since Cregga Rose Eyes and Methuselah ambled slowly down the red stone steps of his beloved Abbey. He was a kindly creature with light golden fur and milky blue eyes. He had lost his vision due to a battle and in his youth he was referred to as “Bright Eyes the Warrior.” Alas, that was a long time ago and he was now the thin, old Father Abbot of Redwall. He wandered into the kitchens for breakfast. The chubby otter cook, Mother Babblebrook, smiled and welcomed him.

“’Ello Father Abbot, yore lookin’ well today,” the good ottermum said with a cheerful smile. Cornelius smiled back warmly.

“Good morning Mother Babblebrook.”

“Oney oatmeal an’ mint tea for brekkist today, Father.” She said serving the Father Abbot his breakfast. He smiled at the otter lady in gratitude.

“Thank you Mother. Oh and if you see Starlight, tell her I need to see her.” He said taking his bowl and spoon to he Great Hall. Mother Babblebrook nodded.

“Aye, I’ll do just that.” The ottermum got back to her cooking.

Starlight was a young mousemaid with dark fur and unusual bright eyes. She wore a simple yellow Abbey dress and was usually found singing to herself. She paused at the Abbey pond and stared into the beautiful blue clear water. She dipped her footpaws in and sighed quietly. Suddenly she heard a noise. She giggled and could tell who the creature was before he could approach.

“I see you Andre, that’s not funny.” She said out loud. Andre the squirrel sighed in exasperation. He sat down next to his friend and cooled his footpaws in the cool water. Star smiled at him as he splashed her with water.

“Nobeast could ever sneak up on you, eh Star?” He said in his thick brogue. Star nodded.

“I guess not. What are you doing out here?” She asked him swishing her paws in the water. The large lean squirrel shrugged.

“Went oot in the woodlands today. Ah ran into Log-a-Log and his shrews. They reckon they’ve foond somethin’ in the woods. It don’t look to guid.” Star watched her friend look up as the Matthias and Methuselah bells tolled out the visitor warning. Andre winked at his friend. “See wot ah mean, lassie?” He grinned cheekily and took off like a rocket. Star chased after her Highland friend.

“Wait up, you great Dibbun or I’ll sick Mother Brawnrose on you!” Both creatures stood at the wall overlooking Mossflower Woods. Andre peered down at the marching band of shrews. Log-a-Log stood in front carrying a wounded beast. Star too, noticed the bloodied bundle and ran to get Mother Brawnrose and Abbot Cornelius. Andre stood at the walltop and greeted the shrew.

“ Hey Log-a-Log! Bringin’ in guests ah see, well hold yore horses laddie, we’ll send somebeast doon in a minute. Hoi, Archie! Let the creature in! He’s got an injured beast!” Archie the Gatekeeper was a young and shy fieldmouse. He only let Log-a-Log into the stone sanctuary his regiment waited outside. Mother Brawnrose the Badger Mother and Father Abbot Cornelius let the shrew chieftain into the sickbay where the shrew lay down his bundle. It was a pretty haremaid covered in wounds and dried blood. She was barely breathing. Quickly, the Father Abbot got the Infirmary Brother Arik Streamflow into the room. Arik was a middle seasoned otter that was kindly and wise. He was also rather strong, but he was gentle and wouldn’t harm anybeast. He looked over the unconscious haremaid. His gentle paws washed all the dried blood away from the snow-white hare. He turned to the Abbot.

“This maid is going to be needing rest. Leave this to me Father Abbot, I’ll get her well again.” The good Brother said in his gentle voice. Starlight came to the good Father Abbot and tried to look into the room.

“Will she be alright?” Star asked the old mouse.

“Of course she will, pretty one. Brother Arik is taking care of her right now. Thank the seasons she didn’t perish. That was a very grown up thing for you to do.” He said kindly. Mother Brawnrose nodded.

“Yes, my dear you did a good job coming to us first. Excuse me one moment. Gerry and Terry! Where are you going with those berries?” The baby twin mice giggled and stored the berries behind their backs.

“We not going anywhere wif nufink Muvva Ba rose.” Terry said winking at his twin. Gerry had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing. Mother Brawnrose hid a smile as the two-troublemaking mice stared solemnly up at her. The Badgermum shooed the babes outside. A large burly otter entered the sickbay. He stifled laughs from the sight of the terrible twins walking paw in paw outside. Mother Brawnrose and Abbot Cornelius made him welcome.

“Ah, Skipper. It’s good to see you again.” The Abbot said shaking the otter’s paw. The large otter hid his surprise at Cornelius’s immediate recognition of him.

“Good morning Father Abbot.” He said tiredly. The good Abbot turned to Meg Rosie Sorrel, Arik’s pretty niece and his ward. “Will you go and ask Mother Babblebrook for some cool mint tea please?” The ottermaid nodded and walked down to the kitchens. The Abbot turned to Skipper.

“Any news on the woodlands, Skip?” He asked. The otter shook his head.

“Nothing but water rats roam the lands these days. Other then that, nothing much.” Meg’s knock interrupted their conversation. “Come in,” the Skipper said. The shy maid entered the room with beakers of tea and a steaming bowl of soup.

“Watershrimp and hotroot soup for you Skip.” She said smiling shyly. Skipper took the bowl with a smile and a wink.

“Thanks beauty, yore doin’ me a favor there.” He sipped the soup slowly as the Abbot turned to the unconscious haremaid lying on the sickbed.

“We should try to take good care of our anonymous maid here. Arik, tell me when she awakes. We should all start our chores now.” They all left the hare and the two otters to deal with each other.

Far away from Mossflower, perched the Mighty Alitta the Strong. He was a huge muscular black panther with glowing emerald eyes. His coat was all black from tail to nosetip. He wore a ripped kilt made from his brother’s orange and black fur with the skulls of many aspiring warlords hanging by spider web silk. He was the fiercest warrior in the whole lands. He had a horde of wildcats, ferrets, rats, stoats, ermine, and twin foxes at his back. He and his mighty horde, the Deathsong had come for slaves and plunder. Alitta’s green eyes blazed as he pawed the keen edge of his mighty broadsword. One of the fox twins, a small fine-featured female approached the silent warlord. His eyes flicked to the fox.

“Yes?” He said in a deep and silky voice. The fox bowed low.

“Mighty Alitta, I bring news from our spies. There is a place up ahead one called Redwall. There are creatures there that cannot fight as well as us. It is located just north of this woodland.” The panther nodded and smiled. His milk white fangs rested on the top of his bottom lip.

“Very good, my strong right paw. We will land in two hours time. Ready the prisoner.” The vixen bowed and alerted the rat captains. Before she could they noticed a ship in the horizon. An eagle call sounded. The panther drew his sword. He glared at the horizon. “Ready the horde!” He roared.

The young badger was tied to the galley. His eyes blazed as he tried to rip away from the bonds that held him to the ship. He snapped at the rats that prodded him and jeered at him. It was torture to the badger. Just then, the rats were called up the stairs. A raid was happening on deck! The rats scrambled up to the deck. A wild eagle call sounded and the badger struggled to get free. A rat ran by him and the badger’s paw shot out and he growled into the rat’s face.

“What’s going on up there?” He said baring his teeth. The rat looked terrified as he explained the situation.

“The pirates are here! The Wildcalls are here!” The badger squeezed the rat tightly.

“Who are they?” He growled. A slingstone silenced the rat as a dashing figure of a captain arrived. His eyes were arm and kind; he approached the badger and chopped the bonds on his wrists.

“Did a lot of damage to ye, didn’t they? Well don’t worry, I’ve got you now.” The creature appeared to be a squirrel of some sorts. He winked at the badger. “My name’s Captain Marek of the Wildcalls!”