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 3: The Feast *************************** Pilkaro walked into the great hall to the sound of laughter and merry making. There were some may lit candles lit, that you could see into ever nook and cranny. There was also enough food for an entire forest to eat. But there looked to be enough squirrels, young and old, to finish it all of before the night was over. Every squirrel in the mountain had been invited, and all had washed and groomed, and were dressed in there best tunics. Everyone appluaded Pilkaro as he entered, for it was a very special occasion when a someone, not looking for trouble, found there mountain. Pilkaro blushed all the way down to his toes. He was usually tossed out of feasts. Not given one.
He was given a seat on the left of the king, the queen was sitting on the right side, and next to her, the princess. Martello and a few more guards stood in a line behind the King and his family. Pilkaro winked at Martello as he sat, and Martello smiled back. "Finally!"roared the King laughing and smacking Pilkaro on the back," thought you never come! Come now. Eat!"
And he did. He had some of everything on the table, savouring every last bit. He had never eaten such food in his life, sometimes having to eat bugs he had to catch while he was traveling. And he was eating to intently, he didnt notice Princess Amallo watching his every move, and her fallen face when he reached for more food. She was eager to talk to him.
When Pilkaro was almost done with his pudding, the King stood and clapped his hands. Everyone stopped talking and laughing and looked at the King. A guard walked through the entrance, carrying Pilkaros pack. "Now, Pilkaro,"said the king "are you ready to do a little magic for us?"
Pilkaro, who had just put a large sthingyful of pudding in his mouth, looked up at the king, back at the other feasters, and then tried to say "Of course", but he only got about half of it out before he choked a bit. The King laughed and gave Pilkaro another swat in the back, pulled his chair out, and led him to the front of his hall where is pack sat waiting.
"Good, good" said the King."Then let the show begin!" A cheer rang up threw the croud as Pilkaro stood, wiping pudding from the side of his mouth. "Right then," he said."here we go."
He stood infront of his apck, blocking the crouds view, and began filling his robes with different things. When he was done, we walked to the large bonfire in the center of the room and cleared his throat. He used a deep, but powerful voice. "Prepare" he whispered, though everyone could hear him. Then he yelled "TO BE AMAZED!!"
He threw a handful of yellow dust into the fire. The flames turned gold and grew taller and taller, swirling about madly, sending out silver and black sparks around the room over the awed croud. The squirrels screamed with delight as he tossed more colored powder into the flames, some making little green snakes, others making many colored daisies that lightly fell on the dibbuns noses and gave then little tickles.
Half way throught the show,Princess Amallo leaned over towards her mother. "Hes very good isnt he?"she asked looking longingly at her mother.
"Yes, quite." Her mothers eyes were riveted to a giant blue butterfly that had just burst from the fire.
"Im sure he has lots of adventures."
"Im sure he does."
"Im sure hes been to lots of places."
"Yes, dear. Im sure he has."
"Im sure hes maybe...been in alot of dangerous situations."
"M-hm."
"Im sure that...maybe...hes has to fight with a sword."
That did it. Both her mother, father,and Martello who had been listening, looked at her, almost horrified. Her mother just kept opening and closing her mouth, looking furious, but not able to find the words. Her father, eyes nearly red with anger stood and got ready to yell.Martello instinctly covered his ears;this happened alot.
Just as the King was about to start his yelling fit, a huge *BOOM* and a blue light filled the room. The all the squirrels, save four, burst into applause as Pilkaro stood on the edge of the now, calmer bonfire, hands raised to the ceiling, bowing intensly. "Thank you! Thank you!". The king looked back at his daughter and said, trying his hardest to stay calm,"We'll talk after dinner." He and his wife glared at their daughter for another moment, before they stood and joined the appluase, now looking just as happy as everyone else. The Princess stood quickly and walked out of the hall, and Martello followed her.
After a while of being hounded by young squirrels, begging Pilkaro to do more, the queen caught his pitiful glance and announced that the feast was over, and it was time for everyone to go home. Pilkaro walked up to the king and queen and graciuosly thanked then repeatedly for the feast and their hospitality.
"Now," he asked" when can we talk about the history of your grand mountain, your magesty?" The King yawned, and replyed "Tomorrow, you magical little mouse. And perhaps you can show me how you do that one trick with butterfly."
The queen smiled as her husband and the mouse Pilkaro walked out of the hall, hands on eachothers shoulders, laughing like old friends. She continude to smile after they left, until she looked around to speak with Amallo, but she was gone.
"Have you seen where my daughter went?" She asked a guard. "No, your highness, I havent. But Martellos gone aswell. Mayhap she went out for a night stroll." The queen sighed deeply and looked out the window."Yes, Im sure she has."
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Im so so so sorry that I keep fixing everything. Im still trying to get the hang of all this. Give me some time, and hopefully, I'll have figured it out.
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 3: The Feast *************************** Pilkaro walked into the great hall to the sound of laughter and merry making. There were some may lit candles lit, that you could see into ever nook and cranny. There was also enough food for an entire forest to eat. But there looked to be enough squirrels, young and old, to finish it all of before the night was over. Every squirrel in the mountain had been invited, and all had washed and groomed, and were dressed in there best tunics. Everyone appluaded Pilkaro as he entered, for it was a very special occasion when a someone, not looking for trouble, found there mountain. Pilkaro blushed all the way down to his toes. He was usually tossed out of feasts. Not given one.
He was given a seat on the left of the king, the queen was sitting on the right side, and next to her, the princess. Martello and a few more guards stood in a line behind the King and his family. Pilkaro winked at Martello as he sat, and Martello smiled back. "Finally!"roared the King laughing and smacking Pilkaro on the back," thought you never come! Come now. Eat!"
And he did. He had some of everything on the table, savouring every last bit. He had never eaten such food in his life, sometimes having to eat bugs he had to catch while he was traveling. And he was eating to intently, he didnt notice Princess Amallo watching his every move, and her fallen face when he reached for more food. She was eager to talk to him.
When Pilkaro was almost done with his pudding, the King stood and clapped his hands. Everyone stopped talking and laughing and looked at the King. A guard walked through the entrance, carrying Pilkaros pack. "Now, Pilkaro,"said the king "are you ready to do a little magic for us?"
Pilkaro, who had just put a large sthingyful of pudding in his mouth, looked up at the king, back at the other feasters, and then tried to say "Of course", but he only got about half of it out before he choked a bit. The King laughed and gave Pilkaro another swat in the back, pulled his chair out, and led him to the front of his hall where is pack sat waiting.
"Good, good" said the King."Then let the show begin!" A cheer rang up threw the croud as Pilkaro stood, wiping pudding from the side of his mouth. "Right then," he said."here we go."
He stood infront of his apck, blocking the crouds view, and began filling his robes with different things. When he was done, we walked to the large bonfire in the center of the room and cleared his throat. He used a deep, but powerful voice. "Prepare" he whispered, though everyone could hear him. Then he yelled "TO BE AMAZED!!"
He threw a handful of yellow dust into the fire. The flames turned gold and grew taller and taller, swirling about madly, sending out silver and black sparks around the room over the awed croud. The squirrels screamed with delight as he tossed more colored powder into the flames, some making little green snakes, others making many colored daisies that lightly fell on the dibbuns noses and gave then little tickles.
Half way throught the show,Princess Amallo leaned over towards her mother. "Hes very good isnt he?"she asked looking longingly at her mother.
"Yes, quite." Her mothers eyes were riveted to a giant blue butterfly that had just burst from the fire.
"Im sure he has lots of adventures."
"Im sure he does."
"Im sure hes been to lots of places."
"Yes, dear. Im sure he has."
"Im sure hes maybe...been in alot of dangerous situations."
"M-hm."
"Im sure that...maybe...hes has to fight with a sword."
That did it. Both her mother, father,and Martello who had been listening, looked at her, almost horrified. Her mother just kept opening and closing her mouth, looking furious, but not able to find the words. Her father, eyes nearly red with anger stood and got ready to yell.Martello instinctly covered his ears;this happened alot.
Just as the King was about to start his yelling fit, a huge *BOOM* and a blue light filled the room. The all the squirrels, save four, burst into applause as Pilkaro stood on the edge of the now, calmer bonfire, hands raised to the ceiling, bowing intensly. "Thank you! Thank you!". The king looked back at his daughter and said, trying his hardest to stay calm,"We'll talk after dinner." He and his wife glared at their daughter for another moment, before they stood and joined the appluase, now looking just as happy as everyone else. The Princess stood quickly and walked out of the hall, and Martello followed her.
After a while of being hounded by young squirrels, begging Pilkaro to do more, the queen caught his pitiful glance and announced that the feast was over, and it was time for everyone to go home. Pilkaro walked up to the king and queen and graciuosly thanked then repeatedly for the feast and their hospitality.
"Now," he asked" when can we talk about the history of your grand mountain, your magesty?" The King yawned, and replyed "Tomorrow, you magical little mouse. And perhaps you can show me how you do that one trick with butterfly."
The queen smiled as her husband and the mouse Pilkaro walked out of the hall, hands on eachothers shoulders, laughing like old friends. She continude to smile after they left, until she looked around to speak with Amallo, but she was gone.
"Have you seen where my daughter went?" She asked a guard. "No, your highness, I havent. But Martellos gone aswell. Mayhap she went out for a night stroll." The queen sighed deeply and looked out the window."Yes, Im sure she has."
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Im so so so sorry that I keep fixing everything. Im still trying to get the hang of all this. Give me some time, and hopefully, I'll have figured it out.
