The Pyro Chronicles: The Journey Begins
Disclaimer I do not own anything related to Redwall, except the books, and I never will, so don't sue me!
(A/N: Like you read in the last chapter, this mysterious stranger can to Redwall, trying to make peace. Do you really think a co-soldier of a vermin army could get in? I don't really think so. 0_o)
It was only until noon that Dreyus returned in sight."Attention everyone! We have a new arrival at the abbey! Even if you are surprised, it's okay, because he is a vermin." shouted Dreyus. "We should not let vermin in! Dreyus, you should know that!" shouted Badgermum Crystal, over the turmoil. "She's right sah! You remember what happened after the Late Rose Wars, the children were taken, wot wot!" yelled Bestra, sticking with Crystal. "Yes but he wants to be good!" he shouted back. "Well, in that case he can stay, but if he does one little thing, he'll be sent out!" hollered Crystal back. "Silence everybeast!" wailed Dreyus at the top of his lungs. "He wants to be good, I promise. He will not harm anybeast, no matter what. I got his word for it.". "How yur bein nowin' that zurr, you be neve' trustin' vurmin, burr aye!" shouted Foremole Gurf. There was a murmur of agreement. "Okay, if your not sure, every important beast may come and meet me in the orchard." he said. Then he led Bestra, Crystal and Gurf outside.
Traggers, Grop and Russetbud were not inside listening, they were outside continuously playing tag, so they would not stop(Even after Crystal dealt with them). "Okay Grop! Now its your turn, tag, your it!" shouted Russetbud, starting to run. "I'll get you!" said Grop, chasing her at violent speed. He was running so out of control that he bumped into something black. When Traggers and Russetbud came to pick him up from his fall they stood in front of a young black-furred stoat. "It's a stoat! Ahhhh!" screamed Russetbud in terror. "Get away stoat or I'll slay thee!" said Traggers starting to fence with a piece of flat wood. "Whoa! Stop it little squirrel, you'll hurt yurself if yur try to fight me." said the stoat peacefully. "You don't want to hurt us?" asked Grop. "No, of course not, yur to young and besides, I don't want to 'urt you.". "What are you talking about? All vermin fight and kill." said Traggers, slowly putting down the wood. "No not me, I don't 'ant to slay yur.". "What's yor name then, stoat?" asked Russetbud. "My name be Reing. Wot's yors?". "I'm Traggers, this is Grop and she is Russetbud.". "So, I herd' bout yor warrior, gone ain't he?" asked Reing. "Yup, an' I'm goin' be the new warrior!" said Traggers bravely. "Aren't ya too young" asked Reing. "Ya, a little too young.". "Do yor all want to become warriors?". "Yes, dearly, it has always been our dreams." said Russetbud. "We would do anything sir." said Grop. "Ya, count me in!" said Traggers. "Okay, well 'irst...". before he could continue, Crystal stepped out and saw Reing near the young. "Get away you foul beast!" said Crystal, charging at him. She sent him sprawling back at a high speed into a pile of wood. "Why did ya do that Badgermum Crystal! He's good! He was about to teach us to become warriors, well at least the first step." said Traggers. "That be true, aye." said Reing, recovering from the wood pile. "Wait, you know he should, they are some of the oldest young ones and we need good warriors to take over from Sorwat." said Dreyus. "Yes, then we start training today!" said Traggers cheerfully. In the northlands, it was cold, not as cold as winter, but still cold. The evil Donsai-Gukka, weasel warlord of the north, had conquered all of the northernlands and was getting very bored. The main reason was that he had nothing for his slaves to do. He was surrounded by loyal captains in his throne room.
"This is very boring, Yellowtail, do you have anything to report?" he asked his rat captain. "No, sir not really, 'cept that continuing contructions on thar statue of you sir, the king of the cold, emperor of blizzards.". "Yes, well you know the southernlands are not conquered." said the white weasel. "Whitetooth, collect tenscore of vermin and travel to the southernlands and scout, tell me what is going on, and see if it is warmer." commanded the warlord. "Yes sah, righ away!" saluted the stoat smartly. "Excellent, also take Friegutam, Dogslop and Fourpaws, they are very good commanders of fighting and weaponry." he added. "Also take Cirface, head captain, I want him to tell me if you are doing the correct things.". "Sir, why are ye taking the fox over there, he's mad." said Yellowtail stuttering. "What are you talking about! He's a military genius!" shouted the weasel angrily. "Start now! And I want everybeast out!" commanded Donsai. "Yes sah!" saluted the captains, as they smartly ran out.
"So t'day that is the end of a warriors lessons with all weapons and defenses of an expert warrior." said Reing to the three young uns. "So now we're warriors! Alright!" said Traggers happily. "So this is what a warrior's true weapon is?" asked Russetbud, pointing to her head to the stoat. "Yup!" said the stoat they knew for two days. "That was really fast though." said Grop. "Yes, but it's not very hard to be a warrior, see, all you need is a weapon and fighting skills, just like the fighting skills I taught yer." said Reing simply. "Oh, ya, I just realized the reason I wanted help." he said seriously. "What?" asked Traggers, as he can tell it was serious. "Well, there hasn't been evil here since who knows when, and I have a feeling, that if I know him correctly, Donsai-Gukka will be a coming to this 'ere southernlands. And I he was able to conquer the northernlands, he should have no problem conqaring down 'ere.". "That doesn't sound too good." said Russetbud, also serious too. "How 'bout we go and see if he's here." Grop suggested. "Good idea mate! I"m goin' to give thee thy own weapon." said Reing, going into the abbey and coming out in a few minutes. "'Ere, take these!" said Reing with weapons and armor akimbo. "I guess I'll take a sling, a dagger, a spear and as my main weapon I'll have the... sword of Martin! How did you get that? I'm not taking it though, I'm too young! I'll take that when I come back to Redwall. I'll take a... a... a... an axe!" said Traggers very fast, but happily as he picked up the deadly double edged blade, and it was the right weight and size too. "I'll guess I'll have as sling, a dagger, a spear and as my main weapon will be a saber!" said Grop as he picked up the saber. It was a long and deadly blade indeed. "I will have a sling, a dagger, a spear and as my main weapon is a double-sided javelin!" said Russetbud, picking up her weapons. "I'll be a takin' a sling, a spear, a cutlass and my sword." said Reing, taking all his stuff. "We had better ask sir abbot if we can." said Reing starting to run into Redwall.
It was a while until some of the army of Donsai-Gukka came to the southernlands. "So 'ow long 'ave we traveled." asked Whitetooth getting used to his new surroundings. "'Bout four days." said Dogslop also enjoying the southernlands. "Let start searchin'. We have no 'ime to rest! Lets look around!" said Cirface, commanding them to get up. "I don't think that these in southernlands have bein' a ruled yet." said Fourpaws, getting up. "We check anyways! Let's go!" commanded Cirface, very angry. "Yes sah!" said the whole army as they got up and started marching southwards toward Redwall.
"I guess you can scout Mossflower, but be careful." said Dreyus in a stern voice. "You can count on us!" said Traggers, walking away. "Wait! You need some food!" shouted Dreyus stopping Traggers. They received their sacks and left.
"I never knew how much you can get from the abbey." said Traggers opening his pack at midday. "Well, guess his minions are 'ere, I can tell. Yup, ol' Cirface, ya can 'ear 'im miles away. Looks like they're 'ere, but far away. And his army is huge, about tenscore of vermin, they is too many 'or us." said Reing. 'They might be heading toward the abbey, what will we do?' asked Russetbud, scared. "Trust thee, the abbey has allies and friends, we'll get um'!" said Reing, starting toward the Trusan Holt. "Where are we goin'?" asked Traggers. "To me otter friends." said Reing. "Oh, great! An army!" said Grop happily. "No, just 'elp from Skipper." said Reing, telling he was closer to the Holt.
It was a awhile before the brave travelers actually made it there. Skipper welcomed them whole-heartedly. "Hi, Reing mate! Great to be a seein' you agin!" said Skipper happily shaking his paw. "Great to see ye an' yor nice 'olt agin too." said Reing, happy himself. "So, 'ho are these young uns'?" asked the otter. "They be from Redwall abbey, thee bein' only kids." said Reing, introducing them to the otter. "Well, from Redwall abbey? Alright then, what are they doin' wit ya?" asked Skipper, starting to get suspicious. "No, we goin' to stop the evil from the north that been comein' to conquer us." said Reing, knowing the otters would help if asked. "Yep, I 'erd commanding and screamin' from far 'way." said Skipper. "Great! Then will 'ee be a helpin' us?" asked Reing. "Sure mate! We start tomorrer!"
