Hey, you people! I abhor bad language (that means swears too), so no use of it. Two reviews before continuing on to chapter 2.

Chap. 1

Blinding sun rays shone through the trees of Mossflower woods as dusk slowly came. Dulamon squinted, looking for his party of Dibbuns. The young mouse shook his head. Bodee and his gang always took the chance of hiding from Dulamon's sharp eyes. Mischief-making and playing jokes were their specialty. Cupping his paws around his mouth, Dulamon shouted, "All Dibbuns front and center!" Little giggles and shushes broke through the quiet spring air.

"Ain't nothing but us trees out here!" Dulamon smiled. He'd recognize the sound of Bodee anywhere.

"Really? Well then, I feel sorry for you trees out here. The very thought of not being able to hide from the Crazy Searat Woodcutter coming to cut down all these trees. It's a perfect time to be out and about. I am glad I'll be safe in the Abbey." Leaves were shaking in the trees about them as a little mouse's voice was heard.

"Some of us trees want to go to the Abbey, too, Master Doolamun." Dulamon shook his head.

"Oh, no. How could I bring them inside? Know if the Dibbuns were here in front of me, they could go back and not have to be eaten by the Searat woodcutter." No sooner than he had spoken, all five of Bodee's gang and, of course, Bodee himself, was panting from the fast climb down the trees. Dulamon nodded. "Now that's better. Be good Dibbuns and follow me, please." Bodee scowled playfully.

"Aye, but who said we would be good beasts?" the otter said.

"Because if Friar Goody hears how good you were, she might give you all a treat." Dulamon was suddenly trampled flat by running Dibbuns, racing to be first to the kitchens. Only Bumble the molebabe was helping Dulamon up.

"Us'ns bee 'orry, zurr. Oi'll 'elps ee up." Dazed slightly, the young mouse let the Dibbun lead him towards the main gate of Redwall.

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Abbot Tibbs chuckled softly to Friar Goody. "Our Dulamon was very good at bringing in the Dibbuns on time today." The fat hedgehog scowled fiercely.

"Yes, and then those rascals appeared in the doorway, telling me how good they were and requesting candied chestnuts and other goodies." The Abbot smiled.

"Ah, but remember when we were young? We would steal scones and pies off the windowsill from Friar Hikkle, and when we were caught, you and I were scrubbing pans for two days." Friar Goody grunted.

"I'm too old for that kind of stuff, now. It's good that Pansy is helping around nowadays. I need to retire soon." The mouse abbot frowned.

"Oh no you don't. You are not retiring until I retire, and that's that. Oh, hello Lady Merryweather," the Abbot greeted Dulamon's mother warmly. "Your son was quite the sight today." Merryweather smiled.

"Yes, and Mother Rose is making sure he's getting a good cleaning right now." She laughed. "Bodee and his little villains are watching, cheering on the badger mother. 'Don't forget to wash behind the ears, Mother' and 'He's being a naughty beast, mates. Scrub him, Mother Rose' was Bodee's cheer when Dulamon tried to protest." Merryweather then looked confused. "Father, have you heard of a crazy Searat woodcutter?" Abbot Tibbs shook his head. "Well, Bodee and his little gang told me that a Searat woodcutter comes every spring to chop down tree that are not inside the Abbey. What do make of it?" Father Abbot smiled thoughtfully.

"I think Dulamon told another one of his tales."

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A golden-colored mouse sat on a hill not far from Mossflower, gazing at the blue sky above. Her unusual sapphire eyes were the reason for her name, Saphira. Sighing deeply, Saphira thought of her dead family. Her mother, Serena, was gentle and kind, and a great cook. She had to be in order to feed her three brothers and their father. Her father, Timothy Axwielder, was a warrior to the heart. He taught her most of the things she knew about fighting. 'We had no true family name. We chose our names.' Saphira thought. Saphira's three brothers, Daniel, Nuro, and Kiher all chose the name Swordcut, hence the weapon they use. 'My father chose my name, Swiftarrow. I was very skilled at shooting, and a good cook when my mother was unable to do it.'

After her father disappeared, Nuro went to search for him. Kiher taught Saphira how to wield and throw a dagger, and how to wield a sword if I needed to. She loved her life and her family, but when a band of rats came to their home, they killed Saphira's mother and Daniel, and took Saphira to be a slave for their master, Dowag, who was killed recently by Faolan Wolfslayer. Now here she was, being taken to the camp of the ferret Lord Faolan Wolfslayer and his army of "great" warriors.

"Well now, have ye got yur rest now, slave? We got to get moving, my pretty." A weasel grinned crookedly. Saphira spat in his face.

"I'll be ready to move when I want to, ugly!" The weasel's face turn red, and he scowled angrily.

"I'll show ye who is the ugly one, slave," he screamed, raising his whip above his head. Saphira stared boldly at the weasel's face, not caring that she was about to be scarred for her remarks.

"Stop," a gruff voice growled. The weasel stopped so suddenly he fell. The vermin looked up into the face of Captain Wartface. "Runnynose, do not harm her."

"But sir, the slave…" Runnynose started to protest but was cut off quickly.

"Can't you see she is beautiful," the rat captain whispered. "The lord would be very pleased to have such a slave…" Wartface needed not to say anymore. Runnynose grinned, imagining his master promoting him to captain. His daydream was interrupted when Wartface kicked him in the stomach. "Now get up, you lazy lump! Get this slave moving!" Runnynose grumbled a sweep of curse words. Saphira got to her feet. She didn't know why the stupid lord would want her, but she knew that she wasn't going to enjoy it anymore than if she was going to be a normal slave.

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