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Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall, but I will when I finish training my evil penguin army. -.-
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Chapter – 0
Book – 1
Prologue
As Mother Nature began painting the sunset with an aura of rustic colors. Ranging from light honey, burnt orange, deep maroon, crimson, and earthy brown. A dark, gray color rose from the ground. Almost smoke like; in fact, it was smoke! A baritone cackle shot through the air like a thunderbolt. It resonated from the mouth of matted, scarred wolf with powerful muscles which could snap a creature's spinal cord. He was clothed in a garb of white, and over that a breast-plate of polished silver with insignia of a wolf howling at the moon beaten into it by master metalworker. Under that was a kilt made from the ragged pelts of many woodlanders. Cloaking him was a simple cape of silk, dyed the shade of an amethyst. Despite his appearance, the timber wolf wasn't a posh, childish ruler. He was a seasoned veteran of war; he had fought and killed many times before. He was Yuyego the Brutal, and commander of a savage vermin horde unlike any other.
The myrtle-colored meadows and plains were turned to ash as a barbaric platoon of vermin marched across a burning village, plundering and looting as they went. Screams of feral cats filled the air as the fled from there tribal home. Some mothers screamed for there young ones, and some felines took up arms against the seasoned battlers. Yet they were no match for volleys of arrow-shafts, and stones. Yuyego looked on and laughed a sinister laugh as he watched them suffer against his bloodthirst mob.
"Soon those pesky cats will fall the steel of my troops, then onward will I expand my empire, until even the mightiest warlord will tremble at my name!" Yuyego said with a snicker, and a sneer, revealing a row of tawny colored teeth.
August Spikeheart was a simple hedgehog farmer who was enjoying his day. Over the past five days, hurricane winds and rains had pelted his coastal residence. He and his family lived a cliff-face, in an underground house hidden from corsairs who patrol the waters and do petty raids on houses for anything of value. He and his family where quite safe from harm, but being cooped up like birds in a cage was annoying. Plus it was harvest season and there was much to be done. He was preparing a small night time snack of scones and oatmeal when he heard a knock on the door.
"Strange," He muttered to nobody, "Who could be up at this hour of the night,"
August slipped on his goose-feather slippers and hobbled to the door. When he opened it, he gasped at what he saw. In the pale moonlight was a group of ragged-looking vermin all dressed in the manner of pirates. All over the shoreline were fires with vittles roasting, and seadogs drinking grog, sleeping, arguing, and chatting. He didn't even think of them, all he saw was a weasel with a cutlass over the through of his youngest daughter. She was wailing as a stoat walked up dressed in posh clothes. His tunic was green and had a gold outline of a dragon on it. Over his shoulders was a cloak of emerald green, fastened by a brass button. Around his waist was an amber scarf which hung a scimitar with a brass handle, and a dirk with a silver butt. His voice was smooth, and suave, like a fair wind blowing softly in the ear.
"Kind sir, will you be so kind as to point us lost travelers in the direction of one Redwall Abbey?"
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