Authors Note: Just to let you know, this story will be dark. VERY dark. You have been warned...

Night had fallen on Redwall, its calm serenity flowing over the land. The moon gave its pale luminescence to the earth below, glowing like a lantern in a dark room. Crickets presented a merry hymn to the night, echoing and casting their sound away, creating a lingering sense of peace in the Foremole as he took his late evening stroll across the Abbey grounds. While most others were asleep, he remained awake, taking in the night and letting it calm him with it's endless blackness, like he did every night. He gave a happy sigh.

"Oi'm sure is loiken' this noight very much, hurr, so oi am!" he said to himself cheerfully. He continued to slowly walk around the Abbey grounds, nearing the Abbey pond as he did.

Suddenly, some unknown feeling made Foremole's hairs on his back prickle slightly. A shiver was sent down his spine, a cold chill entering him as a sixth sense gave him a subconscious message. He whirled his head around, to see nothing but the Abbey wall and an open field before him. He spoke to himself.

"That be's stroinge, so it'm be!" he whispered to himself. He resumed walking , now in line with the abbey pond. He hastened his steps slightly, somewhat frightened. He scolded himself lightly.

"There'm be's nobody there, so whoi gettin' scared of et?" He asked himself. He laughed.

"Just moi mind gettin' to moi nurves agin, burr hurr!" He said more jollily, trying to shake his fears away from him.

Suddenly, the Foremole felt a presence behind him. His jolly demeanor deserted him as he whirled around, his heart thumping wildly.

Thump, thump, thump…

Foremole gasped as a shadow seemed to materialize out of nowhere, slowly making it's way toward him. Something glistened in its right hand…

Thump thump thump thump thump…

Foremole watched in horror as the shadowy figure lifted a knife, its point aimed right for him. He gasped in shock.

Thumpathumpathumpathumpathump…

He had no time to cry out, only enough time to take a single step before the blade entered his back.

Thump.

The shadowy figure hefted Foremole into the pond with a gentle splash, his body sinking rapidly to the bottom, and the blade still between his shoulders.

The gentle Foremole was no more.

The murderer hastily retreated into the darkness of the night, disappearing into the night, the only witness of the awful scene that had just taken place...

Authors note: Yeah, I know that the chapter is very short. But don't worry... They will get MUCH, MUCH longer...