A/N: O.o Just noticed the "she is free" part at the end of the previous chapter. IGNORE THAT! It appeared 'cos I pasted the text of that chapter over a poem I just composed, and all of it didn't delete. XP
Randangza tossed in his sleep. A spectral figure loomed in the realm of dreams, pointing an impressive sword at the wildcat.
"Evil begone,
Turn and flee,
For good will triumph.
Flee, evil one, flee from me!"
The figure's cold eyes bored into the wildcat. Randangza drew his cutlass and slashed at the mouse, but it had dissappeared, leaving the warlord mystified.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sentry, who was called Wynd, drew her curved blade and advanced silently. Wynd parted the bushes and found a small weaselbabe, shivering in the chilly autumn wind. The hare took pity on the small animal and picked it up, bringing it back to the camp.
Dawn crept up the sky on rosy paws, showing its bright face from behind the distant mountains. The whole camp was fully awake, and they were moving on already. Redoak smiled at Wynd, and patted the weaselbabe on the head. It squeaked and pawed at Redoak's nose with a tiny claw. The squirrel laughed.
They reached Redwall's main gate. Redoak rapped on the door with his new blade, as Sandsliver thumped it with her big paw. The doors swung open a crack, and they were confronted with a tough looking squirrel who had shining blue eyes. Strapped on her back was the magnificent sword of Redwall, which recieved many admiring glances from the tribe.
"Hello there, travelers. Me name's Whitlark!" Whitlark suddenly cried out with joy. "Oh Redoak! Yore home! Thank the fates!"
Redoak smiled as his mother led the tribe in. "Ye picked a good time to arrive, travelers, for 'tis the Autumn feast! I hopes ye can join us."
"O' course!" Sandsliver, ever the hare, dashed forth and gazed at the food.
Randangza tossed in his sleep. A spectral figure loomed in the realm of dreams, pointing an impressive sword at the wildcat.
"Evil begone,
Turn and flee,
For good will triumph.
Flee, evil one, flee from me!"
The figure's cold eyes bored into the wildcat. Randangza drew his cutlass and slashed at the mouse, but it had dissappeared, leaving the warlord mystified.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sentry, who was called Wynd, drew her curved blade and advanced silently. Wynd parted the bushes and found a small weaselbabe, shivering in the chilly autumn wind. The hare took pity on the small animal and picked it up, bringing it back to the camp.
Dawn crept up the sky on rosy paws, showing its bright face from behind the distant mountains. The whole camp was fully awake, and they were moving on already. Redoak smiled at Wynd, and patted the weaselbabe on the head. It squeaked and pawed at Redoak's nose with a tiny claw. The squirrel laughed.
They reached Redwall's main gate. Redoak rapped on the door with his new blade, as Sandsliver thumped it with her big paw. The doors swung open a crack, and they were confronted with a tough looking squirrel who had shining blue eyes. Strapped on her back was the magnificent sword of Redwall, which recieved many admiring glances from the tribe.
"Hello there, travelers. Me name's Whitlark!" Whitlark suddenly cried out with joy. "Oh Redoak! Yore home! Thank the fates!"
Redoak smiled as his mother led the tribe in. "Ye picked a good time to arrive, travelers, for 'tis the Autumn feast! I hopes ye can join us."
"O' course!" Sandsliver, ever the hare, dashed forth and gazed at the food.