I honestly have no idea how the idea for this fic came to me, it just did. I got the original idea at school once, but looking at the outline I made up, I can't figure it out. I really have hopes for this fic. There will be many twists, readers, and nothing will be the same in Mossflower again. And that's NOT just a dramatic way to attract readers. That's the truth. BTW: While I still have this thought in my head, before I start writing: This prolly isn't going to be very long. Now, without further ado: Flickering Torch!

Scorned Memories

The black fox raised his eyes to the red, stoned walls of the evil Abbey. His eyes clouded over with a reddish haze, but it was no Bloodwrath. This haze was a desire, not a sickness. It was the burning desire for retribution. Revenge. It was something he needed. It was something he needed. It wasn't something he wanted.

He sat below in the ditch, famous as all surrounding features of Redwall are. Many a story goes with a specific tree or ditch near Redwall. Perhaps a famous vermin hid there, attacked there, or was killed there. It mattered not. He sat in this famous ditch. The dirt was tinged red from the blood of distant generations. It had been countless seasons since anything had happened at Redwall. Seasons of peace flourished within Mossflower Wood. It was something this fox couldn't stand. It was something this fox was determined to end.

His name was Vaglu the Demon. He had been hurt, long ago. His wrong would be righted, of this, he was determined. He balled his fists and threw punches toward Redwall, dreaming that his fists tore down the walls and killed all of those inside. Of course, this didn't happen. No matter what, though, memories still burned deep inside him.

No! I would never have! I loved her! Don't you understand that?

It's far beyond the point where that matters, Vaglu. I should've listened to that old badger whilst she was young in her seasons. She knew the story of Veil, a story much like yours. You are a vermin, and a vermin you shall forever be. Now go! And don't ever come back!

Her image burned his heart. It was seasons ago that it happened. In Vaglu's mind, that poor child should never have been born. In Vaglu's mind, he should have never been born either. He long dreamed of destroying the Abbot for what the old coot did to his own daughter. He refused justice. When she died, it was without cause. When she died, it was for nothing.

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Vaglu then sat behind the very last tree. It was the very last haven from the sight of the hare sentries of Salamandastron. He again went through the punching motions. This was where it had all started. Vaglu always felt that this Badger Lord went out of his way to cause hell for him. He would have his revenge. It was nearly ten years ago, and while everyone else that had ever been involved with him thought nothing of this anniversary, had forgotten it even, Vaglu thought everything of it. Everyone that had scorned him would have revenge exacted upon them. Of this, he was sure. There were few he would even think to spare, and only one he cared to spare. There was a faint scent of death on the winds.

Funny, he thought. Death. Indeed, there will be death. This will be the last attack on both Redwall and Salamandastron. I will never allow any of them to treat anyone else as they did. They chose their paths, and I chose mine. Mine? Mine was to make them pay for choosing. And that is what I shall do.

Not much, right? Don't worry, the next chapter will jump to Redwallers' POV. Didn't I say this would be short in the first place?