Stones of Serg
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of Redwall, nor any characters created by Brain Jacques. I do own the story's idea as well as the characters Quienta Watervole and Sever Watervole.
AN: For any fan of Tamora Pierce who happens to be reading this, I just would like to say that just the other day I discovered the name "Serg" was in her The Circle Opens book 3: Cold Fire. Though I had not discovered this until yesterday, and because the character was not a major one, I really had come up with the name of "Serg", however for safety's sake I just would like to take the opportunity to say that I DO NOT own the name of Serg, unfortunately. There, nuf said.
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From the Diary of Quienta Watervole: I always knew deep down that I would someday leave my family. I hated the stream and the large, comfy, lazy community of voles I lived with. In fact, I had started planning my escape months before I actually left.
It was night in the middle of autumn, so it was not quite dark yet. It was my parents wedding anniversary, so the whole village went to the community meeting hall where there was an enormous celebration prepared and everything. That's when I decided to make a break for it. I know, It sounds cruel of me to leave on that day of all days, but I was presented with the perfect opportunity. With the excuse that I had forgotten a gift for my parents in our hut, I crept back and retrieved my hidden store of food and clothing that I had packed previously.
I made a near perfect escape, if I hadn't been briefly halted by my brother Sever. He stopped me on my way through the village gates and asked me where I was headed for. I near panicked, but quickly told him that we were out of berries and I was getting more. He actually believed me, and thank goodness he did!
I've been traveling now for seven days, and making good progress. Last night I arrived at a river. At the present moment I'm sitting on the bank, trying to figure out how to cross it.
A sudden splash of water flew into Quienta's ear. Angrily, the volemaid put her diary down and screwed up her eyes. She looked up to the river and said loudly," How dare you get water in my ear! You'll regret it!"
Quienta heard titters reply her outburst. Opening her eyes wide, she saw four logboats floating lazily passed her. There was no need for an oar, yet there sat, in the foremost boat, an insolent shrew holding one.
"Grrr, you splashed me! I'll get you for that!" and with that she leaped into the river and pulled the shrew into the river.
Quienta and the shrew bopped in the water, the initial shock of the cold water making their reactions slow. The little maid was the first to recover, lashing out at her adversary. The other shrews' sides were shaking with mirth as they observed the vole knock their comrade about. Finally, an older-looking shrew broke up the fight. "Please little miss, cease your assault on my son! I believe he's learned his lesson." The old shrew lifted his son and Quienta out of the river and into his boat. "Welcome to the Guosim."
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Please review! How was it? Do you like Quienta? Are you wondering what she has to do with Rowan? Well, if enough people ask me to continue with my story, I will. Though next chapter I will be introducing new characters. So if you want to see Rowan or Quienta again, I'm going to need all your support!
