Author's Note: Spearlady Gorse, a prominent character in my story, is from a different timeline than my other characters. She has been mentioned many times throughout the series, but she has never been an actual character. Other characters that are not as big in this story are from different stories, too. Also, I have noticed that all events in every story have never gone to the east. Salamandastron is in the West, the Northern Mountains in the North, and multiple islands in the Southern Seas, but nothing to the East. So, my story will take place mostly in the East.
Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own the Redwall series or characters, though the only reason why is because Brian Jacques got the books finished before me ;-).
Runn
Prologue
A storm thundered nearby, disrupting the warm spring night. Sutran Fang lay in his tent, enjoying the sound of the roiling thunder and punishing rain. Suddenly, he rose and stalked out of his tent and stood before the elements. He closed his eyes and swayed back and forth slowly. Just as all the other times, the picture of a young badgermaid came upon him. He scowled and walked over to a large rowan tree, where that same badgermaid was tied. She was slumped forward as she tried to get shelter under the large tree. Sutran approached her, and she raised her head.
"Well, have we had enough yet, slave?" he asked.
The badgermaid kept silent, only staring a stare full of hatred. Sutran laughed quietly. "Still have nothing to say, slave? You certainly caught me by surprise back there. But did you really think you could best me, Sutran Fang, Warlord of the East and conqueror of all? And, of course, your new owner? Did you really think you could win, slave?"
A growl ripped from the badgermaid's lips. "You are not my owner, scum. You are not worthy even to lick the dirt from my father's footpaws. The only way you slew him was by cheating. When you could not best him, you called upon your army! You are not worthy to wipe the slime from under him!" she yelled.
Sutran smiled. This is what he had been waiting for. "Insolence to your owner is not rewarded, slave. No food for three days. Tomorrow you will begin your new life. You shall be my personal slave, doing whatever pops into my mind at the moment. And if you do not do it quickly enough, well, you know what will happen…" He chuckled quietly, fingering a long, thin rod tied around his waist. "Then we shall see you will be licking the dirt from who's footpaws, slave!" He laughed again and walked back towards his tent, feeling the glare of the badgermaid on his back.