Disclaimer: So many chapters and I still don't own any of this world save
my own characters!
A/N: Yeay!! More than 50!!! What a long strange trip it's been, I can hardly believe it's over!! Good thing I have other stories to focus on now or I'd be lost!! How 'bout some reviews for the road? ^.~
Chapter 26: Epilogue
From the Recordings of Redwall Abbey:
Finally, spring has arrived to Redwall! The new hordes of little ones were nigh on staging a revolt if we 'stinky elders' had insisted on keeping them inside any longer. I can hear their happy squeals even in here next to my cozy fire. Ha ha, who would've thought an old privateer fox'd chose to hide away with paper and ink than play in the snow? Certainly not me! It came as quite a surprise to everyone when I discovered that my paws were more suited to the quill than the knife. In fact, the one most surprised was myself; I had only intended to help old Brother Thimbia start the new records by writing for him, suddenly I was suggesting words and he declared that I should take his place!
There is so much to tell of what happened over the winter that I suppose I should begin at the beginning. After the battle all of the Abbeybeasts were forced to erect a funeral pyre to send the bodies of our fallen comrades and our foes to the Dark Forest. Death's body was burned last and no one could bring themselves to cheer for his final destruction. Not when he may still have had the last victory. Not when our leader, Sheede Silvercat, lay in the Infirmary, one breath away from the Dark Forest herself. We were all concerned for her health, but it was Darkness who never left her side. I worried that if Sheede were to die, we would lose Dar as well. He would die of grief. But joy and triumph finally exploded on our Abbey only a few days after the Pyre, it was after a somber breakfast that Dar came running down the stairs crying, "She's awake! She said that Martin and Russano told her to stay, that she had time!!" The meaning of this statement was lost in the mad rush up the stairs to greet our hero.
Sheede improved quickly and the moment she could walk she held a meeting with everyone. She reminded us of the sacrifices that we suffered and of our lost brothers and sisters. Our hearts lifted when she shared her next information; Martin had come to her in a dream! She explained that Martin had told her who was to be the next Abbess-now to be perfectly honest, when she said Abbess we all thought it would be her-and that it was to be young Marcy. And before we could dissolve into cheers she finished by saying that Martin had given her one final mission. Silence fell. Martin had told her to put together a crew and send them out to sea; and bring back all of our crew's family members! We're all to stay at the Abbey and roam no more! Pepperjack, who is the new Skipper of Otters, is to lead them. I can hardly wait to see my mate, Autumnbreeze, with her russet, golden fur, and sparkling green eyes. Oh, listen to me get off track; I sound like a kit just out of the den!
We held our naming ceremony the following full moon and the winter was christened the Winter of Freedom's Return. I had never seen a larger party in my life; it was beautiful to see the procession of smiling creatures return triumphant from the attic with the Tapestry of Martin intact! That was before the naming of spring feast; which is just beginning as I write. It will be after this that Lord Stonepaw (2nd!) and Commander Phillet Longears Stridefellow the third journey to Salamandastron to take up their duties.
My, my, those dibbuns are loud! Good heavens! Forgive that verbal outburst, but I felt that as the Abbey Recorder, I should record everything and Lord Stonepaw just ran by the window with no less than twenty babes clinging to his back! Oh, and there goes Sheede and Darkness with a load as well; those two are expecting a litter in a few weeks! I'm to be a godfather! No wonder this is to be the Spring of New Growth! And now Abbess Marcy has just skipped by! That is it, I can't miss anymore of this party!
You are welcome to join us if you are passing by. So long as you are kind of heart and generous of spirit, our gates are open.
Tyril Fireblade, Recorder of Redwall Abbey
A/N: Yeay!! More than 50!!! What a long strange trip it's been, I can hardly believe it's over!! Good thing I have other stories to focus on now or I'd be lost!! How 'bout some reviews for the road? ^.~
Chapter 26: Epilogue
From the Recordings of Redwall Abbey:
Finally, spring has arrived to Redwall! The new hordes of little ones were nigh on staging a revolt if we 'stinky elders' had insisted on keeping them inside any longer. I can hear their happy squeals even in here next to my cozy fire. Ha ha, who would've thought an old privateer fox'd chose to hide away with paper and ink than play in the snow? Certainly not me! It came as quite a surprise to everyone when I discovered that my paws were more suited to the quill than the knife. In fact, the one most surprised was myself; I had only intended to help old Brother Thimbia start the new records by writing for him, suddenly I was suggesting words and he declared that I should take his place!
There is so much to tell of what happened over the winter that I suppose I should begin at the beginning. After the battle all of the Abbeybeasts were forced to erect a funeral pyre to send the bodies of our fallen comrades and our foes to the Dark Forest. Death's body was burned last and no one could bring themselves to cheer for his final destruction. Not when he may still have had the last victory. Not when our leader, Sheede Silvercat, lay in the Infirmary, one breath away from the Dark Forest herself. We were all concerned for her health, but it was Darkness who never left her side. I worried that if Sheede were to die, we would lose Dar as well. He would die of grief. But joy and triumph finally exploded on our Abbey only a few days after the Pyre, it was after a somber breakfast that Dar came running down the stairs crying, "She's awake! She said that Martin and Russano told her to stay, that she had time!!" The meaning of this statement was lost in the mad rush up the stairs to greet our hero.
Sheede improved quickly and the moment she could walk she held a meeting with everyone. She reminded us of the sacrifices that we suffered and of our lost brothers and sisters. Our hearts lifted when she shared her next information; Martin had come to her in a dream! She explained that Martin had told her who was to be the next Abbess-now to be perfectly honest, when she said Abbess we all thought it would be her-and that it was to be young Marcy. And before we could dissolve into cheers she finished by saying that Martin had given her one final mission. Silence fell. Martin had told her to put together a crew and send them out to sea; and bring back all of our crew's family members! We're all to stay at the Abbey and roam no more! Pepperjack, who is the new Skipper of Otters, is to lead them. I can hardly wait to see my mate, Autumnbreeze, with her russet, golden fur, and sparkling green eyes. Oh, listen to me get off track; I sound like a kit just out of the den!
We held our naming ceremony the following full moon and the winter was christened the Winter of Freedom's Return. I had never seen a larger party in my life; it was beautiful to see the procession of smiling creatures return triumphant from the attic with the Tapestry of Martin intact! That was before the naming of spring feast; which is just beginning as I write. It will be after this that Lord Stonepaw (2nd!) and Commander Phillet Longears Stridefellow the third journey to Salamandastron to take up their duties.
My, my, those dibbuns are loud! Good heavens! Forgive that verbal outburst, but I felt that as the Abbey Recorder, I should record everything and Lord Stonepaw just ran by the window with no less than twenty babes clinging to his back! Oh, and there goes Sheede and Darkness with a load as well; those two are expecting a litter in a few weeks! I'm to be a godfather! No wonder this is to be the Spring of New Growth! And now Abbess Marcy has just skipped by! That is it, I can't miss anymore of this party!
You are welcome to join us if you are passing by. So long as you are kind of heart and generous of spirit, our gates are open.
Tyril Fireblade, Recorder of Redwall Abbey