A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get up, I will try to write them faster. I'm busy with school right now. If you have any ideas for the next chapter, they are welcome! I need to fill in some time before an idea I have for later can happen.
Also, I'm sorry about the way this uploaded, it won't let me indent or have my text centered. If you know of any way to solve this I'd be glad to know. Thanks!
-Tess
Raidum was not a pleased weasel. Ever since he had raided the home of an aged mole, his mind had been troubled. In the mole's burrow home, he had found a golden plate, the only thing of value the creature seemed to own. On this meager reward there was an inscription, in riddle form leading the way to what was in the poem said to be a bonanza of weapons made from gold, jewels and silver. The poem rang over and over in his mind,
Deep inside the forest of mossflower
Look in a place where many would cower
If you seek daggers of jewels, silver, and gold
Hidden 'neath the brown coils so cold,
Look for the tree with foliage of red
Watched 'ver by the great green head
Only when creatures collect the season's reward
Do you seek the one long slain by a sword.
A soft knock on the wooden post of his temporary tent brought the weasel out of his attempts to solve the riddle.
"Yes?" Raidum called impatiently. The two rats he had sent to patrol the north and east areas around the encampment nervously pulled up the loose flap of material used as a door. Raidum was in fact a fearful sight. Born albino, his pink eyes pierced the wits of all his horde. He made the inside of his mouth red with dye, and wore a tunic and flowing cloak of the same crimson shade. Around his waist was a lizard skin belt, holding a scimitar studded with rubies. The rats knew inside that cloak there were plenty of throwing knives that could take their lives if they made a wrong move.
"Sir," the first one said nervously. "We have both spotted a large redstone buildin' with 'uge walls."
"Aye," the second one continued. "lots 'n lots of mice, moles, all kinds o' forest creatures living there. I may have even seen a badger." Fortunately for the rats, this raised Raidum's spirits.
"Go eat some food, if there's any left by the fire, and tomorrow you can look again in the day light at that Redstone place." Suddenly the weasel became very gay. A grin spread across the villain's face as he let out a wicked laugh. The rats nearly flew from the tent, fearing for their lives.
Raidum stepped out of his tent, and into the pale moonlight. Off a ways he could hear the restless shouts of his horde around two fires. He silently crept up to the closest one, where more of the vermin were sleeping than at the other. The rest at this fire were arguing over the last few roasted birds, no doubt it would turn into a fight that would put him out one or two soldiers by the morning. Though this was no worry of his. He instead woke two ferrets and a rat whom had before proved to be some of his most loyal beasts. As soon as the three realized who had shrugged them, they silently stood at full attention. Raidum hid a snicker and motioned them to follow him. A plan already forming in his mind of how he would use the redstone building after he had over taken it. For now he would just have a little peak around.
Little did the warlord know that some creature was silently watching him. If it had not been for the three bodyguards he had recruited, which the observer had little faith in, Raidum would have surly been dead.
In Redwall Abbey, supper had been eaten, and the Dubbins and elders were peacefully sleeping in the dormitories. The awake creatures were talking quietly amongst themselves or enjoying the cool night, gazing at the harvest moon.
Blossum, Isbel, and Clover sat upon the south battlements, looking at the moon. Not yet tired enough for bed. There was a slight breeze that ruffled the maids' fur, and carried a light scent of flowers. The silence was only broken by a few chirping crickets and the rustle of leaves. Suddenly, Blossum brought up the topic that had been bothering her through out the afternoon,
"Do you really think that those vermin hordes will attack Redwall?"
It was silent for a moment, the three friends looked to the orange sphere in front of them, as if it held the answer.
"They looked mean enough to," Isbel said quietly.
With a sort of plain, sad sound in her voice Clover answered,
"Yes, of course they will. They want nothing more than to slaughter the innocent and steal the possessions of the ones they slay. I doubt they'll succeed, but they will attack."
The squirrelmaid and hogmaid looked up at the mousemaid. A pit of dread beginning to grow in each of their stomachs at the knowledgeable words of their friend. Their faces showed no sign of their inner feeling, only somber looks reached Clover's eyes.
The creatures sat on the wall for a little longer, each dwelling on their own private thoughts. Their eyelids started drooping, and they decided to descend the south wall steps. In silence, they made their way to the Great Hall, only the kitchen helpers, cleaning up the remains of dinner were still there. The maids nodded to them drowsily, and began ascending the stairs to the dormitory. As they were about half way there, Isbel asked Clover a question,
"How come you are so positive the vermin are going to attack?"
Clover turned her head and muttered, "experience".
With the cryptic word burned in her mind, Isbel went to sleep knowing that Clover must have suffered a past similar to hers.
Also, I'm sorry about the way this uploaded, it won't let me indent or have my text centered. If you know of any way to solve this I'd be glad to know. Thanks!
-Tess
Raidum was not a pleased weasel. Ever since he had raided the home of an aged mole, his mind had been troubled. In the mole's burrow home, he had found a golden plate, the only thing of value the creature seemed to own. On this meager reward there was an inscription, in riddle form leading the way to what was in the poem said to be a bonanza of weapons made from gold, jewels and silver. The poem rang over and over in his mind,
Deep inside the forest of mossflower
Look in a place where many would cower
If you seek daggers of jewels, silver, and gold
Hidden 'neath the brown coils so cold,
Look for the tree with foliage of red
Watched 'ver by the great green head
Only when creatures collect the season's reward
Do you seek the one long slain by a sword.
A soft knock on the wooden post of his temporary tent brought the weasel out of his attempts to solve the riddle.
"Yes?" Raidum called impatiently. The two rats he had sent to patrol the north and east areas around the encampment nervously pulled up the loose flap of material used as a door. Raidum was in fact a fearful sight. Born albino, his pink eyes pierced the wits of all his horde. He made the inside of his mouth red with dye, and wore a tunic and flowing cloak of the same crimson shade. Around his waist was a lizard skin belt, holding a scimitar studded with rubies. The rats knew inside that cloak there were plenty of throwing knives that could take their lives if they made a wrong move.
"Sir," the first one said nervously. "We have both spotted a large redstone buildin' with 'uge walls."
"Aye," the second one continued. "lots 'n lots of mice, moles, all kinds o' forest creatures living there. I may have even seen a badger." Fortunately for the rats, this raised Raidum's spirits.
"Go eat some food, if there's any left by the fire, and tomorrow you can look again in the day light at that Redstone place." Suddenly the weasel became very gay. A grin spread across the villain's face as he let out a wicked laugh. The rats nearly flew from the tent, fearing for their lives.
Raidum stepped out of his tent, and into the pale moonlight. Off a ways he could hear the restless shouts of his horde around two fires. He silently crept up to the closest one, where more of the vermin were sleeping than at the other. The rest at this fire were arguing over the last few roasted birds, no doubt it would turn into a fight that would put him out one or two soldiers by the morning. Though this was no worry of his. He instead woke two ferrets and a rat whom had before proved to be some of his most loyal beasts. As soon as the three realized who had shrugged them, they silently stood at full attention. Raidum hid a snicker and motioned them to follow him. A plan already forming in his mind of how he would use the redstone building after he had over taken it. For now he would just have a little peak around.
Little did the warlord know that some creature was silently watching him. If it had not been for the three bodyguards he had recruited, which the observer had little faith in, Raidum would have surly been dead.
In Redwall Abbey, supper had been eaten, and the Dubbins and elders were peacefully sleeping in the dormitories. The awake creatures were talking quietly amongst themselves or enjoying the cool night, gazing at the harvest moon.
Blossum, Isbel, and Clover sat upon the south battlements, looking at the moon. Not yet tired enough for bed. There was a slight breeze that ruffled the maids' fur, and carried a light scent of flowers. The silence was only broken by a few chirping crickets and the rustle of leaves. Suddenly, Blossum brought up the topic that had been bothering her through out the afternoon,
"Do you really think that those vermin hordes will attack Redwall?"
It was silent for a moment, the three friends looked to the orange sphere in front of them, as if it held the answer.
"They looked mean enough to," Isbel said quietly.
With a sort of plain, sad sound in her voice Clover answered,
"Yes, of course they will. They want nothing more than to slaughter the innocent and steal the possessions of the ones they slay. I doubt they'll succeed, but they will attack."
The squirrelmaid and hogmaid looked up at the mousemaid. A pit of dread beginning to grow in each of their stomachs at the knowledgeable words of their friend. Their faces showed no sign of their inner feeling, only somber looks reached Clover's eyes.
The creatures sat on the wall for a little longer, each dwelling on their own private thoughts. Their eyelids started drooping, and they decided to descend the south wall steps. In silence, they made their way to the Great Hall, only the kitchen helpers, cleaning up the remains of dinner were still there. The maids nodded to them drowsily, and began ascending the stairs to the dormitory. As they were about half way there, Isbel asked Clover a question,
"How come you are so positive the vermin are going to attack?"
Clover turned her head and muttered, "experience".
With the cryptic word burned in her mind, Isbel went to sleep knowing that Clover must have suffered a past similar to hers.