Okay, another odd fic from me, Missy Mouse!
Umm, well this isn't a regular Redwall fic, it only uses some of the characters. But, you might like it. It does make sense with the books and, it is set in the Redwall world. It's just not conventional, but none of my fanfic stories are, so what the hec.
I won't say what this is about, but leave it as a taste of things to come. The door for people who don't like romance, slushy bits, fluff and choirs of heavenly voices is over there. If you need to, I would advise you to use it. Thank you. No flames: it makes the place look untidy.
I own nada. Unless I use my own characters later on.
~~~~~~~~'THEM'~~~~~~~~
Chapter One - The Beginning
A solitary mouse maiden sat by a large oak tree, staring blankly into the woods. The tree's bark was black, and its leaves were like the shadows of real leaves. The ground was bare and grey, and even the air seemed to be coloured in a drab way.
The sky was like lead painted with shadow, and the clouds were an un- natural grey. Everything was coloured in shades of grey.
And it was cold, clear and fresh. Like a warm winter morning, when you don't need a cloak, but the air sharpens your senses.
It went on forever. There was a horizon, but there was just more of the same bleakness. In some parts it rained grey drizzle permanently. In others, the white orb of the sun swathed the landscape in inescapable heat. Others were a mixture, like the forest below. You could see at, as if through a grey filter, whenever you looked at the ground. Even that looked grey, but it wasn't really.
No, only one forest looked as bleak and desolate as Up Here, and that was Up Here, or as most called it, Dark Forest.
The mouse maid had been here a long time. She hadn't aged a day since she died. She was still young and beautiful, she would be forever. Even when older people died, they didn't appear as old as they were when they died. If you wanted to be a certain age, you could be, as long as you'd been alive at that age. But once you chose, that was it.
She remembered something. Someone was coming. Someone she wanted to see at The Gates. Someone she wanted to spend the rest of eternity with.
Standing up, the mouse walked quickly through the dark trees. She stood out like a beacon, in her coloured clothing. She caught glimpses of others too, their fur and clothes standing out amid the darkness.
Eventually, she reached The Gates. Winding her paws through the black bars she looked out into the fog and mist on the other side.
She remembered last time. She'd seen him there, talking to one of the big badgers that stood, guarding outside. It had been agony, she could see his face so clearly, and he could see her. Both of them had opened their mouths to speak, but nothing could penetrate or leave the barrier's protective walls.
One of the huge badgers turned and saw her, and smiled gently. A deep resonating voice sounded in the maid's head:
"He'll be here soon, pretty one. Yes, Rose. Martin will soon be here."
Ok, have I spooked you yet???? Review!!!!!!!! And for those of you who don't like M&R fics . . . .well I did show you where the door was. Oh? I didn't warn you who it was about? Oh well, tough.
Umm, well this isn't a regular Redwall fic, it only uses some of the characters. But, you might like it. It does make sense with the books and, it is set in the Redwall world. It's just not conventional, but none of my fanfic stories are, so what the hec.
I won't say what this is about, but leave it as a taste of things to come. The door for people who don't like romance, slushy bits, fluff and choirs of heavenly voices is over there. If you need to, I would advise you to use it. Thank you. No flames: it makes the place look untidy.
I own nada. Unless I use my own characters later on.
~~~~~~~~'THEM'~~~~~~~~
Chapter One - The Beginning
A solitary mouse maiden sat by a large oak tree, staring blankly into the woods. The tree's bark was black, and its leaves were like the shadows of real leaves. The ground was bare and grey, and even the air seemed to be coloured in a drab way.
The sky was like lead painted with shadow, and the clouds were an un- natural grey. Everything was coloured in shades of grey.
And it was cold, clear and fresh. Like a warm winter morning, when you don't need a cloak, but the air sharpens your senses.
It went on forever. There was a horizon, but there was just more of the same bleakness. In some parts it rained grey drizzle permanently. In others, the white orb of the sun swathed the landscape in inescapable heat. Others were a mixture, like the forest below. You could see at, as if through a grey filter, whenever you looked at the ground. Even that looked grey, but it wasn't really.
No, only one forest looked as bleak and desolate as Up Here, and that was Up Here, or as most called it, Dark Forest.
The mouse maid had been here a long time. She hadn't aged a day since she died. She was still young and beautiful, she would be forever. Even when older people died, they didn't appear as old as they were when they died. If you wanted to be a certain age, you could be, as long as you'd been alive at that age. But once you chose, that was it.
She remembered something. Someone was coming. Someone she wanted to see at The Gates. Someone she wanted to spend the rest of eternity with.
Standing up, the mouse walked quickly through the dark trees. She stood out like a beacon, in her coloured clothing. She caught glimpses of others too, their fur and clothes standing out amid the darkness.
Eventually, she reached The Gates. Winding her paws through the black bars she looked out into the fog and mist on the other side.
She remembered last time. She'd seen him there, talking to one of the big badgers that stood, guarding outside. It had been agony, she could see his face so clearly, and he could see her. Both of them had opened their mouths to speak, but nothing could penetrate or leave the barrier's protective walls.
One of the huge badgers turned and saw her, and smiled gently. A deep resonating voice sounded in the maid's head:
"He'll be here soon, pretty one. Yes, Rose. Martin will soon be here."
Ok, have I spooked you yet???? Review!!!!!!!! And for those of you who don't like M&R fics . . . .well I did show you where the door was. Oh? I didn't warn you who it was about? Oh well, tough.