Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of Redwall. I do own all these characters though and this plot.
Author's Note: I apologize.this is still in it's raw form, and not edited not corrected. I'm sorry. I actually have not worked on this story in months, but I thought I would submit it to see what you all think of it. If it's well-liked mayhaps I shall continue.
Chapter One
Screams. Running. A surge to kill. The clashing of steel against steel. Terror. Sounds of fear. Crying. Wailing. Pleads of mercy. Slashing. Red flashes. Dark night. Blood spurting everywhere. All over, blood. Sticky, thick, blood. All over. Everywhere.
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Dark eyes shot open as voices interrupted the disturbing dream.
"Are you sure it was a wise idea to bring her in here? Foxes are vermin, and look at all this mysterious weaponry that I have never seen before!" Came a shrill voice from across the room.
"Now, now, sister. We leave no wounded beast without aid. Besides we have fine warriors in this abbey and I don't think that she will do anything to harm us. Besides, you know as well as I do that not all foxes are vermin. Take Snowpaws for example. He's a fine and loyal warrior for Redwall," said a kind and gentle voice. "Strange weapons indeed.except for that sword. The sword looks normal enough.quite a beauty as well from the looks of it."
The bloody dream flashed through her head as she tried to sit up. She winced and held her head in her paws. Her whole body ached and her head was especially throbbing as she felt a large bump between her ears. "Oh, my head."
The two in the room turned around and the dark eyes came face to face with two beasts dressed in green habits.
She looked around the room in a confused daze. "Where am I?" She asked slowly.
"Ah!" Said the tall, elderly mouse with the kind and gentle voice. He walked over to her and handed her some water to drink. "Good morning, little one. You have come to Redwall Abbey. Skipper and his otters found you lying on the shore near Mossflower and brought you here. What's your name, dear? Where do you come from?"
The injured female fox was all black with dark eyes and a silver star on her forehead. She was of small stature but looked to be quite strong for her size.
She closed her eyes trying to remember her name, where she came from, anything. But all that she could see was her bloody dream. She shook her head sadly. "I don't know. I don't remember anything."
"Must be from that large bump you got on your head. Don't worry about it, it should come back to you soon enough. Well, let me introduce myself, I am Abbot Etherwood, and this is my good friend, Sister Aurora, who is in charge of the Infirmary where you are now." The abbot pointed to the mouse who seemed to be keeping her distance from the dark fox.
Sister Aurora shuddered silently as she stared into the dark eyes of the fox on the bed. There was something absolutely menacing about this beast, but she could not put her paw on it. "I don't suppose you remember why you were carrying such a load of weapons, do you?" Sister Aurora said tensely.
She displayed a table next to her that had a regular sword on it, with a black jewel on its hilt, and a thin black cloth tied to the handle, a small sickle attached to a weighted chain, and various throwing pieces of many different shapes and sizes.
The fox scanned the table from her bed. "The weapons are mine, I am sure. Why I was so heavily armed, I sadly can not remember."
"On your sword the name 'Darkstar Ripclaw' was engraved. Does that name ring a bell?" Said the abbot.
The fox closed her eyes for a moment. Darkstar Ripclaw. Memories came to her mind.
"Darkstar! Darky, darky, star, star!!" Came a young giggle in a singsong voice. "Come play with me, Darkystar!" Bright blue eyes, belonging to small male fox, sparkled in the sunlight as the fox also saw a younger version of herself, with the familiar star across her forehead.Then the memories faded.
She opened her eyes again. She was back in present time, in this infirmary, with two pairs of wide eyes watching her anxiously. "Darkstar Ripclaw is my name."
She buried her dark head in her black paws. She wanted to remember more. There was a yearning in her heart, a nagging about something important. Why couldn't she remember?!
"ARGH!" She cried fiercely bearing her sharp fangs. "Why can't I remember?!"
"Shh." Said the abbot gently, rubbing her back. "Just lie down for a while and try and get some rest. You're still greatly injured, but with Sister Aurora's care you should be as good as new in no time." He smiled kindly at her, but Darkstar could only just look away. There was something nagging in her, some dark past that she couldn't remember, some blackness in her heart.
She lay down though and was given something warm to drink that helped her sleep away her pain and injuries.