Hi there! This is one of my first fics. I'm not that crazy about it, but, maybe you'll like it. So, please review! *eek!* Oh boy, there goes my pride....I'm begging! Oh well. Do what you want! Hehehe... :-) Enjoy, I guess!
P.S. A while ago, (make that quite a while ago) I uploaded a story with the same main character in it whose name is Roken...but I took it down really quickly after I realized the story was quite, erm...stupid. Anywho, this Roken is very much different from the last, so, if you happened to be unfortunate enough to read that story in the short time it was up, remember that this is NOT the same character. Okay well....now that THAT is settled, on with the story!
Wait...wait...another P.S..
P.P.S. As all the other stories say, I do not own Redwall...that's Brian's! Wooohoo! He rocks! *ahem* Okay, NOW we can start the story, wot! Haha!
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Chapter I
Roken sat down on the grassy floor of the earth to rest, panting from the sun's heat. As he rested he noticed a butterfly floating in the air not far from his face.
"Hullo there, sir!" The butterfly gave no response.
"...rather sticky and hot day, isn't it?" said the young squirrel. Still, no reply. "I say, your awfully rude for a creature of your size!" he chuckled. The butterfly zoomed off.
"'Bye! Hope to see you again sometime..." Roken then took off the strap which was holding his mandolin to his back as one would keep a sword at the ready. His mandolin was his prize possession. No matter where he went, he brought it. Made by paw by his own grandfather, it was a beautiful sight. He then began to play a tune, sweet and clear, that he wrote some seasons ago.
"Da da da... laa laa... hmm.. hmm..." While playing, he saw something coming towards him from far off in the distance. Although it was hard to see, it was easy to tell from the unique shape of the figure, that it was a hare. He kept on playing as he hopped along on beat until he met up with the her. Without saying a word, she began smiling, then nodding along with the beat, then striking up a bit of a jig. He played, she danced, and soon the air was thick with laughter and music. As the song finished, both collapsed to the ground and laughed, and breathed heavily.
"Ahaha! Oh, I must say chap, you play splendidly!"
"Thanks! You dance well, too."
"Thank you, also. What's your name young sah? Have you any business in this area of Mossflower outside of entertaining strangers?" Roken chuckled at the comment.
"No, no, I just wander around, sometimes, composing songs... Looking for new and friendly faces. By the way, my name is Roken... I believe you asked me what it was?"
"You have an excellent memory, wot? Hah! My name, before 'ya ask, is Nichole, or, Nikki for short. Or jus' Nik for even shorter, wot wot?" Roken wrinkled his nose in a pleasant smile, glad to be in the company of a friend for the first time in a few weeks.
The two were an instant success with each other, and soon became good friends. That afternoon, they decided to finish off their food together in a, comparatively, wonderful lunch. They hoped that by that night they would reach Redwall Abbey. There, they would rest and then decide what to do next.
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Shafts of golden sunlight radiated their way through the large stained glass windows in Redwall Abbey as the sunset time approached. Warm fires crackled down in Cavern hall as the inhabitants of the Abbey shuffled away from the center of the room after a long tale telling session was done with. The dibbuns scrambled off with their care takers holding onto their little paws as they related the tale they just heard to their elders.
"He was zamazin! He had 'dis big bad sword anna he chopperd off da vurmint's tails!"
"He must be the most bestest warrur of 'em all!"
"He coulda be betterer than Martin!" The trio of mice dibbuns, Henry, Henrin, and Henrietta as it were, tugged at Friar Jake's clothes excitedly. The old hedgehog's stomach wobbled about as he laughed. "Betterer than Martin, you say? Well well well! That's definitely a tall order! Uh, who was this wonderful figure you speak of?" Henry, the self appointed leader of the group looked at the Friar as if he was mad.
"Why, Andrew the Warrur, 'o curse!" Jake was wearing a mock serious look as he slipped a sly wink to a young mouse who was eyeing him with a disappointed look on her face.
"Oh my! How silly of me to have forgotten! Of course, it could have only been Andrew! Don't you agree, Sister Carol?" She looked even angrier as she replied.
"Yes, that Andrew was certainly one of a special breed. ... If you would excuse me, Friar?"
"Certainly my dear." Young Sister Carol cared for the little ones of the Abbey very much, and it was said by her elders that she did so because she had none of her own yet. She walked over to the one who had been telling the tale. She was absolutely furious.
"Andrew, you fiend! Have you been telling those outlandish tales again of you saving the world?!" Andrew looked up from a scroll he was writing on as he sat on a small wooden stool. He smiled at her as he straightened up a bit and put away the parchment. The gray mouse was a relative newcomer to the Abbey, and had not become accustomed to the habits of which the normal residents of the abbey wore. He chose instead to wear the same slightly stained and worn down black tunic that he wore when he first wandered to the Abbey. With a twinkle in his grey eyes, he replied:
"Well what else do you expect me to do with my spare time? Entertaining the dibbuns is an enriching and wonderful way to pass it, don't you agree?" This charming attitude always seemed to make the sister even madder than before, and he knew it.
"Yes, I do agree, but there are many other things you can do as well! You could do chores, you could study, you could cook in the kitchens-- don't give me that face! I know you love to cook! And there are many other productive ways to spend time with the dibbuns! You could teach them, read them a book, or clean them, or something useful!"
"But you must understand, I want to remain their friends!"
"You don't have to tell them terrible and untrue stories of yourself all day long to have them like you, though!" Just then, the Mother Abbess of Redwall along with Wintergreen, her daughter, walked towards them with an aggravated look on her face.
"My daughter informed me that you two had been having a conversation of some sort that turned sour. Now, what is it that has forced you two not to see eye to eye?" Both mice looked ashamed at their own behavior. "Andrew, I believe that you were telling a story to the dibbuns. Am I correct?"
He looked down at the ground and mumbled "Yes."
"Ah... and it would be my guess that You, Sister Carol, do not believe that this was an appropriate action on his part?"
"Exactly." she said proudly.
"But, I don't believe that this is at all the way to handle this situation, now is it?" The proud look that was once on Carol's face vanished.
"...No."
The Abbess let out a somewhat relaxed sigh. "Now, I believe that an apology on both parts is needed." Both mice muttered something barely distinguishable under their breath.
"Sorry."
"Sorry."
"Thank goodness that's settled. Wintergreen, you can continue your normal chores now."
"Yes mum." She then walked away, thanking the seasons that she hadn't stuck around long enough to eventually aggravate her mother any further.
"Now then. Sister Carol, I believe that there are two guests waiting to be welcomed into the Abbey. Would you kindly take care of that?"
"Yes, Mother Abbess." She too walked away and left Roken and the squirrel Abbess alone.
"Andrew, I know that you are somewhat, er, as you would say, twitterpated with her, but please stop trying to continually get onto Carol's nerves!" She then turned and left the mouse alone, sitting on the same stool, puzzled.
"Huh?"