The Raven
For my 6 reviewers from Chapter 1 (wow, six reviews for the first chapter!!)-
Vane: I've made a career out of being creepy...XD Thank you for inspiring me to write more!
GriffinFire: You KNOW I have a strange mind!! You live with me!!
a random guy: I'm glad I've made you think...sometimes I don't think at all...in fact I can go for days without thinking... *trails off*
Zlost: I just love writing about ruined stuff. I guess that's what happens if you're bored in the middle of class... *whistles innocently* Really, there are only 700 Redwall stories? Wow. *blinks* The idea for the raven thing is just that I've had an obsession for the phrase 'The Raven' ever since I read the poem.
insert catchy name here: Okay, I'll call you 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidosius!' Or 'Spork!'
clara200: Yeah, it's supposed to be sad. ;_; Sometimes I make myself cry with all the angst I write...
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And if anybody ever bothers to read author's notes, then here's the two - well, there's three if you count the raven - characters featured in this chapter.
1) Turksha Dandrinel. Male. Red squirrel. Weapons: throwing stars (steel shurikens). Basically a creature that is supposed to be good acting as a bad guy.
2) Sparhawk Kirr. Female. Pine marten. Weapons: sword. A typical 'vermin' creature acting the nice, kind, happy-go-lucky adventurer.
I have a fetish for weird names. ^.^;; But anyway...I'll be changing POV's, flipping back and forth. Turk and Sparhawk won't meet each other for a while.
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Turksha was a warrior.
He lived by himself, roaming through the old, tangled trees of Mossflower Woods. No other creature abode there. He was alone, and he liked it like that.
Truth be told, there were no animals anywhere in the entire Mossflower region. Something had happened, too long ago for anybeast to remember, that had caused the disappearance of the Redwall mice and the horde of Cluny the Scourge. But they were all gone now, and that was all that mattered.
Turksha perched precariously on the highest limb of the great oak in which he'd made his temporary home, sniffing the air. He flicked a loose leaf irritably away from himself with his busy red tail. Yes, Turksha was a squirrel.
He was also not the nicest creature living in the woods. Death on paws to those who trespassed on his territory. He feared other creatures, and so he killed them before they could kill him.
Somewhat strange for a red squirrel. He polished his throwing stars lovingly. Shining steel, sharpened to fine points.
The raven watched him for a while, then took off and soared into the sky.
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Sparhawk's family had lived by the river for as long as she could remember. Pine martens were usually treated with mistrust, but the few other creatures that lived in the region - a scattering of voles and shrews - didn't bother them.
But this time Sparhawk had had enough. Life was too...dull. She needed an adventure. And had found one.
The family of pine martens had only one thing of value in their home - a sword, a beautiful sword. Supposedly Sparhawk's great-great-great- grandsire had taken it from a one-eyed rat after passing through Mossflower Woods. Supposedly it was of great value, and had been associated with Redwall Abbey, that long-ago haven in the midst of the wilds.
Sparhawk had always wanted to see what Redwall really looked like, and the food was reputed to be excellent. So late that night, she had snuck the sword and a map out of the house. She would have to follow the river for a while, then turn west and go through Mossflower.
And so she left, not noticing the black bird that was following her.
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So, there's the two - three! - characters. Any questions? Leave it in your review. ^_~
For my 6 reviewers from Chapter 1 (wow, six reviews for the first chapter!!)-
Vane: I've made a career out of being creepy...XD Thank you for inspiring me to write more!
GriffinFire: You KNOW I have a strange mind!! You live with me!!
a random guy: I'm glad I've made you think...sometimes I don't think at all...in fact I can go for days without thinking... *trails off*
Zlost: I just love writing about ruined stuff. I guess that's what happens if you're bored in the middle of class... *whistles innocently* Really, there are only 700 Redwall stories? Wow. *blinks* The idea for the raven thing is just that I've had an obsession for the phrase 'The Raven' ever since I read the poem.
insert catchy name here: Okay, I'll call you 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidosius!' Or 'Spork!'
clara200: Yeah, it's supposed to be sad. ;_; Sometimes I make myself cry with all the angst I write...
*****
And if anybody ever bothers to read author's notes, then here's the two - well, there's three if you count the raven - characters featured in this chapter.
1) Turksha Dandrinel. Male. Red squirrel. Weapons: throwing stars (steel shurikens). Basically a creature that is supposed to be good acting as a bad guy.
2) Sparhawk Kirr. Female. Pine marten. Weapons: sword. A typical 'vermin' creature acting the nice, kind, happy-go-lucky adventurer.
I have a fetish for weird names. ^.^;; But anyway...I'll be changing POV's, flipping back and forth. Turk and Sparhawk won't meet each other for a while.
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Turksha was a warrior.
He lived by himself, roaming through the old, tangled trees of Mossflower Woods. No other creature abode there. He was alone, and he liked it like that.
Truth be told, there were no animals anywhere in the entire Mossflower region. Something had happened, too long ago for anybeast to remember, that had caused the disappearance of the Redwall mice and the horde of Cluny the Scourge. But they were all gone now, and that was all that mattered.
Turksha perched precariously on the highest limb of the great oak in which he'd made his temporary home, sniffing the air. He flicked a loose leaf irritably away from himself with his busy red tail. Yes, Turksha was a squirrel.
He was also not the nicest creature living in the woods. Death on paws to those who trespassed on his territory. He feared other creatures, and so he killed them before they could kill him.
Somewhat strange for a red squirrel. He polished his throwing stars lovingly. Shining steel, sharpened to fine points.
The raven watched him for a while, then took off and soared into the sky.
*****
Sparhawk's family had lived by the river for as long as she could remember. Pine martens were usually treated with mistrust, but the few other creatures that lived in the region - a scattering of voles and shrews - didn't bother them.
But this time Sparhawk had had enough. Life was too...dull. She needed an adventure. And had found one.
The family of pine martens had only one thing of value in their home - a sword, a beautiful sword. Supposedly Sparhawk's great-great-great- grandsire had taken it from a one-eyed rat after passing through Mossflower Woods. Supposedly it was of great value, and had been associated with Redwall Abbey, that long-ago haven in the midst of the wilds.
Sparhawk had always wanted to see what Redwall really looked like, and the food was reputed to be excellent. So late that night, she had snuck the sword and a map out of the house. She would have to follow the river for a while, then turn west and go through Mossflower.
And so she left, not noticing the black bird that was following her.
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So, there's the two - three! - characters. Any questions? Leave it in your review. ^_~
