Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall. It belongs to the genius, Brian Jacques. The story and the characters are mine!
Dust motes swirled in the corners of the gatehouse, choking the allergies of the two young hares within. A new cloud of thick dust flew into the air as a large book was dropped heavily upon the desk inside.
"Goodness, Turan," came Tannia's voice, coughing through the dusty haze. "You'd think you would go through this stuff a little earlier."
"Most of it isn't mine, Tannia. It's not as if it would hold any meaning to me," was the indifferent reply. "But that isn't true. Do you realize how old some of these things are? Abbess Ayla would love to see these, I can tell you..." his voice trailed off thoughtfully.
They stopped talking for another few minutes, both of them rummaging through stuff, and stopping to leaf through them. They both were intrigued in the task, whether they were to admit it or not.
"Hey," Tannia spoke up again, walking over and sitting beside Turan on the bed in the gatehouse. "I think I found something of yours." She held a small booklet, looking something like a journal. She blew the dust from the top, right into Turan's face.
He coughed, waving his paw in front of his face, "Thanks for that." However, he took the journal from her and wiped a paw along the cover, looking carefully at it. It had a jet black book cover, not faded from the seasons.
A carefully, wonderfully fashioned ivy design was pressed into the thick book cover material. It swirled and tangled about the outside of the journal. However, the most interesting part of the design was how the ivy vines parted and looped about to open out a picture in the front center. It was a sword.
A small smile tugged at the corner of the warrior's mouth as he examined the outside. You could just see the memories dancing past those bright blue eyes.
Tannia gave a laugh. "I knew it was yours! I never knew you wrote when you were younger, though."
"Well.." Turan said, still smiling. "My father suggested that I keep a journal. I never much liked the idea. But now.."
He pulled open the front cover, to the first page, where a young creature's rushed scrawl was spread along in lines, introducing the first day of the journal.
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A/N- This is just the prologue. Purely for reaction. Totally short. I need some input if this is a good idea or not. I already have plans for more, but I need I know you're out there! Thank-you =)