Prologue
The name 'Blizzard' hasn't been mentioned for a long time here at Redwall. That's because only one generation of the dwellers here know that name. As we grow old, so does the story. However, it has come to my attention that the younger creatures of our abbey are curious. Some of them have actually met Blizzard when they were too young to remember. I am about to tell a story that will answer the question of what happened eight seasons ago. The trauma of the events of the evil Mallflag are too unforgiving for the older creatures to want to tell. Questions being slung here and there. All about the terrible and tragic events of eight seasons ago. Who is C.K. of Redwall? How was that war won? "Tell me mommy. Are you telling the truth?" There is only one version of the truth. The question: who is C.K. of Redwall is one asked all too often. Who is that mysterious writer that seems to know everything? I am C.K. of Redwall and I only know what goes around. To answer all of the questions about what happened eight seasons ago, I had to find all the answers. That's right. I didn't write the following story on my own. You and all the creatures of Redwall wrote this story. I just put it on a piece of paper. Sometimes, the next best thing to seeing these events in the flesh are seeing them in words. Prepare to go back to a fearful, heroic, and memorable time. Eight seasons ago. Prepare for an adventure that will answer all of your questions and reveal the truth. The one and only version of the truth.