A Hero Is Born
By Brent Read
[A/N: This is only the first part of this story. If I get reviews asking me to continue I will start up the second one.]
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story from Redwall the book series belong to Brian Jacques. I am making no money from this.
Mac slowly climbed out of his bed in the dormitory. He was a chubby, brown mouse that was very energetic but after running around the Abbey last night he was very tired and didn't feel like doing any work. Unfortunately for him it was harvest time and he had to go out in the hot sun to collect apples. He walked down the stairs into the Great Hall and was given a "Hello" by the young Abbey recorder, Pat the squirrel. He was too tired to do much so he gave a polite nod and a small wave. Pat was his friend but he didn't feel too good today for some reason.
"Mac, are you gonna go out to collect apples? They're looking for you!"
Mac gave a nonchalant wave of his hand and said, "I'll go out there don't worry!"
Mac was already in the orchards and laying the apples into a wicker basket. Next to him Brother George suddenly said a poem,
"Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes,
Find the wise mole, your mission he knows.
My sword shall protect you all through the way,
'Til seasons past, to this Abbey you will return some day!"
Mac smiled for the first time and said, "That's a nice poem, George, but what does it have to do with picking apples?"
George looked very startled, "I don't know why or how I said it! I've never heard that poem before!"
Brother Rufus was standing by George and said, "It must have been Martin! He must have been talking about Mac here!"
Mac looked very startled also at this news, "Me? I don't even know what it means! 'Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes'? What is that supposed to mean?"
Rufus thought for a moment then said, "Let's go talk to Pat about it. He is always smart about those kinds of things. I've heard he is the ancestor of Cracklyn. She was a smart 'un!"
George nodded, "That's a good idea, let's go!"
They walked over to the Great Hall. Pat was sitting there poring over past Abbey Recordings.
Rufus looked over his shoulder and said, "What are you looking for, Pat?"
Pat looked up and said, "Oh nothing. I just find it interesting sometimes to read stories of past times. Did you need something?"
Mac stepped forward and said, "Well yes actually. Brother George here said a very strange poem. We have a feeling it is from Martin. What was the poem again, George?"
George suddenly said,
"Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes,
Find the wise mole, your mission he knows.
My sword shall protect you all through the way,
'Til seasons past, to this Abbey you will return some day!" Then he covered his mouth with his paw, "I didn't even remember it at first!"
Pat looked very thoughtful then said, "We'll take it line by line. 'Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes'. Well the sun rises in the east and I think that the mouse he is referring to is you, Mac. 'Find the wise mole, your mission he knows,' I think that is saying we have to go to a mole and he will tell us our mission."
Mac interrupted him, "We? Us?"
Pat nodded, "Well yes! I am going to of course! 'My sword shall protect you all through the way,' I think that means we need his sword and the last line means we should return someday."
Rufus said, "Well the sword is in Dann Reguba's cottage. But he might not give it to you."
Mac looked very sure of himself, "He will! Because Martin is in his spirit also!"
To be continued...
[A/N: Well that was the first part. If you want a second part send me an email at obi_brent@email.com or review this story. Thanks for reading!]
By Brent Read
[A/N: This is only the first part of this story. If I get reviews asking me to continue I will start up the second one.]
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story from Redwall the book series belong to Brian Jacques. I am making no money from this.
Mac slowly climbed out of his bed in the dormitory. He was a chubby, brown mouse that was very energetic but after running around the Abbey last night he was very tired and didn't feel like doing any work. Unfortunately for him it was harvest time and he had to go out in the hot sun to collect apples. He walked down the stairs into the Great Hall and was given a "Hello" by the young Abbey recorder, Pat the squirrel. He was too tired to do much so he gave a polite nod and a small wave. Pat was his friend but he didn't feel too good today for some reason.
"Mac, are you gonna go out to collect apples? They're looking for you!"
Mac gave a nonchalant wave of his hand and said, "I'll go out there don't worry!"
Mac was already in the orchards and laying the apples into a wicker basket. Next to him Brother George suddenly said a poem,
"Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes,
Find the wise mole, your mission he knows.
My sword shall protect you all through the way,
'Til seasons past, to this Abbey you will return some day!"
Mac smiled for the first time and said, "That's a nice poem, George, but what does it have to do with picking apples?"
George looked very startled, "I don't know why or how I said it! I've never heard that poem before!"
Brother Rufus was standing by George and said, "It must have been Martin! He must have been talking about Mac here!"
Mac looked very startled also at this news, "Me? I don't even know what it means! 'Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes'? What is that supposed to mean?"
Rufus thought for a moment then said, "Let's go talk to Pat about it. He is always smart about those kinds of things. I've heard he is the ancestor of Cracklyn. She was a smart 'un!"
George nodded, "That's a good idea, let's go!"
They walked over to the Great Hall. Pat was sitting there poring over past Abbey Recordings.
Rufus looked over his shoulder and said, "What are you looking for, Pat?"
Pat looked up and said, "Oh nothing. I just find it interesting sometimes to read stories of past times. Did you need something?"
Mac stepped forward and said, "Well yes actually. Brother George here said a very strange poem. We have a feeling it is from Martin. What was the poem again, George?"
George suddenly said,
"Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes,
Find the wise mole, your mission he knows.
My sword shall protect you all through the way,
'Til seasons past, to this Abbey you will return some day!" Then he covered his mouth with his paw, "I didn't even remember it at first!"
Pat looked very thoughtful then said, "We'll take it line by line. 'Where the sun rises is where the brown mouse goes'. Well the sun rises in the east and I think that the mouse he is referring to is you, Mac. 'Find the wise mole, your mission he knows,' I think that is saying we have to go to a mole and he will tell us our mission."
Mac interrupted him, "We? Us?"
Pat nodded, "Well yes! I am going to of course! 'My sword shall protect you all through the way,' I think that means we need his sword and the last line means we should return someday."
Rufus said, "Well the sword is in Dann Reguba's cottage. But he might not give it to you."
Mac looked very sure of himself, "He will! Because Martin is in his spirit also!"
To be continued...
[A/N: Well that was the first part. If you want a second part send me an email at obi_brent@email.com or review this story. Thanks for reading!]