Note: I have finally attempted putting paragraphs in so that it will
be better to read.
Yea, so I will do some legal stuff.
I own every thing including Martin cos his not from redwall, this one any
way. Please inform me if I have done something wrong cos this is my first
time. THE SAPHIRERS
The sun rose slowly over the horizon, sending narrow shafts of golden light
streaking through the canopy of the forest of Taskadore. The sleepy morning
mist faded to reveal a forest to the east, full of the distant chirping of
morning birds. To the west, a scorched wasteland of rocks and sand lay
barren and forbidding. In the heart of the woodland, amid the ferns and
shrubs, the embers of what had once been a small campfire glowed faintly as
two mice stirred from their deep slumber.
One male, one female, the two friends rubbed sleep out of their eyes and busied themselves preparing breakfast. The young female, named Meldora, peered into her ration sack to reveal the last two pancakes and a rotten apple. "Looks like we're going' to have to fill up again Martin. All I've got in this confounded harvest sack is two pancakes and one unusually squishy apple." She said with a sigh, shaking her head in dismay." You know how hard it is to gather food in this time of year." "Yes Meldora, I know," said Martin sternly,"All I've got is a squished banana from last summer." He said, an expression of disgust in his face.
Suddenly Martin's scratch and scarred ears picked up an unfamiliar sound, the sound of what seemed like a whole army of vermin heading straight for their camp. Meldora drew her sword, sapphires lining the hilt, and was ready to fight when Martin held up a stern paw. "There's too many of them for us to handle. We will surely be slain! We have to hide!" he ran to a nearby oak and hid behind the trunk and beckoned urgently for Meldora to follow. As they hid behind the trunk, the distant sound of pounding paws crept closer and closer until a hoard of at least 9 score of vermin marched into view. It was a horrible sight, with the hoard made up of Ferrets, Weasels, stoats, wolves and vicious looking cats and more marching in single file, covered in battle scars and armed with sabers, daggers and swords of all sorts, some carrying plunder of jewels, gold, silver, bronze or rich pearls, all baring their teeth viciously. Stepping out from the belligerent crowd, a fox of young age stepped into view. He wore heavy otter skin cloak with a hood covering his mysterious face. With his cloak trailing behind him, he signaled to a sturdy female stoat that brought the army to a halt. Out from the depths of the forest canopy, an eerie shrieking was heard until the source of the sound came fluttering through the leaves. A fully-grown Raven perched himself on the shoulders of the mysterious fox staring at the silent hoard through one fierce eye.
Dropped from the talons of the raven, the fox unfolded the piece of bark parchment and read through the contents with unchanging expressions. Then the fox spoke, his voice raising the hair on the nape of the pair behind the oak. "We head for the hills over yonder. Gillwort, go scout ahead two days. Take 9 with you and report back immediately." The fox was about to throw the parchment into the still glowing flames when he stopped, examining the embers. Snapping his claws, he pointed to the oak, sending 4 vermin dashing toward the oak. A muffled grunt was all that issued from the captives mouths as they struggled through the bonds of their captors who were having enough trouble holding them down." Tie them up with that long eared buffoon. I'll deal with them in the morning." And with that, the two warriors fell into unconsciousness, unknown of their fate of tomorrow.
One male, one female, the two friends rubbed sleep out of their eyes and busied themselves preparing breakfast. The young female, named Meldora, peered into her ration sack to reveal the last two pancakes and a rotten apple. "Looks like we're going' to have to fill up again Martin. All I've got in this confounded harvest sack is two pancakes and one unusually squishy apple." She said with a sigh, shaking her head in dismay." You know how hard it is to gather food in this time of year." "Yes Meldora, I know," said Martin sternly,"All I've got is a squished banana from last summer." He said, an expression of disgust in his face.
Suddenly Martin's scratch and scarred ears picked up an unfamiliar sound, the sound of what seemed like a whole army of vermin heading straight for their camp. Meldora drew her sword, sapphires lining the hilt, and was ready to fight when Martin held up a stern paw. "There's too many of them for us to handle. We will surely be slain! We have to hide!" he ran to a nearby oak and hid behind the trunk and beckoned urgently for Meldora to follow. As they hid behind the trunk, the distant sound of pounding paws crept closer and closer until a hoard of at least 9 score of vermin marched into view. It was a horrible sight, with the hoard made up of Ferrets, Weasels, stoats, wolves and vicious looking cats and more marching in single file, covered in battle scars and armed with sabers, daggers and swords of all sorts, some carrying plunder of jewels, gold, silver, bronze or rich pearls, all baring their teeth viciously. Stepping out from the belligerent crowd, a fox of young age stepped into view. He wore heavy otter skin cloak with a hood covering his mysterious face. With his cloak trailing behind him, he signaled to a sturdy female stoat that brought the army to a halt. Out from the depths of the forest canopy, an eerie shrieking was heard until the source of the sound came fluttering through the leaves. A fully-grown Raven perched himself on the shoulders of the mysterious fox staring at the silent hoard through one fierce eye.
Dropped from the talons of the raven, the fox unfolded the piece of bark parchment and read through the contents with unchanging expressions. Then the fox spoke, his voice raising the hair on the nape of the pair behind the oak. "We head for the hills over yonder. Gillwort, go scout ahead two days. Take 9 with you and report back immediately." The fox was about to throw the parchment into the still glowing flames when he stopped, examining the embers. Snapping his claws, he pointed to the oak, sending 4 vermin dashing toward the oak. A muffled grunt was all that issued from the captives mouths as they struggled through the bonds of their captors who were having enough trouble holding them down." Tie them up with that long eared buffoon. I'll deal with them in the morning." And with that, the two warriors fell into unconsciousness, unknown of their fate of tomorrow.
