Disclaimer- I do not own Redwall, I do not own any of the characters except for the ones that I have created.
Prologue
The sun was high in the sky, lighting a majestic red sandstone building. In a small corner, shaded from the sun's brilliance a young squirrel maid stood solemnly under a small tree, staring at the small gravestone nestled in the tree's roots. The squirrel was a warrior, suggested by her build and the great sword that was slung across her back. Sighing, the squirrel knelt and touched the gravestone with a tender paw.
"I'm back Shogg. Arganu's dead, the slaves on Riftgard are freed. If only you were here beside me."
In the cold and forbidding north, the sun also shone, it's pallid white rays illuminating a massive fortress, composed of two concentric walls that surrounded a sturdy keep. The walls and buildings of this fortress, were the color of old blood. Inside the fortress, completely sheltered away from whatever comfort the sun could give, King Arcturus growled at the rat kneeling in front of his golden throne.
"So my cousin is dead along with his line and Riftgard is overrun?" demanded the ferret. The rat gulped and nodded nervously.
"Who overthrew him?" roared Arcturus, his red eyes blazing.
"An army of warriors' sir! Hares from the mountain of Salamandastrom, a young badger wielding an axe, shrews from Mossflower, a young squirrelmaid wielding a great shining sword and warriors from the fortress of Redwall! We tried everything sire, but they outnumbered us and overwhelmed us! I just managed to escape with my life!" stammered the rat.
Snarling, the ferret king backhanded the rat, sending the unfortunate beast flying across the granite floor of the throne hall. Ignoring the rat's whimpering, Arcturus strode down the granite hall, his black cape billowing out behind him.
"The death of my Pureblood Brethren will be avenged!" roared Arcturus.