The whole Redwall thing is property of Brian Jaques.
In this story, I only own the characters(except for Martin The Warrior, he is mentioned a few times) and the places. Thanks for reading my story, please R and R.
Chapter One:Secrets in the Desert
The desert was big, and hardly the right place for an old and bent mouse to be wandering though. And yet there he was, a large pack on his back, obviously as full as was possible. The entire thing looked as if it might burst. Out of its folds hung lots of little things:thin gold chains, a colorfull feather, a red silky cloth, many things that would indicate he was a traveling sales man.
He hadnt meant to come into the desert. He was being followed by a gang of pirates and had figured this was the best way to get rid of them. No one was stupid enough to walk though the Desert of Snow.There wasnt actually snow, as it was a desert. But there were miles and miles of the whitest sand, giving the illusion of a snowland.
As the old man trudged through the desert, he hunched over, staring at his feet. He had made it farther then any mouse his age could, and further still. But the sun was starting to get to him. And he had run here from those pirates so fast, he hand even thought of filling his bottle with water,let alone buying some food. At this point, anyone else would have givin up all hope, having gone so far into a baren sandland without vittles, but not this mouse. On the contrary, he quickend his pace, hoping to find the deserts edge at soon as possible.
And so, he walked, withough looking back. Or up, for that matter, wich at that moment, was maybe not such a good idea, for he ran into something very hard. He fell backward onto his pack,sat dazed for a moment, and then rubbed his aching head while he mumbled angrily. He looked up to see what he had hit, and saw a great rock, three times his size either way.He stood to get a better look at it, blocking the burning sun with his paw, when he saw a dark shape behind the rock. He stepped around the rock and saw mountain. A single mountain, a thin looming mountain, as white as the sand that surrounded it. He stared at it for a moment, wondering what on earth a lone mountain was doing in the middle of absolute no where. Then realizing there may be a mountain stream of some sort of edible something, he started towards it, now a bit faster with the thought of water in mind.
He reached the mountain a moment a later, and was suprised to find a path nicely carved out of the rock winding about the mountain. Still thirsty beyond belief, the wrinkled mouse began walking up the path, now wondering how the path had been made.
A few hours later, and after quite a few rests, he made it to the top. There was a ledge cut into the tip of mountain, and across from the wide opening wich aloud the looker to see just how big the Desert of Snow was form so high up, was a small hole." Oh good" thought the mouse "a cave where I can get away from the sun. And maybe find some water!" He licked his dry lips as he entered. He found that it was actually not a cave, as he had thought, but a tunnel slanting downwards.Obviously not one to give up easily, he started down the tunnel, pushing the thought of water out of his mind to stop his mouth from water.
He walked and walked, the tunnel seemed to go on forever. Following the same pattern as the path outside, it spireled down, into complete darkness. With only his hand on the cave wall to guid him, the traveler went on. After hours of this, he thought that he must have gone down far enought to be below the base of the moutnain. And just as he was about to sit and take a rest, he heard a faint noise, wich grew slowly into the muffled sound of a buisy village." I must be going mad" he thought. But he walked faster, for he had never heard strange noises before, and tried to make himself feel better by blaming it on the rush of a mountain river.
As he rounded a bend he stopped in his tracks, for he saw a faint glow of light, and now the sound of creatures talking grew louder. He ran towards the light, eager to see what it was, and gasped as he found its source.
there was an enourmous cavern. More then a cavern. It looked as if the whole mountain had been hollowed out, the walls disappearing as they got hire, into darkeness. But that was not what amazed him the most. For in the cavern, was a town. There were stone streets, homes and shops carved out of rocks, tall rock posts scattered about the town, each holding huge candles whose wicks were big enough, that when lit, made fire big enough for a fire place. The sound of the croud,had been the towns inhabitants, a massive number of squirrels, all as white as the sand in the desert.
The old mouse stood there at the cave entrence, staring up dumfounded at the wonderous site. He could only get one whispered word out. "How".
The guard squirrrel was playing checkers with one of the town squirrels. At they lived out in the middle of a desert, they didnt get many visitors. But they believes in the old saying "better safe then sorry".
The guard had won the game and stood up and danced about, yelling a victory cry, as his opponent watched him angrily.
"Oh sit yur bum down, Fermod. Your 'eads gettin to big fur ye."
But Fermod continude to dance. Until he saw an old mouse standing at the entrence. Then he stopped dancing. He gaped . How could and old potato bag like that get here!?!
He quikly came back to mind when his checkers mate threw a checker at him and hit him in the head.
" 'Ey Fermod, whats up with you?"
Fermod grabbed his spear and ran up to the mouse, pointing his spear at him.
"Whats your named and buisness?" Fermod said.
The mouse said nothing, just continued to stare and the place he had just stumbled upon.
Fermod repeated himself firmly "name and buisness, please".
The mouse slowly moved his gaze to the squirrel guard and then jumped out of his trance.
" Oh right, sorry. This is an amazing place, absolutely amazing. Never in my life! Just cant believe it! How in the name of Martin the Warrior did you build all this?"
Furmod stared at him, still waiting for his answer.
"Oh yes. Well I was being chased by this band of pirates that I met in a pub and, oh its a long story. The name is Pilkaro. Pilkaro the wandering salesman at your service." And he offered out his hand for a shake.
In this story, I only own the characters(except for Martin The Warrior, he is mentioned a few times) and the places. Thanks for reading my story, please R and R.
Chapter One:Secrets in the Desert
The desert was big, and hardly the right place for an old and bent mouse to be wandering though. And yet there he was, a large pack on his back, obviously as full as was possible. The entire thing looked as if it might burst. Out of its folds hung lots of little things:thin gold chains, a colorfull feather, a red silky cloth, many things that would indicate he was a traveling sales man.
He hadnt meant to come into the desert. He was being followed by a gang of pirates and had figured this was the best way to get rid of them. No one was stupid enough to walk though the Desert of Snow.There wasnt actually snow, as it was a desert. But there were miles and miles of the whitest sand, giving the illusion of a snowland.
As the old man trudged through the desert, he hunched over, staring at his feet. He had made it farther then any mouse his age could, and further still. But the sun was starting to get to him. And he had run here from those pirates so fast, he hand even thought of filling his bottle with water,let alone buying some food. At this point, anyone else would have givin up all hope, having gone so far into a baren sandland without vittles, but not this mouse. On the contrary, he quickend his pace, hoping to find the deserts edge at soon as possible.
And so, he walked, withough looking back. Or up, for that matter, wich at that moment, was maybe not such a good idea, for he ran into something very hard. He fell backward onto his pack,sat dazed for a moment, and then rubbed his aching head while he mumbled angrily. He looked up to see what he had hit, and saw a great rock, three times his size either way.He stood to get a better look at it, blocking the burning sun with his paw, when he saw a dark shape behind the rock. He stepped around the rock and saw mountain. A single mountain, a thin looming mountain, as white as the sand that surrounded it. He stared at it for a moment, wondering what on earth a lone mountain was doing in the middle of absolute no where. Then realizing there may be a mountain stream of some sort of edible something, he started towards it, now a bit faster with the thought of water in mind.
He reached the mountain a moment a later, and was suprised to find a path nicely carved out of the rock winding about the mountain. Still thirsty beyond belief, the wrinkled mouse began walking up the path, now wondering how the path had been made.
A few hours later, and after quite a few rests, he made it to the top. There was a ledge cut into the tip of mountain, and across from the wide opening wich aloud the looker to see just how big the Desert of Snow was form so high up, was a small hole." Oh good" thought the mouse "a cave where I can get away from the sun. And maybe find some water!" He licked his dry lips as he entered. He found that it was actually not a cave, as he had thought, but a tunnel slanting downwards.Obviously not one to give up easily, he started down the tunnel, pushing the thought of water out of his mind to stop his mouth from water.
He walked and walked, the tunnel seemed to go on forever. Following the same pattern as the path outside, it spireled down, into complete darkness. With only his hand on the cave wall to guid him, the traveler went on. After hours of this, he thought that he must have gone down far enought to be below the base of the moutnain. And just as he was about to sit and take a rest, he heard a faint noise, wich grew slowly into the muffled sound of a buisy village." I must be going mad" he thought. But he walked faster, for he had never heard strange noises before, and tried to make himself feel better by blaming it on the rush of a mountain river.
As he rounded a bend he stopped in his tracks, for he saw a faint glow of light, and now the sound of creatures talking grew louder. He ran towards the light, eager to see what it was, and gasped as he found its source.
there was an enourmous cavern. More then a cavern. It looked as if the whole mountain had been hollowed out, the walls disappearing as they got hire, into darkeness. But that was not what amazed him the most. For in the cavern, was a town. There were stone streets, homes and shops carved out of rocks, tall rock posts scattered about the town, each holding huge candles whose wicks were big enough, that when lit, made fire big enough for a fire place. The sound of the croud,had been the towns inhabitants, a massive number of squirrels, all as white as the sand in the desert.
The old mouse stood there at the cave entrence, staring up dumfounded at the wonderous site. He could only get one whispered word out. "How".
The guard squirrrel was playing checkers with one of the town squirrels. At they lived out in the middle of a desert, they didnt get many visitors. But they believes in the old saying "better safe then sorry".
The guard had won the game and stood up and danced about, yelling a victory cry, as his opponent watched him angrily.
"Oh sit yur bum down, Fermod. Your 'eads gettin to big fur ye."
But Fermod continude to dance. Until he saw an old mouse standing at the entrence. Then he stopped dancing. He gaped . How could and old potato bag like that get here!?!
He quikly came back to mind when his checkers mate threw a checker at him and hit him in the head.
" 'Ey Fermod, whats up with you?"
Fermod grabbed his spear and ran up to the mouse, pointing his spear at him.
"Whats your named and buisness?" Fermod said.
The mouse said nothing, just continued to stare and the place he had just stumbled upon.
Fermod repeated himself firmly "name and buisness, please".
The mouse slowly moved his gaze to the squirrel guard and then jumped out of his trance.
" Oh right, sorry. This is an amazing place, absolutely amazing. Never in my life! Just cant believe it! How in the name of Martin the Warrior did you build all this?"
Furmod stared at him, still waiting for his answer.
"Oh yes. Well I was being chased by this band of pirates that I met in a pub and, oh its a long story. The name is Pilkaro. Pilkaro the wandering salesman at your service." And he offered out his hand for a shake.
