Right then. This time I got really interesting reviews. I asked for them though. Okay, here's the deal. Yemi and Brocktree, NO BLOODY WARS please. I'd have to clean up the mess then and I hate blood although I don't mind seeing it. I'm glad both of you speak your minds and I'll continue with this story and all of you will say your piece under a truce flag. Okay?

Summary:

Martin and a friend from his childhood, Yasmine, is possessed by an evil spirit from Hellgates. Now with the Circle hunting them, will they be able to save the Dark Forest, and themselves?

Chap 4

"OW!" The yelp came from a squirrel dibbun as Yasmine picked out all the long thorns, splinters, and spines from a hedgehog that had been broken off. "Thas hurt, Yazzimim!"

Yasmine rolled her eyes. "Well, I wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't been fighting with Dario! Always the same fights: hitting each other with branches, and rolling into a thorn bush, getting his spines stuck in your back, and finished off with the famous clawing routine. What is it, Benjamin Pineclimber, a ritual? What is your mother going to say?"

The young squirrel sniffed. "Momma norra need ta noo…OW! Isa all Dario's fault. He called me pie snither!"

Yasmine smiled and poked Benjamin's stomach. "That's because you are a pie snitcher, you little fiend! Did you happen to see my raspberry cream pie that a squirrel just like you ran off with?"

"Hehehe…Norra see pie! Benjamin close 'is eyes when Benjamin eat it!" Yasmine gasped dramatically and chased the fleeing dibbun. Martin and Gonff sat on a wall not far off from where the squirrel was headed.

Gonff laughed heartily. "That young one's going to get a good treatment from my matey, that's for sure, Martin!" Martin eyed the mousetheif.

"Just like the day when you stole her strawberry scones and candy apples, right matey?" Gonff shivered at the memory.

"She wouldn't do that to a dibbun, and I thought we agreed never to speak of that again!" Martin chuckled.

"I agreed to no such thing, o pie stealer."

"That's Prince of Mousetheives to you, you old warrior."

"Cheeky trifle snatcher!"

"Have you no manners, o brave sword swinger?"

"Have you, o jester of all?"

"Ho ho! Well then, o merciless mercenary, I…"

"Mercenary! I'm not a warrior for hire; where'd you get that idea?"

"Now what is going on here?" The two friends froze at the sound of a new voice. Luke the Warrior stood behind them, his paws on his hip. "Two grown mice having a useless quarrel? Why, I've never heard of such a thing."

"I remember you having a useless quarrel with Timballisto's dad once…" Martin stated nervously. Luke looked at the warrior curiously.

"How do you…hmmm…" Luke stared piercingly at Martin his son gazed uncertainly back. "You remind me of someone…in fact you almost remind me of…" Suddenly the older warrior grabbed Martin's shoulders. "Martin? Martin, is that really you?" Martin nodded his head and gulped slightly. Luke gasped and pulled Martin into a crushing embrace. "Look at you! I cannot believe I didn't recognize you right away! You have the same eyes as your mother, the same hilt to your sword! You're just…just…"

"Just older than when you last saw me, Father," The warrior managed to say through his attempts to breath. The second warrior gripped his father's back, and felt something inside him starting to emerge. "Would you mind letting go for a second?" Luke quickly obeyed and Martin sat on the ground, wheezing slightly. The joy on his father's face made Martin's spirit lift and the feeling drifted away.

"I have to get Vincent and tell him the good news! Is his daughter here as well? Is Yasmine here?" Just then Gonff burst out laughing.

"Ho ho! Martin, you should see this! Yasmine is getting a work out chasing after that squirrel! He's faster than a fleeing vermin!" It was true. Benjamin Pineclimber was the fastest dibbun in the entire Dark Forest. But nevertheless, he couldn't keep up his pace for long. Already he was slowing down. "Oh, Yasmine's almost got him…she…wait…oh goodness it's Benny's mother! Here he goes playing the innocent scheme. It's starting to work…no wait, it's gone. The successfulness is gone. His mother isn't buying it…she is going to Yasmine…oh I can't hear them but I'll bet one of my ears that she is asking what happened to her boy. Mrs. Pineclimber is asking Benny something, and he's shaking his head furiously. I'll bet my other ear that she is asking if Yasmine is the one he took the pie from. Oh would you look at that! Benny's getting a good spankin'! Hohohoho!"

Martin rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Gonff. It's not like we could see any of it anyway." That feeling welled up again, making Martin a bit dizzy. "You know, I think I'll lie down for a bit, Gonff. I'm not feeling well. And father…" The warriormouse turned, but his father was already out of sight. Smiling slightly, Martin turned and walked off to the dormitories of the city.

(A.N. Kind of like apartments but one room and without kitchens. You know…)

Yasmine reached her room, clutching her chest and breathing deeply. She definitely did not feel well. Why was she feeling anger and out of control inside all of the sudden? It took a lot out of her just to begin to contain it. Holding on to the closet things around her, Yasmine looked at her reflection in the mirror. 'Are those glasses of October Ale finally getting to me, or is Armel right about my condition? Wait a second, is Martin having this same problem? I have to see him.' Yasmine groaned and clutched her head, still gazing at her reflection. The mousemaid silenced herself and watched her eyes in astonishment. Are they…no they weren't. Wait, there it is again. Her eyes were no longer sapphire, they were blood-red, like badgers in blood-wrath, but the color was so much brighter that it seemed to glow.

An anger and emptiness exploded inside of her, and the mousemaid yelped in pain. It was like her skin was being torn to bits, her flesh and bone uncovered and being ripped. She saw the color of her eyes flickering back and forth like the pain and feelings did. Yasmine could hardly take it with her strength that was reduced by the previous days not completely restored. She could feel the pain slip away then, and the color of her eyes turning back to normal, but a few moments later she felt herself fall unconscious and screamed, unknowing that Martin was saying and feeling the same thing.

"What in the Dark forest is happening?!"

Enlarge and add a few exclamation marks to that last sentence. So what do you think? Yeah I know it has been a while since I updated and a few pms and reviews for my other Redwall story hinted I should post this. What, is my other Redwall story not good enough for you that I have to update this one? I could drop the other one you know, if you really think I should. Review, review, and review like you never reviewed before.