Extract from the writings of Redwall Abbey's Abbey Warrior.
It is not in the nature of a warrior to write, yet I feel compelled to at the moment. Here at Redwall it is spring, the warm sun shining down on the dewy grass, turning the lawns into a glittering plain. Dibbuns are playing out on the grass, most likely getting their clothing wet with dew. I've had enough of water for one adventure, as I did with Ryon and the others. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's hard to believe back then I was so young, not knowing what awaited me on the outside. I am comfortable in Redwall, but here and now a beast likes a little privacy. Right now I am in the gatehouse, which has been empty for seasons after old Brother Jian, the hedgehog, passed away. There are scrolls upon scrolls of parchment in here, most of which I will possibly need while writing my tale. I didn't get to be Abbey Warrior for nothing, you know. It's been about five seasons since my adventure took place, yet I remember it like it was only yesterday. That is, the tale and its characters. There was Blacktail the stoat, leader of the Sea Hordes. One of the fiercest vermin I have ever laid eyes on, along with Birchleaf, the pretty squirrelmaid who was my companion during our time at sea. Silver, a mouse, one who taught me that even when you live a peaceful life, as we do in Redwall, we must sometimes fight when we are under threat, and think about the repercussions later. There was also Ryon, the squirrel that started it all. He is a fierce warrior, a fine captain, and an excellent sailor. If you like, you can sit down in one of the dusty old armchairs that decorate this gatehouse, and read the tale of what many of my companions called the Vale War, one of the fiercest wars that I have ever heard about. I participated in it, you know. Distinguished myself, you might say. Many died there, but the sea vermin had to be stopped. Whoops! There I am, getting ahead of myself again. It may be better for me to just start writing. It could take one day, or many. I'm not sure, and nobeast ever is. Those who think they are sure are probably overconfident in their abilities. Overconfidence was Blacktail's weakness, and I would hate to think that it would be anybeast's else.
This is in response to a series of hints I've made in my author's notes about a long story I wrote that I would have to put a disclaimer on it. Here it is. It's the longest story I've ever written, and it's one of the first, so if there's a noticeable decline in the quality, don't judge me. This was written years ago, when I was like...13. Anyways, R and R!