October Dragon: Well, let's go!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall. I just own the characters that are portrayed here..
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(A/N: All the weird names in this chapter are villains and rats and stoats and weasels and...you get the point)
"MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" An evil laugh rang through the air. Everybeast within hearing range shivered in fear. They heard a cackle of a tyrant coming to Mossflower. They instinctively knew that this tyrant wanted the Abbey that stood in the woods. This tyrant wanted the Abbey of Redwall.
In the camp, all was merry. Rats danced around the fire with cups of beer, weasels wrestled, and stoats slung stones around willy-nilly. They knew they would win. Their leader was the best. He was more powerful than Cluny the Scourge. He was more powerful than Ferahgo the Assassin. He was mightier than The Taggerung of the Juska clans.
This leader's name was Derael. He was faster than lightning, as powerful as a badger, as silent as a shadow and as deadly as a vial of poison. He could throw a blade more accurately than anyone else. He had no weakness. He was unstoppable.
Derael was full of logic. He knew his plan was perfect. No unskilled woodlanders could stop him from taking the Abbey. The most powerful warrior couldn't stop him. He needed the Abbey. He wanted the Abbey. He dreamt of Derael's Domain. He dreamed of the Abbey dwellers as his slaves. He knew it would be so. His Seer, Reedwind, knew it would be so. Her prophecies were seldom wrong.
The Seer cast the bones, shells, sticks and rocks. She smiled in a crooked grin. "Redwall shall be yours, lord," she said.
Derael smiled. "Tell me more."
Reedwind studied the arrangements of the objects for a while. Then she looked up. See yon four bloodstained bones in a square?"
Derael nodded. "I see. Redwall?"
"It is the symbol of Redwall after we crush it. Blood will stain those walls and it will be defeated.
Derael blinked. "How do you know it is I who will defeat Redwall?"
Reedwind cast the objects again. "See the eagle's feather inside the bones? The clan symbol is there." She gestured towards the set of painted strokes on the feather: 2 horizontal, 2 vertical and 1 D. "And who else would rule but the leader of our clan?"
Derael grinned maliciously. "What do you see about the fate of the Redwallers?"
Reedwind threw the items again. "My lord," she wheezed, "All of the pebbles that fell scattered around the eagle feather symbolize the Redwallers, doing your bidding. Do not worry my lord. Redwall shall be yours.
Derael knew it would be so. It had to be so. He, as the greatest tyrant would not fail.
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October Dragon: Well, hoped you liked it! R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall. I just own the characters that are portrayed here..
~*~*~*~*~*~
(A/N: All the weird names in this chapter are villains and rats and stoats and weasels and...you get the point)
"MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" An evil laugh rang through the air. Everybeast within hearing range shivered in fear. They heard a cackle of a tyrant coming to Mossflower. They instinctively knew that this tyrant wanted the Abbey that stood in the woods. This tyrant wanted the Abbey of Redwall.
In the camp, all was merry. Rats danced around the fire with cups of beer, weasels wrestled, and stoats slung stones around willy-nilly. They knew they would win. Their leader was the best. He was more powerful than Cluny the Scourge. He was more powerful than Ferahgo the Assassin. He was mightier than The Taggerung of the Juska clans.
This leader's name was Derael. He was faster than lightning, as powerful as a badger, as silent as a shadow and as deadly as a vial of poison. He could throw a blade more accurately than anyone else. He had no weakness. He was unstoppable.
Derael was full of logic. He knew his plan was perfect. No unskilled woodlanders could stop him from taking the Abbey. The most powerful warrior couldn't stop him. He needed the Abbey. He wanted the Abbey. He dreamt of Derael's Domain. He dreamed of the Abbey dwellers as his slaves. He knew it would be so. His Seer, Reedwind, knew it would be so. Her prophecies were seldom wrong.
The Seer cast the bones, shells, sticks and rocks. She smiled in a crooked grin. "Redwall shall be yours, lord," she said.
Derael smiled. "Tell me more."
Reedwind studied the arrangements of the objects for a while. Then she looked up. See yon four bloodstained bones in a square?"
Derael nodded. "I see. Redwall?"
"It is the symbol of Redwall after we crush it. Blood will stain those walls and it will be defeated.
Derael blinked. "How do you know it is I who will defeat Redwall?"
Reedwind cast the objects again. "See the eagle's feather inside the bones? The clan symbol is there." She gestured towards the set of painted strokes on the feather: 2 horizontal, 2 vertical and 1 D. "And who else would rule but the leader of our clan?"
Derael grinned maliciously. "What do you see about the fate of the Redwallers?"
Reedwind threw the items again. "My lord," she wheezed, "All of the pebbles that fell scattered around the eagle feather symbolize the Redwallers, doing your bidding. Do not worry my lord. Redwall shall be yours.
Derael knew it would be so. It had to be so. He, as the greatest tyrant would not fail.
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October Dragon: Well, hoped you liked it! R&R!