Stones of Serg

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of Redwall, nor any characters created by Brain Jacques. I do own the story's idea as well as the characters Rowan Stonefurl, Beech, Oak, Fir, Ash, Willow, the Serg Drey, Stuline, Drukla, and Fergunn.

AN: In case you don't know, a drey is the name for a squirrel's habitat. I did not find this out from research, but that's what it says in The Long Patrol by Brian Jacques. If this is incorrect, then blame him and Russa Nodrey.

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From the Record of Rowan Stonefurl. The day had started out bright and sunny, just perfect for a wedding. My sister Beech was getting married that day, and there was still so much to be done. Mother and I put the finishing touches on the wedding gown while Father and my brothers Oak and Fir set up the wedding pavilion. The chefs were still baking the feast for the occasion and all in all, the whole of the Serg Drey was in an uproar.

Amazingly, everything was ready by the time the wedding hour had arrived. Beech looked beautiful in her wedding dress. There were murmurs of what a dazzling squirrel she was. Mother and I heard this and held our heads high. Beech was indeed the prettiest of our family, and possibly our entire drey.

Soon after Beech was married, she and her new husband led the village outside, where the reception was to be held. There was much merry-making as friends and family celebrated the newly joined couple. Tables laden with food and drink were spread out all over the area.

As is our custom, the father of the bride is supposed to make the first official toast. My father, Ash, stood up with his glass raised and started his speech. "Friends," he began, but before he got any further, he fell face first onto the table in front of him. There were many jokes said about how my father had had one too many cups of punch to drink, when my mother started to scream.

"He's dead! Ash is dead!" And so he was, an arrow sticking out of his back. Before we could react in any way to this disturbing news, a volley of green fletched arrows rained down on us.

There was chaos everywhere as we squirrels ran in every direction, trying to escape. Then, from over the ridge, a swarm of vermin of all kinds came swarming down, like ants to a picnic. I don't know how, but I managed to escape. Me, little Rowan Stonefurl, the youngest daughter to Ash and Willow, rulers of the Serg Drey, had survived.

Once I could no longer hear the screams of pain and agony, I crawled cautiously back to the valley. I watched intently as the vermin, which I now recognized as stoats, make their way through that killing field littered with corpses. I watched as they stomped over still- slightly- alive squirrels. I couldn't help it; I let out a small, barely audible, sob.

Unfortunately for me, two stoats were just passing the rock I was hiding behind when I let out that telltale cry.

"Stuline, did ya hear that?" one stoat asked.

"Hear what Drukla?" Stuline replied.

"That sob."

"Oh, you're always hearin' things. Why shouldn't this time be any different?"

"I swears, I heard sommin'. Fergunn wouldn't want us to have passed by sommun what still be livin'."

"Yeah, but 'e don't want us ta be afeared of our own shader neither.'

'Oh yeah, I guess you're right. Anyways, we gotta find them magik stones for Fergunn. Let's look o'er there, t'ain't nothin' 'ere."

Sometime in the early evening, the vermin, led by Fergunn, headed south. I searched though the bodies, looking for any family members. I found Ash and Willow, side by side even in death. I didn't find Oak, Fir, or Beech. I hope they are safe. Serg watch over them.

Today I head south. I plan to one day get my revenge on Fergunn, so they had better be afraid, for Rowan Stonefurl is on their trail!

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