The weasel did not want to be here. He did not want to be here at all. There was only one reason he had joined up with Cluny's band, and that was he feared his life.
These rats would desecrate a church for their own vile deeds, he had seen them murder many a close friend and an enemy on the pillaging through the building.
The large rat marched down the rows of weasels, ferrets and stoats, inspecting them with his trained eye. The weasel glared as he passed, making eye contact with the scourge. He did not need a sixth sense to know what Cluny thought of him. He was expendable, no matter of great importance, yet Cluny knew he would need convincing.
A rat swaggered forward from behind Cluny, and began to recite articles. The weasel payed little attention, but instead stored it in his brain, it would be useful in the future.
Now, if any one, two, or a group, or even all of you together want to try and beat Cluny and lead the horde, this is your chance.
He had little time to think about this, for seconds later Cluny dived headlong into the pack. The weasel took a step back. What kind of tactics was this? To attack your own recruits, this rat lead by inducing fear in his troops to make sure they obey his every whim.
Cluny roared with laughter at the fright that shone in their eyes, but the weasel remained unmoved by this man.
Now raise your weapons and let's see if you know who your master is! Cluny demanded, and each rodent raised their weapon. The weasel raised his knife in the ear, but remained silent.
As the others cheered for Cluny, the rat looked about. His eyes made contact with the weasels. The weasel stood his ground firm, and the rat seemed to be unmoved. Upon seeing no fear in the his eyes, Cluny turned away but he could clearly be heard muttering, "One who fears not fear and hates only hate, but cannot move his self to do something about it, has his worst fears played out in front of his eyes." The rat looked back at the weasel. You! Come with me.
The weasel boldly stepped forward to the rat, accepting whatever his punishment may be. Keep these troops in order, and report to me on their status.
The weasel nodded and the rat marched away. The rat was smarter then he thought.
Yah so, I was having a bad day when I wrote this. I wrenched my knee in a soccer game, came home took a bath, and read "Mariel of Redwall" again. Suprisingly, this story is about the original Redwall. The nameless rat is kind of how I felt at the moment. Please Read and Review. I know its not the greatest, but no one story can be dubbed the greatest.
I am feeling a whole lot smarter now.