A/N

hey! This is grubswiper. This little thing is just going to be a one shot.

I know im in the middle of writing a story called 'an ottermaid's tale', but I feel like writing something for little but. Just this then I'll go back to the story im working on.

Update: im now occasionally going to write (in my authors note) a topic I fell like talking about. It could be fanfiction related or could be something off the top of my head.

But what I want to talk a little piece about new writers. (No offense to any new writers who are reading this) in the span of the last two months, there have more than 10 new writers that have spring up in to this website. Dont get me wrong, it good to have new writers on this site. Im just a little surprised their were so many. Good luck t'them I say.

Disclaimer: if I owned redwall, I would not be sitting at my computer writing fanfiction. So.....um...I dont......wot!

Skipper the otter stood with log-a-log, some guisom shrews, and some Redwallers who felt to be there as well.

The party looked up at the rotting building of saint Ninians church. The once rich green paint die for the roof was chipped and fadded. There had been iron railings torn and hacked off. The library had been looted, with books torn, burned, and stolen. And the actual wooden alter had been hacked away and used for fire wood.

Apart from this there were bird dropping everywhere. Untidy nest could be seen poking out from any where. These were the nest of the jackdaws( for more on jackdaws, read 'Pearls of Lutra') that have gone from mossflower for many a long season.

Rollo the recorder came up to skipper and log-a-log.

"come on friend, lets do this once and for all. What we are about is right. Or else some other creatures life could be cut short"

each creature that was at the church was given a small wooden torch to like. Skipper soon got a blaze going. He soon dipped his own in and bade the others to do. Tansy and Craklyn each dipped there torches, the fire hissing from their fallen tears.

Then skipper continued his orders.

"now when you light the church, make sure the fire does not touch the grass, for we have now water. So be as careful as you can be. Go now, and find a place."

And so they went about, finding where to burn. Rollo had found a spot where a bench had been stuck half in and half out of a broken stain glass window. Shaking his head he stood on the spot till every body had found a spot.

Tansy and Craklyn had stumbled on a site where old green and fire red ivy had grown straight up to the very top of the church. Since they thought it was suitable to burn, they did what Rollo did and stood still, watching other creatures find there places.

When every one was ready, skippers voice was barely above a whisper, yet every beast could here it.

"Now!"

at once, every beast thrust there torches in there spot. The flames that had sprung liked hungrily at the dry wood. Soon the whole building was aflame. As the creature stood, Rollo took out a sheet of parchment he had written foe the occasion. As he read, his voice was solemn, yet calm.

For countless seasons St. Ninians has stood

a place of evil and the opposite of good

now we burn this church and its wall

to wipe it memory from our Abby, redwall

for lost we lost a maid, a creature we call kin

now she is in the dark forest, our friend Pickmin

so we set fire to this church, and burn it well

if we didn't what vermin will come here and dwell

who could tell

There was then a silence, mingled with the audible sobs from some broken creature.

A/N

Well, that another fic from grubswiper. I know it was kinda sad, but how could you categorize this tale.

Grubswiper reporting out!