The North

by Subtle Shenanigans

Haway the Braaaaw! Far in the cold Northlands, where only the most vicious survive, Turran the Conqueror has set his sights on travelling South and capturing the legendary Redwall Abbey. Around the same time, Alaerr the Otter has a dream urging him North, where he meets an unlikely ally. Together they travel to Redwall, in hopes of warning them before it's too late. (ON HIATUS).

1. Prologue

The North

by

Subtle Shenanigans

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Prologue

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I don't know how that rudder-tailed, cheeky, traveler convinced me to do this, but he did.

Now I'm not the best writer, nor storyteller, but my friend said that someone needed to tell what happened, and after all my improvement under Sister Pearwin's teachings, he insisted it be me. Of course the more I protested, the more he insisted.

"Why not you?" "Because I always write anyway. 'Sides, I'm not the only one who was there." "Then why daen't you ask someone who was?" "I am."

See what I mean.

So here I am, ink turnin' my paws blue, not sure how to start this all. I'm surprised I'm allowed to write – Merrin thought I'd make it unreadable 'cause of my accent. Pfft, I think he talks funny. Stupid mouse.

I guess I'll just start afore this page is full of complainin'. Plus, I don't want to be stuck in this olde gatehouse if it rains. Spring can be like that, but at least it's not like that one winter. Snow an' white everywhere. I remember the events well – they were only a few seasons ago – but I especially remember the cold. Icy, bitin' so far into your fur that they reached through the skin an' froze the bone. I guess I'll start there, where it all began, in the vicious Northlands…