Vilaya the Sable Quean and her King, Zwilt the Shade, were now the proud rulers of Althier and Seftrors. After a long and bitter war, they had claimed it. Vilaya was now also a proud mother of a silver-furred sable, the exact image of her father, Armuk Rinn. He looked every bit the warrior his father Zwilt was, even through his small little body. She named him Idunn Jarl, which means "warrior chieftain" in honor of her father.

She remembered her father's death, the endless grieving. He was unbeatable, at least she thought. He had lost his head, and how she tried to grab her father's battle-axe before she left, but it was far too heavy. So as she grew up, she concocted plans to someday get it back, and now those plans might just come true. It was true, she had never seen who killed her father, but she assumed and was almost definitely sure that it was the Badger Lord Brang Forgefire. She walked out with her son into the Great Hall, where she found Zwilt looking at two swords: his own, a broadsword, and a sword that the dwellers of Seftors when it was called Redwall. It was very shiny, so shiny it could play tricks with the light, with black leather on the handle, and a ruby on the end of the handle. It also had the words "I am that is" enscripted on the blade. She supposed the letters could be rearranged to spell "Amithatis", so she called the sword that. After a few minutes, Zwilt took the other sword and hung it back up.

"Mine is better, but that one did come close." he said. "Might be able to use it for decoration." he continued. Vilaya adjusted Idunn's smock and cleared her throat.

"Well, we could save it for Idunn when he gets bigger." she suggested. Zwilt came forward and picked his son up out of her paws.

"Good idea. He would make a great warrior, and we could both teach him. He would make an excellent ruler someday." Zwilt said while nuzzling his son.

"Yes, and a great assassin. In fact, Zwilt, I've got a plan for when he does get bigger..."