Hey, all. I've been a big fan of Redwall for years now, and this is my first story in the Redwall 'verse, and possibly my only one. While this story is mostly a serious tale, There are a few parody elements in it. Okay, one parody element, but used continuously. Well, let's get started.

Redwall. The name known all throughout Mossflower. A beacon of tranquility shining out from the dark of the woods. In the late spring, the walls that are its namesake glisten in the noontime sun. Atop those walls are two figures. Burard the otter was brawny and stout, with grey-brown fur and dark blue eyes. Burard was nephew of the Skipper of Otters, an adventurous young rapscallion who never seemed to stay out of trouble. He was an assistant to Friar Devin, learning to cook the delicious meals for which Redwall Abbey is famous. Mykal the fox was a head taller than his friend, with dark amber eyes and a hint of brown in his orange fur. He was a student of the healing arts under Sister Linnet, who kept the infirmary. Mykal's mother had somehow managed to drag herself to the abbey while in labor, and had died giving birth. The good abbey-dwellers gave the pup a home, and he was forever thankful. Like most foxes, he was clever and notoriously good at hiding.

"Y'ever just look at the sun mate," Burard was saying, "And wonder if it gets tired of coming up every morning?"

"Oh, hush," Mykal responded playfully, looking up from his sketch pad, "The foolish things that come out of your mouth sometimes."

He returned to his drawing, his paws blackened by the stick of charcoal.

"Whatcha drawin' there?"

"What I've been drawin' every noon for three months: the sun." He flipped back the pad of papers, showing the various sketches he had. "I've noticed that the sun seems to change positions at noon depending on the season and months. I just wanted to keep a log of it."

"You shoulda been Recorder with all your studyin' mate."

"Him? Recorder? You should know by now that I'd take offense to that."

A tan-furred mousemaid came trundling up the steps. She wore thin glasses and walked with a slight limp. She was remarkably serious for a beast of her age, an old head on young shoulders.

"Of course we do, Raelyn," Mykal said, rolling his eyes, "Who else spends all day in the gatehouse with those dusty old scrolls?"

"Those 'dusty old scrolls' tell of our heritage, and are important to our way of life at Redwall; History has a way of repeating itself in Mossflower.

"Yeah, sure," Mykal shrugged her off, returning to his sketch.

"What killed Cluny the Scourge?"

The challenge in her tone was unmissable.

Only she could get so riled up about history, Mykal thought. "Matthias, with the sword of Martin," he replied halfheartedly.

"Wrong. He sliced the rope holding the Joseph bell in the belltower, which subsequently fell onto Cluny and crushed him. How did Tsarmina Greeneyes die?"

"Martin killed her!" Burard attempted.

"Not true. She drowned in the lake. The same lake that became the pond in this very Abbey. How did-"

"We get it Rae," Mykal interrupted, putting a paw on his forehead in aggravation. "I don't see the importance in learning about that history stuff anyway."

This response flustered Raelyn to no end.

"The importance of- History is very important! Do you not see it? Attacks on Redwall have occurred several times in our history, and the next vermin warlord-"

"Excuse me."

This time, Burard had interrupted.

"I don't like it when ye use that word around my friend."

"Sorry," Raelyn mumbled, hanging her head.

"Oh, come on, chin up, Rae," Mykal said. "I ain't one o' them vermin-type foxes; you know it, I know it, and even Sir Barrel-Belly over there knows it."

"Oh, that's right," Raelyn said, springing up, "I was supposed to call you two in for lunch."

Burard took a tone of mock indignation, crossing his shoulders and barely hiding his smile.

"Well, Sister Raelyn, sure to be greatest Recorder Redwall Abbey has ever known, how could you forget such a vital mission, eh?"

The three of them raced down the wall-steps and dashed toward Great Hall.

Short Chapters equal faster updates. Two more chapters like this on the way- one from Salamandastron and one from the sea.