The Samurai of Redwall
Chapter 1: Lost!
"This is great! Just great!" Collin said to himself.
Collin was a 13- year old boy who was on a camping trip with his friends. Collin had black hair, which he had parted to the right. He had blue eyes and was wearing a red shirt, green jeans, and brown hiking boots.
"It'll be great Collin' they said. 'You'll get lots or fresh air' they said. Well look where I am now! Lost in the middle of these God forsaken woods!!"
Collin's friends had tried to continually coax him into going on this camping trip. They were thrilled when they finally got him to come. But Collin had a good reason to not want to come. He hated the outdoors and worst of all; he had a horrible sense of direction.
"Let's see, where am I?" Collin asked as he searched for a sign that would lead him back to camp.
He was in a clearing in the middle of the overgrown woods where he camped. As he looked around, he found a dirty sign post. The sign post was too dirty to read so Collin walked up to it and dusted it off. The sign read "Mossflower woods."
"Great, I'm lost in the woods with a name I have never heard of before. I knew that I shouldn't have gone on this trip!" Collin exclaimed.
As he looked down he spotted some more writing. This writing read "Redwall, 2 miles."
"Good. That should be some kind of town. I can go there and phone somebody to come and get me." Collin explained to himself.
He followed the direction to where the sign post pointed. As he ventured into the woods, the light dimmed as night fell. Collin knew he should not have stayed out this late. If only he had a better sense of direction.
Eerie noises echoed through the woods as Collin walked on. His pulse quickened. His heart raced. He could feel the adrenaline coursing though his veins. He soon began to jog. Then he ran. Then he sprinted. He raced as if the whole world was crashing down about him. As the creepy sounds grew louder, he ran faster. Questions ran through his head as he ran through the woods. Where was he? What were those noises? Was he going the right way? Would he ever reach this town called Redwall? But one question stood prominent in his mind; where had he heard the name Redwall before? Had one of his friends talked about it? Had he heard about it on T.V. or at the movies? Had he read about it some where? No matter, he would soon find out.
Collin began to slow down as his senses came back to him. Why was he running? After all, there was no reason to be scared of only noises, right? He pulled out his water bottle from his orange back pack. He took a deep swig from it as he calmed himself down. Collin reached into his pack for his compass to make sure that he was going in the right direction.
He stood up, put on his back pack and started walking again. He kept a slow and steady pace so that he would not be anymore tired than he was right now when he reached Redwall. Maybe there is a Holiday Inn at this "Redwall", thought Collin.
Just then Collin heard crunching foot steps on the leaves. Crunch, crunch, crunch. The noise got louder. Crunch, crunch, crunch. And louder. Crunch, crunch, crunch. And louder until Collin could see the source or the noise. There were three, hooded figures headed his way. Collin picked up his walking stick to defend himself. He did not know if these people were friendly.
As they emerged from the brush, the lead person drew a short sword. Get ready to rumble, Collin though. It was a good thing that the staff Collin had was thick. That way, Collin could block heavy blows.
Collin has a strange hobby. His favorite thing to do was to watch martial arts movies. He watched them so much in fact, that he could repeat the stunts that the actors performed. Especially the stunts involving staffs.
Collin shouldered his walking stick as the first hooded enemy came. He knocked him out cold with a swift swing of the staff to his head. The next enemy was much quicker. The hooded attacker struck at Collin's left, but Collin blocked just in time. Collin finished this one off with a swift blow to the neck. The third enemy charged. Collin was much to smart for this. As Collin's assailant charged, Collin merely moved a foot to his right, and tripped the hooded fiend with his mighty walking stick. He K.O.ed this one with a big smack to the back of its head.
It was now time to find out who this attacker was. Collin approached the knocked-out body of his opponent. He first took his short sword. He did not know if there were more of these goons around. He turned the body over and removed the hood. Collin received quite a shock when he saw his attacker's face. Collin was staring right at the face of a human sized rat!