A/N: I really shouldn't be starting another story, but...
I have been doing these quickwrites with this person...Name here (Though not on Fanfic.) is Eruravenne. Eruravenne has asked me to place it on here if it's any good, and I rather think it is. The person I am currently working with has done the prologue; as seen below. He/She and I will be working on this together, so you will see parts that are considerably better than mine.
Enjoy.
The badger Lord leaned heavily on his forepaws, staring grimly at the map spread out on the table before him. Without looking up, he spoke.
"What news?"
"Reports of new monsters 'ave come in from this section of Mossflower," the old hare replied, tapping the map with a brown paw. "We aren't really sure why, but think it might 'ave somethin' to do with th' place being notorious for its snakes…Sues are prob'ly lookin' f'r villains to defeat."
The badger nodded, motioning for the hare to go on.
"Right…ah…about seven more Sues reported, of varying species and colorin' of course—one Slayer spotted an eagle who could be nothin' but a Sue, if th' odd feather coloration was anythin' to go by."
"And what of Redwall?"
"Still overrun, sir. We can't none of us get closer'n a half-mile to the place before comin' across abou' three Sues in th' space of five minutes."
Silence rolled through the room for a long while.
"Sir? Are you all-right?"
"It's only a matter of time, Beechwood. Only a matter of time before the Sues start to think of Salamandastron as well as Redwall—they seek heroes and villains. We've had a share of both in the past. And when they do remember us…"
"Ah, sir, it won't end up like that! We're already picking them off one by one—they can't last forever."
"Just how many new recruits have we pulled in this past year?"
"Abou' twenty, give or take the odd shrew, why?"
The badger Lord ignored Beechwood's question. "And how many warriors have been sent out in this past month?"
"Four novices, two adepts, and about three Slayers who came back to report."
"How many new Sues have been reported last month, and how many reported dead?"
"Thirty-seven new Sues, and eight slain…but the numbers can't really be relied on, two warriors could 'ave seen the same Sue an' gotten it reported twice without knowin' it. Sir, why're you askin' me this? You already knew it, I thought."
"I'm pointing something out to you, Beechwood," Oakpaw replied, lifting his head from the map at last. "We gain twenty recruits in a year, and the Sues gain about thirty in a month. They kill more of us than we of them, and we can ill afford that. We are already outnumbered, and it's growing worse. With every beast the Sues turn, we lose another potential Slayer. If this keeps on, we'll all be dead or worse by the end of winter."
"Well," Beechwood ventured, "We'll just have to make sure it don't keep on that way. Our researchers are lookin' for that weakness all Sues are s'posed to 'ave, th' one in all those counter-prophecies that pop up on our side."
"What worries me, Beechwood, is that we might not find it until it's too late."