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This fanfic is NOT by me. My friend Rebecca asked me to post it under my name, and everything is as per the disclaimer below. Thanks Rebecca!
~Mariel.
White Tears
by Rebecca
Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall, Brian Jacques does, as is the
characters that are from the other books that appear in this fanfic. All the
characters that you don't recognize are mine. I own the plot and the few songs.
Don't take 'em.
~Prologue~
Lyn Springrose, a young albino mousemaid, wandered the lands of Mossflower
Wood. Ever since she could remember, the woods were her home. There was no
father to hold on to, no mother to run to when she was scared or alone, no
younger sibling to comfort when a storm struck. There was nobeast. But Lyn
survived.
Her past was clear to her and it scarred her deeply. She remembered
fragments of dreams, events that happened in her past, where she was thrown out
of her family because of her white fur and rosy pink eyes. It was because of a
mutation but it was nothing she or her parents could fix. Her dad blamed her
and later on her mother started to blame her too. They had to blame someone but
it was really nobeast's fault. But she was also a threat; her fur made her
visible against the wood colours. The only time she was safe would be in winter
when it was snowing. But there are three other seasons as well! Although it was
hard at first, she learned to accept herself.
She raised her reed flute to her lips and played a slow
introduction to her most recent song. Lowering the flute, she sang out with a
soft voice that carried through the air.
"I know the sun is shining
Down on you and me.
But will I be falling
With my only memories.
When the clouds sweep in with darkness
Will I be watched by you?
Can your spirit and your guidance
Help me make it through.
'Cause I know you are the fire
That protects me from harm.
You push me towards my desire
And help me beat each storm…"
The mousemaid sighed. How would she finish her song? Lyn shrugged it off
and returned to walking. She could hear the birds chirping, singing their own
special song. Lyn's song was her life, a song of life that had its ups and
downs and twists and turns.
She travelled alone and many creatures asked her why. She only
shrugged for her response. Her flute was her companion as it was her friend and
entertainer. Music was her life now; it was nearly the only thing she knew.
Lyn's life was somewhat simple: she lived off the environment by eating fruits
and nuts. Shelter was rarely a problem. Life was easy and pleasant!
The only weapon Lyn carried was a short sword with an amethyst
jewel at the tip of the hilt. It was hidden under her pale lilac habit, which
was torn and dirty with grit and other odds and ends that won't be mentioned.
But over all, Lyn looked peaceful and not fierce.
Although her determination was low, she trekked through Mossflower
country, hoping to find a nice family that would be willing to take care of her
even if it was only temporarily. She continued searching for the right home.
Far ahead, past St. Ninian's, a redstone abbey awaited the arrival
of its saviour. Screams, cries, shouts, threats, and commands could be heard a
mile away. The abbey was filled with working slave, mainly mice, and
hordebeasts, shouting orders and torturing weak ones. The leader, a brute rat,
stood above all other creatures. In his left claw, he held a whip. In his
right, he held the ancient sword of Martin the Warrior. Everybeast working and
commanding knew and feared his name. Arius the Whip!