This is a random story I thought up after I finished Redwall. It's set a few months after the book finishes.
Dreams
Cluny haunted his dreams. He laughed harshly his one eye pinning him to the wall of the belltower. He had Martin's sword in his paw, yet couldn't move, couldn't strike. He was frozen. Yet Cluny wasn't anywhere near him. He was on the front gardens with all his remaining hoard and all the captive wood creatures and he was striking down Father Abbot with horrifying, frightening casualness. He turned to him and he was dead! His face was swollen and bloated, like Guosim's the last time he had seen her. He opened his mouth to gloat, and a hiss emerged:
"Asmodeuss..."
Matthias sat bolt upright, covered in sweat. His breath came in quick, short, panicked gasp and he automatically reached for Martin's sword. His sword, he reminded himself. Ratdeath. He still wasn't used to calling it that, any more than he was used to calling it his sword. It was still Martin's sword to him, though not to everyone else. The ancient weapon still belonged to Martin. I- am that is. I- Matthias. He felt his breath starting to slow as Cornflower woke blearily, pushing the sheets back as she sat.
"Matthias?" she asked with a huge yawn "What's wrong?" He smiled and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Nothing, love," he said soothingly, for she looked worried. "Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare." He wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes were starting to clear as she woke properly. He couldn't have her wake; it was enough that he'd be sleep deprived in the morning. Or was it morning already? "Go back to sleep."
She nodded agreeably enough and lay down again. After a few minutes, her breathing became even again, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm. He hoped her dreams were sweet.
He kissed her again, on the cheek. "Sleep well, my love." He murmured with a loving smile. He had had a crush on her for a long time before his quest. When he'd gotten back and saved Redwall, Abbot Mortimer had said the Warrior Mouse of Redwall needed a good wife. He smiled at the memory, a mixture of sadness and joy.
He pulled the sheet up over his wife, and rested his paw on her belly, slightly raised. Somewhere in there, their son or daughter was growing. Pride made him smile again.
As he lay down, he hoped he wouldn't have nightmares again. Then he looked over at his beloved Cornflower. Maybe not all of it was so bad. He had a beautiful wife, their first child on the way, peace and all his wonderful friends.
With these comforting thoughts, he closed his eyes and slipped into the world of dreams.
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