Author's Notes:
Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic on the 'net ever! I hope you like it. Please,
please review it! I want to know what I did right or what I should clear up or do better.
No flames, please… Anyways… Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
"Gee, it's colder than I thought out here," said Myst the abbeymouse. She
wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.
"Burr, aye. Et be gurtly cold out 'ere" Iden the mole was outside with her, helping
to collect chestnuts for the winter feast.
"I'm so glad I got this shawl last season. Mother Willow sure knows how to sew!"
The two friends collected chestnuts and placed them in large, wicker, baskets. Myst
sighed and sat down in the snow.
"Is sumpthin' wrong, mizzy?" asked Iden as he stopped collecting chestnuts.
"Not at all, my friend. It's just so pretty, you know, the snow and all. I like to
enjoy the view," she smiled.
"Well, you'm won't think et's so purtty when yurr see that thurr storm come.
'Member? Th' one ol' Jeremy talked 'bout?"
Myst jumped up, abruptly, suddenly remembering.
"Oh, yes! We have to get the chestnuts in time!"
They continued on with their duty, faster, and less relaxed than before. Myst stood on the
tree and attemped to reach a large chestnut, laying on a far branch.
"Almost there… Yahhh!" she fell, and landed with her face in the snow.
"Ya great lump! Never send a mousey ta do a squirrel's job!"
Myst looked up to see the tormenter. It was a familiar face.
"Snoof! You bumblebrain! I'll getcha for that one!" She ran, chasing the young
squirrel. Iden watched her, worried.
"Myst! Are yurr alroight?!"
Myst playfully tackled Snoof. When she had him laying flat, face down on the ground,
she sat on his back.
"Don'y worry. I'm fine. Just hurt my tree climbin' pride!" she said, pushing
Snoof's face into the snow.
"Now doan't yurr do that mizzy, yool hurt Snoof." Iden looked concerned.
"Aww… Iden, you worry too much," said Myst as she stood up, off of Snoof's
back. "He's my friend. I wouldn't purposely hurt him!" she picked up the basket of
chestnuts.
"Father Abbot asked me to come out here and get you two. He says you've been
gone too long," Snoof said, brushing the snow from his headfur.
"Well, itz Mizz Myst 'ere who decoided to flop roight daown on 'er bottom ta
look et thurr snow," Iden accused.
"Hmph. It was pretty," Myst smiled.
The three friends walked into Redwall Abbey with baskets of chestnuts, ready for the
warm winter feast.
Running, running, running, run. Through the forest. Dark. Snowing. Away from her.
Away. Sheith. Weasel. Fox. Black. Red eyes. Her. Away. Evil. Family, house, burn. Fire.
Burn. Flames. Burning. Redwall… Must get to Redwall… mother, father, brothers, baby
sister. Gone. Run. Run from Sheith. Run...away...away to Redwall. Die.
Chomp, chomp chomp.
"Mmmmm… chesknutters. How Oi luvv chesknutters."
"Iden, ol' pal! Don't eat 'em all or you'll start ta look like Myst! Hee hee! Hee
hee! Ow!"
"Serves you right, Snoof. Insultin' a poor liddle mouseymaid like me!" chew
chew.
The three friends were in Great Hall, watching Friar Dormet bring out the food. They
were also eating some stolen loot.
"Ahem! Iden mole! What have I told you about sneaking candied chestnuts before
a feast?!" The giant shadow of a badger mother enveloped the guilty party.
"Urr… soarry, Murther Armaine, marm," Iden smiled, guiltily.
"Myst, don't think I am blind to your bulging cheeks! And Snoof, I have never
known you to miss a chance at scoffing free food when you aren't supposed to." she
spoke harshly, but when Myst looked into her eyes, she could tell the badger mother was
smiling inside.
"Hee hee… ummm… Want one?" Myst asked, offering her elder a stolen
chestnut. Mother Armaine looked to both side to see if anybeast was watching. When she
reassured herself, she accepted the chestnut and popped it into her mouth.
"I won't tell if you won't, but I do have to take these away," she smiled, picking
up the stolen bowl of chestnuts. The three thieves watched her walk away, disappointed.
"Chesknutters…urrr," Iden moaned, watching the chestnuts being carried into the
kitchen.
"How I wish I could enjoy the sweet taste once again…" Snoof said, starry eyed.
"I sure am going to miss those chestnuts," Myst said, dazed.
"Yaaaaahhh! Attack!"
"Owch!" Myst turned around to see the dibbun, who had pounced on her back,
screaming. "Tual! Ya liddle rascal! I'll teach you to jump on me!" she shouted at the
baby hedgehog, a glint of childishness in her eye. She pulled Tual off of her and flung her
into the air, catching her before she fell to the ground.
"Hee hee hee! Tula not ascared a you! Myst iz funny!" she said, laughing.
"You seem to be Myst's only fanclub! Ha ha... Owch!" This time, Snoof was hit
in the head by Tual. Even Iden, the worrier he was, couldn't hide a laugh.
"Redwall… run too… black out… fading...knock…
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Everyone in Great Hall was sitting at the table, waiting for Abbot Almer to give a speech
for thanks when suddenly…
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Skipper of Otters looked over the main gate.
"Who comes? Friend or foe?"
"Friend...mouse… help me… die... weasle, red... die…
Skipper open the gate, startled. The creature was clearly in troble.
"Skipper! Who is it?" Mother Armaine ran to him, followed by the eyes of all at
the feast, who were watching for the new visitor. Skipper walked torwards her, carrying
the limp body of a muddy, thin, albino, mouse.
"She was at th' gate. After knockin' , she mumbled some mumbo jumbo an' just
fell over. I think she was delirious."
Mother Armaine took the mouse and carried her, amongst the curious Redwallers, to the
infermary.
To be continued next chapter…
Author's Notes:
Like it? I hope so. It's actually my second attempt at a Redwall fanfic. The first
one I never posted. It was way before I found out about fanfiction.net. Maybe I'll post
it… someday… Please review! It'll help make my story better. I'll add some tomorrow in
study hall in school. Blah...school...
Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic on the 'net ever! I hope you like it. Please,
please review it! I want to know what I did right or what I should clear up or do better.
No flames, please… Anyways… Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
"Gee, it's colder than I thought out here," said Myst the abbeymouse. She
wrapped her shawl tighter around herself.
"Burr, aye. Et be gurtly cold out 'ere" Iden the mole was outside with her, helping
to collect chestnuts for the winter feast.
"I'm so glad I got this shawl last season. Mother Willow sure knows how to sew!"
The two friends collected chestnuts and placed them in large, wicker, baskets. Myst
sighed and sat down in the snow.
"Is sumpthin' wrong, mizzy?" asked Iden as he stopped collecting chestnuts.
"Not at all, my friend. It's just so pretty, you know, the snow and all. I like to
enjoy the view," she smiled.
"Well, you'm won't think et's so purtty when yurr see that thurr storm come.
'Member? Th' one ol' Jeremy talked 'bout?"
Myst jumped up, abruptly, suddenly remembering.
"Oh, yes! We have to get the chestnuts in time!"
They continued on with their duty, faster, and less relaxed than before. Myst stood on the
tree and attemped to reach a large chestnut, laying on a far branch.
"Almost there… Yahhh!" she fell, and landed with her face in the snow.
"Ya great lump! Never send a mousey ta do a squirrel's job!"
Myst looked up to see the tormenter. It was a familiar face.
"Snoof! You bumblebrain! I'll getcha for that one!" She ran, chasing the young
squirrel. Iden watched her, worried.
"Myst! Are yurr alroight?!"
Myst playfully tackled Snoof. When she had him laying flat, face down on the ground,
she sat on his back.
"Don'y worry. I'm fine. Just hurt my tree climbin' pride!" she said, pushing
Snoof's face into the snow.
"Now doan't yurr do that mizzy, yool hurt Snoof." Iden looked concerned.
"Aww… Iden, you worry too much," said Myst as she stood up, off of Snoof's
back. "He's my friend. I wouldn't purposely hurt him!" she picked up the basket of
chestnuts.
"Father Abbot asked me to come out here and get you two. He says you've been
gone too long," Snoof said, brushing the snow from his headfur.
"Well, itz Mizz Myst 'ere who decoided to flop roight daown on 'er bottom ta
look et thurr snow," Iden accused.
"Hmph. It was pretty," Myst smiled.
The three friends walked into Redwall Abbey with baskets of chestnuts, ready for the
warm winter feast.
Running, running, running, run. Through the forest. Dark. Snowing. Away from her.
Away. Sheith. Weasel. Fox. Black. Red eyes. Her. Away. Evil. Family, house, burn. Fire.
Burn. Flames. Burning. Redwall… Must get to Redwall… mother, father, brothers, baby
sister. Gone. Run. Run from Sheith. Run...away...away to Redwall. Die.
Chomp, chomp chomp.
"Mmmmm… chesknutters. How Oi luvv chesknutters."
"Iden, ol' pal! Don't eat 'em all or you'll start ta look like Myst! Hee hee! Hee
hee! Ow!"
"Serves you right, Snoof. Insultin' a poor liddle mouseymaid like me!" chew
chew.
The three friends were in Great Hall, watching Friar Dormet bring out the food. They
were also eating some stolen loot.
"Ahem! Iden mole! What have I told you about sneaking candied chestnuts before
a feast?!" The giant shadow of a badger mother enveloped the guilty party.
"Urr… soarry, Murther Armaine, marm," Iden smiled, guiltily.
"Myst, don't think I am blind to your bulging cheeks! And Snoof, I have never
known you to miss a chance at scoffing free food when you aren't supposed to." she
spoke harshly, but when Myst looked into her eyes, she could tell the badger mother was
smiling inside.
"Hee hee… ummm… Want one?" Myst asked, offering her elder a stolen
chestnut. Mother Armaine looked to both side to see if anybeast was watching. When she
reassured herself, she accepted the chestnut and popped it into her mouth.
"I won't tell if you won't, but I do have to take these away," she smiled, picking
up the stolen bowl of chestnuts. The three thieves watched her walk away, disappointed.
"Chesknutters…urrr," Iden moaned, watching the chestnuts being carried into the
kitchen.
"How I wish I could enjoy the sweet taste once again…" Snoof said, starry eyed.
"I sure am going to miss those chestnuts," Myst said, dazed.
"Yaaaaahhh! Attack!"
"Owch!" Myst turned around to see the dibbun, who had pounced on her back,
screaming. "Tual! Ya liddle rascal! I'll teach you to jump on me!" she shouted at the
baby hedgehog, a glint of childishness in her eye. She pulled Tual off of her and flung her
into the air, catching her before she fell to the ground.
"Hee hee hee! Tula not ascared a you! Myst iz funny!" she said, laughing.
"You seem to be Myst's only fanclub! Ha ha... Owch!" This time, Snoof was hit
in the head by Tual. Even Iden, the worrier he was, couldn't hide a laugh.
"Redwall… run too… black out… fading...knock…
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Everyone in Great Hall was sitting at the table, waiting for Abbot Almer to give a speech
for thanks when suddenly…
Knock, Knock, Knock.
Skipper of Otters looked over the main gate.
"Who comes? Friend or foe?"
"Friend...mouse… help me… die... weasle, red... die…
Skipper open the gate, startled. The creature was clearly in troble.
"Skipper! Who is it?" Mother Armaine ran to him, followed by the eyes of all at
the feast, who were watching for the new visitor. Skipper walked torwards her, carrying
the limp body of a muddy, thin, albino, mouse.
"She was at th' gate. After knockin' , she mumbled some mumbo jumbo an' just
fell over. I think she was delirious."
Mother Armaine took the mouse and carried her, amongst the curious Redwallers, to the
infermary.
To be continued next chapter…
Author's Notes:
Like it? I hope so. It's actually my second attempt at a Redwall fanfic. The first
one I never posted. It was way before I found out about fanfiction.net. Maybe I'll post
it… someday… Please review! It'll help make my story better. I'll add some tomorrow in
study hall in school. Blah...school...