So here I am, at long last. I have had just enough time to rewrite chapter one and rework chapters 2-4. Will be posting revised versions soon enough. Before, I had rushed the intro, big mistake and I am willing to fix it. I know exactly where this story will go, much more action, drama, plot twists and all that good stuff. Trust me, it's going to be great! A few questions. How far am I willing to take technology. Hmm, I'd bring it up to, but not at the age of gunpowder. A few more minor questions that will be addressed later.

Once, there was a place. Where countless generations thrived in. It seemed like a small dot, a mere speck in the middle of the vast oceans. Yet to those who lived there, this land seemed gigantic, with huge mountains to lush forests to flat grasslands. To the north was a tundra, inhabited by few, to the south was a dry prairie, followed by a vast desert. Many other island surrounded this land.

On this particular day, a storm had been brewing. Even the strongest trees couldn't stand tall in the fierce winds, rivers swelled up to the point that bridges were hidden under water. The worse part of it all was the endless amount of rain that poured from the skies. Everywhere, those who could stay indoors relaxed while those who were caught outside sought out any form of shelter that they could find.

During the raging storm, there were a few residents who simply didn't mind the storm at all. Along a dirt road, a warm orange glow was cast into the forest around it. Along the side of the road stood a house, although small, it stood defiantly throughout the raging storm. Inside the house was an elderly squirrel who sat comfortably beside a warm fireplace whistling while whittling. As he continued, he noticed trees around his home swayed dangerously in the violent winds. There were frequent scratches along the roof of his home. He thought to himself, when this storm is over, I have to cut all trees around my house down, unless I want one to come crashing down upon me. As he continued he heard a slight tapping on his door, he merely thought, another one of those bloody trees, they keep falling down outside. At this rate, I'll have enough firewood for a lifetime. Then the tapping grew louder slowly. The elderly squirrel thought, the wind outside is really making those tre- Then it hit him, there isn't a single tree around the front of my house! Getting up he approached the door, as he got closer he looked through a small window, outside he could see a cloaked figure standing outside of his home. Gripping his knife tightly, he opened the door. The cloaked figure spoke to him "Thank goodness at last! I was afraid that you wouldn't let me in!" The elderly squirrel said nothing back, but beaconed the visitor inside. He saw the figure pull back the hood on his cloak and revealed himself to be a young mouse. He relaxed his grip on his knife and spoke to his visitor "You are most welcome in my home, especially in this horrid weather. You seemed chilled to the bone, take a seat by the fireplace while I make us some tea" The visitor nodded and gladly sat by the fire, clearly relieved to be out of the dreadful weather. The elderly squirrel approached him afterwards and handed him a warm cup of tea "Say, what are you doing traveling on such a day? I would imagine that anyone would like to avoid this weather" The mouse replied quickly "I am doing something of the utmost importance, you see, the rain has caused substantial flooding east of here. There are many who need help there and it is my duty to be there to help them" The elderly squirrel chuckled at this and addressed his confused guest "Son, I am afraid that you are out of luck, you see, there is a river that you must cross to go eastwards. This river is swollen, in other words, impassable. There is no safe way to cross it and even if you cross it as soon as possible, those who need help will have gotten it by then. Going back seems pointless in this weather, why not stay here for the night?" The mouse seemed to light up at this comment "Really sir, you would offer shelter for a stranger? I am thankful for your offer as I have travelled for countless hours now" the elderly squirrel seemed delighted "It isn't really any trouble at all, I would prefer company after all" "Tell me sir, have you heard of Redwall abbey before, it is quite a distance away from here" The old squirrel nodded, deep in thought and replied "Yes, I've heard of such a place before, but what might make you feel responsible for helping those so far from you?" "You see sir, I am the abbey's champion, their best warrior. I fight for peace and to save lives and east of here, there are many lives at stake and I feel that it it my duty to be there" The old squirrel nodded and offered a seat for the mouse "I have been told before that Redwallers enjoy stories, are these rumors true?" "Yes, indeed they are. Although I don't enjoy stories from the elderly too much, no offence sir, because they seem to bring out a message. If that is the whole point of the story, then why not tell us the message in the first place?" The old squirrel laughed again "I can assure you, my young friend, that any story I possess is much better than ones you may have heard before" The mouse seemed more interested, like there might be something worth listening to. "I'm listening" The old squirrel cleared his throat and began "This story is very...special for me. A very tragic story that shows the very dark side of goodness..."

Whew! Exhausting but I shall continue! As someone said before "Perfection isn't achieved in a day, nor a month, nor a year. It is achieved when you feel proud of what you have done"