Chapter One
"One among us all,
Will travel there one day,
To find the hidden treasure,
Buried in the clay.
Only one must seek it,
All the others die,
Only one will go there,
Plus the one that flies.
The flyer will carry,
The one upon his back,
May the mighty sword,
Be something they not lack.
Across the rugged mountain,
The pair of two will soar,
Though snow may fall,
And rains do poor.
Over the wavy sea,
Bring searats to their knees,
Over the sandy beach,
Where nobeast can reach.
The two will stay together,
Long throughout their days,
'Til one will go to rest,
The other one lays.
They go on forever,
Just like best friends should,
And that would always happen,
If only, only it could."
A beautiful mousemaid sang a sweet tune softly to herself as she walked along the path. She was a mere loaner, not Outcast, just loaner. All her life, from when she was just born, she lived alone. Her father had abandoned her, not wanting a single thing to remind him of his young wife. This young mouse did not know any of this. Nobeast knew who she was, not even herself. She was to be no named for her life, or so she thought. She was a born warrior. She carried a hand crafted stone dagger at her side. She was skilled with arrows, the local squirrels taught her. She was also a skilled slinger, the otters taught her that. All those animals out there that helped her, couldn't even give her a name. Many seasons had passed since she last encountered another creature, save the birds. She has thought long and hard for a name suitable for her. She could come up with absolutely nothing. She trekked on through the forest, not knowing where she was. She knew one thing, she was headed towards the Redwall Abbey.
"One among us all,
Will travel there one day,
To find the hidden treasure,
Buried in the clay.
Only one must seek it,
All the others die,
Only one will go there,
Plus the one that flies.
The flyer will carry,
The one upon his back,
May the mighty sword,
Be something they not lack.
Across the rugged mountain,
The pair of two will soar,
Though snow may fall,
And rains do poor.
Over the wavy sea,
Bring searats to their knees,
Over the sandy beach,
Where nobeast can reach.
The two will stay together,
Long throughout their days,
'Til one will go to rest,
The other one lays.
They go on forever,
Just like best friends should,
And that would always happen,
If only, only it could."
A beautiful mousemaid sang a sweet tune softly to herself as she walked along the path. She was a mere loaner, not Outcast, just loaner. All her life, from when she was just born, she lived alone. Her father had abandoned her, not wanting a single thing to remind him of his young wife. This young mouse did not know any of this. Nobeast knew who she was, not even herself. She was to be no named for her life, or so she thought. She was a born warrior. She carried a hand crafted stone dagger at her side. She was skilled with arrows, the local squirrels taught her. She was also a skilled slinger, the otters taught her that. All those animals out there that helped her, couldn't even give her a name. Many seasons had passed since she last encountered another creature, save the birds. She has thought long and hard for a name suitable for her. She could come up with absolutely nothing. She trekked on through the forest, not knowing where she was. She knew one thing, she was headed towards the Redwall Abbey.
