Alright, so those of you who read my story under the name "Warriors of Mossflower" might be a little puzzled right now, so I'll try to explain. The story developed a lot more since I started writing it, so I decided to give it a more relevant title and summary; I also changed and added quite a few things to fit the changing parts of my storyline and added a new prologue. Please review my new chapter or the whole story. : )
Warriors of the East: The Starblade Tower
A Traditional Tale from Redwall
Prologue
A cold wind blew in through Mossflower country, moaning through the eaves and ramparts of Redwall Abbey. A leaf, reddish brown and tattered, was picked up from the wall-steps, swirling in the strong air currents. The moan became a high-pitch whine as the intensity of the wind suddenly increased; swift as an arrow, the leaf was carried over the treetops and out into the vastness of a stormy night sky. East and a touch south, it went as the wind became a howling gale, swaying the trunks of enormous woodland trees and whipping the water of streams and rivers to a frenzy. Over forest and hills, mountains and lakes, the leaf sped, until it reached the shores of the eastern sea and, propelled by gusts from the mighty storm, continued out over countless leagues of heaving waves. A boat passed under it, crewed by several dark-furred beasts, the small craft almost swamped by the mountains of water threatening to drag it under. On and on the small leaf raced, until, as a touch of light came through the storm-torn skies, the wind slowly abated, dropping it lightly down on the torn tunic of an unconscious beast lying on the rocky ground of a large island.
Arren the fox came slowly back to consciousness, fighting back waves of intense pain. His chest burned around a deep gash, the brown fur around its edge matted with dried blood; his head also throbbed, maimed by several large wounds. Staggering upright, Arren yelped in pain as he moved his right arm which was obviously broken. His body blazed with pain but his mind burned even more with anger. Treachery, treachery. Flashes of memory came back to his fevered mind. The black ferret, smiling as he broke his defenses, breaking his limbs and paralyzing his entire body with swift strikes. His own brother, Farr, slashing down at his helpless body with a curving blade, averting his eyes so as not to see him. Nirala, running to help him, her beautiful, red-gold face streaked with tears and anger. The female rat throwing the dagger, no, the dagger... Arren stumbled and fell, tears streaming down his muzzle. He had to live. He had to warn the Order. But no they were dead too, all his fellow warriors, his friends. Betrayed. The wounded fox crawled on, oblivious to the golden sunrise which shed light upon a island dominated by rocky outcrops, pines, and, most of all, a giant tower, rising into the sky, whose sides seemed to reflect the sun's early rays like a giant mirror. Arren, the warrior fox, would live; for vengeance, for his friends, for his mate, for the Order of Starblade, and for the peaceful creatures far away who knew nothing of what had happened on the lonely island in the Eastern sea.