Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Redwall series, Brian Jacques does. I only own my characters Ami, Greg, and Jon.
AN: Hey is Dune here! I know that I haven't really updated this story that much in a long time and I know it needs to be fixed up a bit. So, I am going to add some changes and then, hopefully, add a new chapter to this story. So let me know what you think of this new and improved, Quest for Redwall!
We Travelers three
Will seek to find thee,
The place that I once called home,
No matter how far I would roam.
Prologue
The rain fell hard upon the sandstone walls of the Abbey as the wind howled outside, whipping the deluge into a frenzy of splashing raindrops. The sun lay hidden behind the dark clouds, shrouding the forest in a damp shadow. An aged hedgehog gingerly leaned forward in his comfortable chair by the crackling fire, and took a sip from his tankard of raspberry ale before setting it back down. Having quenched his thirst, the hedgehog yawned, stretching his arms out as his spines bristled. He then leaned back and lowered himself into the chair. He wore the green habit of the Abbey and a red scarf was wrapped about his neck and resting in his lap was a small stack of dusty tomes and scrolls.
He sighed as he drew a pair of spectacles from a pocket on his robe and cleaned them before he placed them on his nose. He then gazed through them at the eager faces of the woodland critters that gathered around him in the vastness of Cavern hole, sitting on every available spot; the floor, cushions, chairs, benches and even on the tables themselves. He then cleared his throat, causing the bits of whispering s and murmurs to hush.
"Welcome all, friends both old and new, travelers from near and far, I am Brother Grey Quinn, the current recorder and storyteller of Redwall Abbey." He said in a strong voice that belayed his age, "As our feast is now coming to an end and the time for bed draws near, at the request of our kind and caring Mother Abbess Cynthia..." Grey said as he waved a paw toward the head of the table, where a middle-aged mousemaid sat, blushing at the praise, before he again cleared his throat.
"...I have been asked to find and tell a story, and I believe I have found just the one. It took me almost all afternoon to find it, buried in the heaps of records and dust, oh that dust! I swear one of these days I w-!" he was startled from his rambling by a small indignant squeak.
"Jus' git on wiv it!" said an impatient mousebabe from his seat on his mother's lap, who, like many others couldn't help but chuckle at the young one's statement.
"Ha ha!" bellowed the hedgehog as he picked a tome from the top of the small stack and gently placed the others on the floor, "I believe young master Thomas has said what is on everyone's mind. Well then, listen closely, my young friend, for I think you may enjoy this story. As will all of you." He cleared his throat and opened the tome to its first page, he then began to read.
"This is the recording's of one Sister Abigail Hawthorne, recorder of Redwall.
"The sun has begun to set on this first day of autumn, the air is peaceful and calm, the time for harvest is near. But I can't help but have felt that something was to happen this day. It was the day, told to me long ago by a dear friend of mine who had a dream of Boar the Fighter, the badger lord of old, that three traveling warriors would come to Mossflower, with the news of a danger that was fast approaching our very home. This is the tale of those three warriors: Jonathan the Brave, Ami the Swift, and Gregory the Unpredictable..."
As you can see this first chapter has been changed, big time. I also changed the names of the characters, though not all of them. More changes are to come, so please let me know what you think of this new prologue!
-Dune