Terror of the North
Prologue
Flames rose up, burning the large compound made of pines.
Screams of pain filled the air, as well as laughter from the mighty beast.
Skorlos laughed as his army of white foxes and ermine made wreckage of the woodlander's home, far in the northern mountains.
Skorlos Deathpaw, warlord over the Deathbringers, laughed wickedly at all the destruction of the little village of Silos.
Skorlos howled. His army halted in their fury of murder. Howling twice, his army turned to face him.
"We head south, to the lands of riches, warmth, and plunder," Skorlos called. "Prepare ter march me mates."
His army yelled, "DEATHPAW, DEATHPAW, howl to deathgates where our foes are! AAAAOOUUGGGHHH!"
Skorlos leaped from his post up on a cottage. Fire silhouetted his silver-black figure. He walked on four paws unlike that of his servants. Helping to support his hulking body of a wolf.
The army headed south at a quick steady pace, leaving behind the ruins.
Leaving behind a young squirrel maid heavily covered with fresh scars.
"I promise Deathpaw, you will my for this!"
She pulled out her bow and her arrows, slinging both across her back. She screamed her battle cry, letting all her feelings loose, "SSSSSSIIIIIILLLLLOOOOOOSSSSS!"
((DISCLAIMER: Redwall and Martin the warrior belong to Brian Jacques, not me. Everything in Redwall also belongs to him.))
Chapter One: Terror of the North
Martin stood there, watching the tapestry of his namesake.
"Martin, help me get along with Feair ((Fee-Air)), he's ruder than a rat. How do I deal with him?" Martin asked.
Martin, a mouse several seasons out of dibbunhood.
He heard paw steps; he looked up from where he was standing. He saw Abbot Flovus walking onto the Great Hall.
"Hello Father," Martin greeted.
"Hello my child," nodded Flovus in acknowledgement. "Asking guidance from our warrior spirit."
Martin nodded his head, "Yes Father, I was asking him to help me control myself around Feair."
"It's always good to ask for guidance," the old mouse said as he began to walk away.
"Father," Martin called out.
"Yes, Martin," answered Flovus.
Martin paused, then said, "Oh nothing."
The Abbot winked at Martin, "Stay strong my child."
Waiting until Martin was out of the Great Hall, Flovus said, "It is not nice to eavesdrop."
"That's what you say old one," remarked Feair as he crawled out of his hiding place.
"Watch your words, my child, they may bring you disaster yet."
"Ya right, I don't need you Grandpa," said Feair angrily, he stormed off.
Abbot Flovus shook his head, saying, "Martin, help them both make wise decisions."