The Otters Vengance
The otter was young, only a few seasons out of dibbunhood. He resembled his mother and father a lot, and thought very well of them. He was planning on living on forever as his family had done for many generations, building boats and farming the land, and having many feasts. It was one such feast which changed his life forever. For the rest of his days he would remember that feast. The feast of blood!
''Waterflash! Come help set the soup out!" the otter's mother called out. He beamed with pride, ready to see how the holt liked his first batch of soup. As he served the first bowl to his father, he dropped the bread he was eating and dropped his head into the soup. "Silly father. We need to say the prayer first..." said the young otter, his voice trailing off as he saw the arrow embeded in his fathers back. "Father?" he said, but then was cut short as arrows hit the feasters, followed by vermin war cries. A large male otter quickly grabbed his sling and yelled "We're -"only to be cut off by another arrow. The young otter, Waterflash, reached for his favoret weapon, but immediatly lost it as a sword cleaved it in two, cutting into him. Falling over, he saw the vermin go down, but there were too many. He screamed as he watched his mother, his friends, his holt, fall to vermin arrows, until he too was silenced by one.
Waterflash awoke. Pain was in his side and in his head. He tried getting up, expecting to see his moter nearby, cooking. When he saw her dead, a rage built up inside him. Heading into the kitchen area of the cave where his holt was, he moved a smaltsone to get some healing supplies. Bandaging himself, he went off in search of survivors.
Waterflash was in despair. Finding he was the only survivor he had buried the dead, and put the remaining supplies from his holt into a haversack. Then he set off towards the distant fire mountain.
Several days passed before he reached the mountain. But even they would not help. They said they could not go off to who knows where tg do war. Sadley, he walked on.
Soon he found himself at redwall abbey, and found happiness there, not telling about his past, until one day, he had to confront it. The day started like the day his holt was attacked: he had an uneasy feeling. He went off to find the abbot, and said "Father Abbot! I think something is going to happen to the abbey soon. I can feel it." The abbot told him "My dear Waterflash. There has been peace for Many Seasons. There is no reason to panic."
That night, Waterflash did a lone sentry on the wall. Then, he saw thousands of torches heading for the abbey. And the torches, which burned blue were the same that had attacked his holt. An arrow was fired at him. Running towards the belltower, he yelled "Redwallers! Awaken! Foebeasts are attacking!" Reaching the tower, he rung out the Alarm. The abbot came out and up to the walls, where redwallers were going. The abbot began ''No more of th-'' but stopped for two reasons. One was the sight of the Vermin, two was the spear that ended his life. Waterflash immediately took charge, and yelled, " Heads down! Three beasts to the attic for weapons. Foremole, barricade the doors. Mice, get a water chain formed up, and make a fire. Otters, form up on this wall, slings ready!" As the weapon mice came in, the abbey warrior came towards Waterflash. "They arn't much of a threat, their crazy, putting grog by the doors!" Waterflash replied "Get everybeast off this wall!" Before the arrior could answer, an otter on the threshold yelled "Fire!". Then the world fell apart. With an Earthshattering roar, the grog exploded, ripping the wall apart, throwing wall, bodies, and leaving a crater. The vermin charged the wall, where many, including the warrior were trapped. Waterflash yelled "Redwall to me! Evacuate the abbey!" The warrior, having freed himself, went with Waterflash and Skipper of Otters, out of the abbey. Reaching Brockhall a short while later, which had been rebuilt under the direction of Abbes Triss. The dibnuns and a few of the elders were there. Seeing no one from his otter crew, Skipper started to feel faint, and collapsed into a chair. Waterflash came over and said "I know matey. This has happened to me before." He related his story, and then showed skipper an ornate dagger that he had found in one of his friends in the raid. On it, in a language Skipper could read, but Waterflash could not, was a poem:
He who takes this blade shall see death in his family. We'll follow you down forever through the earth and kill those you love, just to hurt!
Skipper went into a rage. Pulling his sling, he yelled "Scum! You brought this upon us!" and lept on Waterflash, as the warrior yelled "Skip! No!" and tried to pull him off. Once! Twice! Skipprs sling hit the warrior, knocking him senseless and grabbed his sword, the sword of Martin. As he brought it towards Waterflash, he saw Martin who said "The vermin horde will be no more, after the fire lord visits seek him out the flash is the key"
As Skipper froze, Waterflash saw his chance and hit him on the head with his dagger. Skipper, senseless, was quickly bound by Waterflash with some rope nearby. Before he could gag him, the warrior, named Tam, said "What happened?" Waterflash related the story while they waited for skipper to come to.
The otter was young, only a few seasons out of dibbunhood. He resembled his mother and father a lot, and thought very well of them. He was planning on living on forever as his family had done for many generations, building boats and farming the land, and having many feasts. It was one such feast which changed his life forever. For the rest of his days he would remember that feast. The feast of blood!
''Waterflash! Come help set the soup out!" the otter's mother called out. He beamed with pride, ready to see how the holt liked his first batch of soup. As he served the first bowl to his father, he dropped the bread he was eating and dropped his head into the soup. "Silly father. We need to say the prayer first..." said the young otter, his voice trailing off as he saw the arrow embeded in his fathers back. "Father?" he said, but then was cut short as arrows hit the feasters, followed by vermin war cries. A large male otter quickly grabbed his sling and yelled "We're -"only to be cut off by another arrow. The young otter, Waterflash, reached for his favoret weapon, but immediatly lost it as a sword cleaved it in two, cutting into him. Falling over, he saw the vermin go down, but there were too many. He screamed as he watched his mother, his friends, his holt, fall to vermin arrows, until he too was silenced by one.
Waterflash awoke. Pain was in his side and in his head. He tried getting up, expecting to see his moter nearby, cooking. When he saw her dead, a rage built up inside him. Heading into the kitchen area of the cave where his holt was, he moved a smaltsone to get some healing supplies. Bandaging himself, he went off in search of survivors.
Waterflash was in despair. Finding he was the only survivor he had buried the dead, and put the remaining supplies from his holt into a haversack. Then he set off towards the distant fire mountain.
Several days passed before he reached the mountain. But even they would not help. They said they could not go off to who knows where tg do war. Sadley, he walked on.
Soon he found himself at redwall abbey, and found happiness there, not telling about his past, until one day, he had to confront it. The day started like the day his holt was attacked: he had an uneasy feeling. He went off to find the abbot, and said "Father Abbot! I think something is going to happen to the abbey soon. I can feel it." The abbot told him "My dear Waterflash. There has been peace for Many Seasons. There is no reason to panic."
That night, Waterflash did a lone sentry on the wall. Then, he saw thousands of torches heading for the abbey. And the torches, which burned blue were the same that had attacked his holt. An arrow was fired at him. Running towards the belltower, he yelled "Redwallers! Awaken! Foebeasts are attacking!" Reaching the tower, he rung out the Alarm. The abbot came out and up to the walls, where redwallers were going. The abbot began ''No more of th-'' but stopped for two reasons. One was the sight of the Vermin, two was the spear that ended his life. Waterflash immediately took charge, and yelled, " Heads down! Three beasts to the attic for weapons. Foremole, barricade the doors. Mice, get a water chain formed up, and make a fire. Otters, form up on this wall, slings ready!" As the weapon mice came in, the abbey warrior came towards Waterflash. "They arn't much of a threat, their crazy, putting grog by the doors!" Waterflash replied "Get everybeast off this wall!" Before the arrior could answer, an otter on the threshold yelled "Fire!". Then the world fell apart. With an Earthshattering roar, the grog exploded, ripping the wall apart, throwing wall, bodies, and leaving a crater. The vermin charged the wall, where many, including the warrior were trapped. Waterflash yelled "Redwall to me! Evacuate the abbey!" The warrior, having freed himself, went with Waterflash and Skipper of Otters, out of the abbey. Reaching Brockhall a short while later, which had been rebuilt under the direction of Abbes Triss. The dibnuns and a few of the elders were there. Seeing no one from his otter crew, Skipper started to feel faint, and collapsed into a chair. Waterflash came over and said "I know matey. This has happened to me before." He related his story, and then showed skipper an ornate dagger that he had found in one of his friends in the raid. On it, in a language Skipper could read, but Waterflash could not, was a poem:
He who takes this blade shall see death in his family. We'll follow you down forever through the earth and kill those you love, just to hurt!
Skipper went into a rage. Pulling his sling, he yelled "Scum! You brought this upon us!" and lept on Waterflash, as the warrior yelled "Skip! No!" and tried to pull him off. Once! Twice! Skipprs sling hit the warrior, knocking him senseless and grabbed his sword, the sword of Martin. As he brought it towards Waterflash, he saw Martin who said "The vermin horde will be no more, after the fire lord visits seek him out the flash is the key"
As Skipper froze, Waterflash saw his chance and hit him on the head with his dagger. Skipper, senseless, was quickly bound by Waterflash with some rope nearby. Before he could gag him, the warrior, named Tam, said "What happened?" Waterflash related the story while they waited for skipper to come to.