My Lost Love

A lone mousemaid wandered through the thick fog. She seemed to be searching for something, or somebeast. Everywhere she laid her paw, a single, beautiful rose sprung up.

The mousemaid saw a distant figure in the fog. She quickened her pace, knowing it was what she was searching for. But no matter how fast she ran, the figure seemed to get further away. She cried out. "Martin, Martin! It's me, Rose!"


Martin the Warrior paused as he heard Rose's cry. He turned, watching her run toward him. Martin raised a paw, stopping her. "Rose, go back. Do not stay in this foul place."

Rose stood there, tears spilling down her face. "But, Martin..."

Martin interrupted her. "Don't worry. I'll be back one day. Wait for me." Then he turned, and vanished into the fog.

However, Rose could not stop worrying. Her spirit sat where the Late Rose grew. It began to shrivel and die, due to Rose's grief. All of Redwall seemed to be grieving. It wasn't the same without Martin.


Then one day, a miricle occured. While Rose sat by the Late Rose, she sensed a fimilar presence. Looking up, she saw a figure making its way toward her. It was Martin! The Late Rose burst into bloom as Rose ran into Martin's arms. They were together again.


R&R!