A Redwall drabble.
The red dawn burned into his eyes. As the sun peeked over the horizon, the reds slowly melted into other colors: orange and yellow and hints of blue. Other creatures, like the birds and flowers, slowly began to greet the morning with songs and love. But the lonesome warrior thought nothing of the morning's quiet beauty.
He thought about the loss of his own.
The loss of one whose name was the name of the most lovely flower of all, Rose.
The petals, every part of her that attracted him towards the lovely mousemaid was gone. He just couldn't believe she was gone...courtesy of that blasted beast, Badrang.
And all he had left of her was the memories and reminders of beauty that were placed all around him in the land.
Martin sighed and sat down as he felt overwhelmed to shed more tears.
Fin.