The Dark Badger
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Chapter 2
Abbess Trimp seemed to glide down the steps of Great Hall, worn by many Redwallers. Anxious as to what the news may be, she hurried with all her speed. The mole had passed out through sheer pain, and a vortex of desperation struck Rosabel. What if he didn't recover? What was the message? Luckily, he recovered at the very moment the doors opened and Abbess Trimp hurried in. But not only these doors opened; the doors of fate opened too. Cradling the mole's head as if he was a babe, the Abbess waited for the information. Smiling through his tears, the mole began.
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Slash! Chronos's blade stole another life! Like a tornado, he blasted his immense power upon his enemies. Wounded everywhere, he struggled along the shores. The shores… of Salamandastron. Chronos had been given an assignment by Kantos: to take over Salamandastron. Given half the horde, he and his fivescore, eager troops, he had marched. But now… these hares were too powerful. Even though there was scarce more then threescore hares, he and his troops were driven back to the sea. Now, being his score versus their fifteen, Chronos struck with the mad power of victory. Seeing his chance, Colonel Dewbell stabbed Chronos, but to no avail. Disregarding the pain, Chronos took Dewbell in his arms, pulled him close, and skewered him with his blade. Gasping, the hares dropped their weapons. Their leader was down! Smiling with satisfaction, Chronos roared out: "Slay the rest!" Utterly dispirited, the remaining hares barely put up a fight. With half a score of vermin left, they marched to Salamandastron.
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Kantos was not having the same amount of luck, however. Dew shook itself off worn, saturated grass as the defeated troops charged away. Kantos and Chronos used to be the same: victory, defeat… but now, unknown to him, Chronos had won, and he had lost. Muttering his thoughts aloud to himself, Kantos swept on… Who would have thought that the Five Generals of Terracat* would be so..so.. strong? His blade shattered, his confidence was affected the same way. What he didn't know was they were after the same goal.
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"Bo urr, Mossflower has been taken over. There is a fortress in the northwest region named Darkmoon, oi believe, and the Five Generals of Terracat," He was rudely interrupted by Friar Dobbs, who laughed at the very thought of what he said. "The Five Generals of Terracat? Hah! That is just a tale to frighten Dibbuns!" The Abbess looked shamefully over at him.
"Friar Dobbs! It was Redwallers like you that caused us not to take action against the Marlfoxes when they invaded Mossflower!" She nodded to the mole to continue, but not before adding, "Sorry for the rude interruption." She bowed to the mole.
"Thank oi, miss! Oi be called Duggum!" He then told them about their plan. Their plan to take Redwall Abbey.
Fwirl was practicing again by the pond. She wasn't a typical squirrelmaid; the tranquillity of the peaceful gardens crippled by her masterful training of the blade. Whizzing up and down, a flash of blue and green, came the blade. It was a proper weapon: with a crosshilt and a lethal edge. Fwirl was training to become Abbey champion in alliance with their other aspiring champion: the squirrel Swiftwind. His full name was Swiftwind Reguba. He was one of the Reguba clan, which meant he had a natural feel for the blade. Even he was astounded by the skill of Fwirl, though, and he took her for a serious friend.
Something moved. Seeking prey. The prey… was found. The large creature lowered its scaly head… and charged.
Notes:
* The Five Generals of Terracat are all wildcats, each one mastering a certain weapon. Terracat Is the name of their headquarters, but nobody knows where it is situated. The tale spread, and it eventually was made into a fairy tale.
© Tamerultima 2002-2003 Tamerultima@Hotmail.com
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Chapter 2
Abbess Trimp seemed to glide down the steps of Great Hall, worn by many Redwallers. Anxious as to what the news may be, she hurried with all her speed. The mole had passed out through sheer pain, and a vortex of desperation struck Rosabel. What if he didn't recover? What was the message? Luckily, he recovered at the very moment the doors opened and Abbess Trimp hurried in. But not only these doors opened; the doors of fate opened too. Cradling the mole's head as if he was a babe, the Abbess waited for the information. Smiling through his tears, the mole began.
^_^
Slash! Chronos's blade stole another life! Like a tornado, he blasted his immense power upon his enemies. Wounded everywhere, he struggled along the shores. The shores… of Salamandastron. Chronos had been given an assignment by Kantos: to take over Salamandastron. Given half the horde, he and his fivescore, eager troops, he had marched. But now… these hares were too powerful. Even though there was scarce more then threescore hares, he and his troops were driven back to the sea. Now, being his score versus their fifteen, Chronos struck with the mad power of victory. Seeing his chance, Colonel Dewbell stabbed Chronos, but to no avail. Disregarding the pain, Chronos took Dewbell in his arms, pulled him close, and skewered him with his blade. Gasping, the hares dropped their weapons. Their leader was down! Smiling with satisfaction, Chronos roared out: "Slay the rest!" Utterly dispirited, the remaining hares barely put up a fight. With half a score of vermin left, they marched to Salamandastron.
^_^
Kantos was not having the same amount of luck, however. Dew shook itself off worn, saturated grass as the defeated troops charged away. Kantos and Chronos used to be the same: victory, defeat… but now, unknown to him, Chronos had won, and he had lost. Muttering his thoughts aloud to himself, Kantos swept on… Who would have thought that the Five Generals of Terracat* would be so..so.. strong? His blade shattered, his confidence was affected the same way. What he didn't know was they were after the same goal.
^_^
"Bo urr, Mossflower has been taken over. There is a fortress in the northwest region named Darkmoon, oi believe, and the Five Generals of Terracat," He was rudely interrupted by Friar Dobbs, who laughed at the very thought of what he said. "The Five Generals of Terracat? Hah! That is just a tale to frighten Dibbuns!" The Abbess looked shamefully over at him.
"Friar Dobbs! It was Redwallers like you that caused us not to take action against the Marlfoxes when they invaded Mossflower!" She nodded to the mole to continue, but not before adding, "Sorry for the rude interruption." She bowed to the mole.
"Thank oi, miss! Oi be called Duggum!" He then told them about their plan. Their plan to take Redwall Abbey.
Fwirl was practicing again by the pond. She wasn't a typical squirrelmaid; the tranquillity of the peaceful gardens crippled by her masterful training of the blade. Whizzing up and down, a flash of blue and green, came the blade. It was a proper weapon: with a crosshilt and a lethal edge. Fwirl was training to become Abbey champion in alliance with their other aspiring champion: the squirrel Swiftwind. His full name was Swiftwind Reguba. He was one of the Reguba clan, which meant he had a natural feel for the blade. Even he was astounded by the skill of Fwirl, though, and he took her for a serious friend.
Something moved. Seeking prey. The prey… was found. The large creature lowered its scaly head… and charged.
Notes:
* The Five Generals of Terracat are all wildcats, each one mastering a certain weapon. Terracat Is the name of their headquarters, but nobody knows where it is situated. The tale spread, and it eventually was made into a fairy tale.
© Tamerultima 2002-2003 Tamerultima@Hotmail.com