CHAPTER ONE, KABBLE IONAEYES THE MAGICIAN
() Life has been going crazily for the past week. I decided to quit, then no, then yes, then no. finally, I decided with no quitting. Why? Look, my friends, I know that you are extremely angry with ff.net, and I am too, but I cannot give up my love for writing. That would be wrong. So I am upset, but I can't give up writing fan fics. That's just not me. I support you, but I'm not quitting. Never quitting writing.
I got rid of my other fics. Well, not completely destroyed them, just took them off of ff.net. Why? Am I crazy? Yeah, I suppose I am. I just can't live without having at least one fic up there. And here it is. "The Magician". If you wish to see my other fics, then e-mail me or ask in a review and I'll e-mail it to you. Okay? Thanks. KittyHorse, anime-link, I support you, but I can't join you. I hope that this isn't one of those "either you're with us or with them" type of things, because I respect you for quitting ff.net, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Why? Because ff.net has brought me friends, including you two. It brought me fp.com, which is incredible. It brought me to realize that I must continue editing and writing my own stories, or I will never get a book published by the time I'm thirteen...Yeah, in fact, I am twelve-years-old. Now, that's the only time I will say it! Please, everyone who became my friend, don't doubt me or hate me because I'm younger or older then you. Just treat me as you always do.
Thank you. ()
It was a sunny day over the beach near Salamandastron. The currant Badger Lady, Lady Varsha Midelli, was gazing out of an arrow slit. She did not like the feeling outside. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her fur.
Varsha was the youngest ever ruler of Salamandastron. When she was a badgerbabe she had abandoned by her parents. Her lifelong friend, who was only a little hare at the time, had found her crying in a hollow log. The hare, named Korufylo Speechyard, or Koru for short, had brought Varsha back to Salamandastron. Koru had named the badgerbabe after his grandmother, who had been one of the bravest Salamandastron hares ever. He and his parents took care of the orphan, with the reigning Badger Lord's help. The Badger Lord had died in a terrible battle when Varsha was nearing her teen seasons. Two seasons later, Varsha became the Badger Lady.
"Marm Varsha? Summat wrong, marm?" asked a voice. Varsha knew the voice of Quidjill Dearhare perfectly. The young haremaid was a dear, bright and springy, polite and always looking out for others. But when battle came, nobeast except for the Badger Lady herself was better with a sword.
"Yes. Something IS wrong, Jill. Come look through an arrow slit."
Quidjill did as she was bid. She looked through the arrow slit next to Varsha.
"Beggin' yer pardon, marm, but I don't see nothin' wrong, wot."
"Do you see ANYTHING out there, Jill? Anything? Do you HEAR anything?" Varsha barked.
"See anythin'? Well, 'less I was blind I wouldn' see anythin', wot wot! Well, I see bushes 'n' reeds 'n' rushes 'n' rocks...Marm, wot're you playin' at?"
"There's nobeast out there. That's what worries me. No sounds. You cannot even hear a fish jumping in the water." Varsha took her eyes away from the arrow slit.
"Maybe I'm just overcautious, Jill. Or paranoid."
"Overcautious, maybe, marm, but ne'er paranoid, no marm!" Quidjill confirmed. Varsha smiled at the haremaid.
"Now, you must've come to see me for something, right? What is it?" asked Varsha kindly.
"Marm, there's an ole mouse who wants to speak with ye."
Varsha looked very scared. "Did he say his name?" he ordered.
"Well, err, marm, I wasn't there, I can't say I remember..." Quidjill was nervous to see Varsha so scared.
"Answer me, hare! Did he or did he not say his name!" snarled Varsha.
"Yes marm! He spoke his name, marm!" Quidjill's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I...I forget, m-marm!"
"I'm sorry, Jill. Shh, calm down. I shouldn't have lost my temper on such a goodbeast like you, should I? Now, you stay here and tell me if you spot anything. I must go and meet this, err, mouse." Badger Lady Varsha picked up a double-edged, double-hilted sword and sheathed it on her waist.
"Marm, 'e's just a mouse, wot! I don't think you should be struttin' 'round, wav'n' that thing at 'im!"
"Quidjill, I know what's best. Stay here and do not let ANYTHING slip your gaze, do you understand?" Varsha left before Quidjill could reply.
"Varsh, ole badger, how're ye, wot wot wot wot wot!" greeted Koru cheerily. The hare was known for adding a lot of "wots" to his speech.
"Haru, where is the mouse?" demanded Varsha. Koru noticed that Varsha carried her giant sword and his face grew serious. He pointed with one ear as he replied, "Marm, the mouse is in the dinin' hall, marm! Be careful, marm, he 'as a fishy look 'round 'im if yer askin' me, wot wot wot wot!"
"I wasn't 'asking ye, wot wot wot wot', but something is wrong with him. What mouse would come at this time of day?" Varsha headed towards the dining hall and saw the mouse eating at one end of the table.
"So!" snarled Varsha. "Kabble Ionaeyes, if it isn't you!"
The mouse, Kabble Ionaeyes, looked up at Varsha. His eyes were violet colored, bulging in his sockets. The mouse had dirty brown fur, almost black. His tail had a great deal of soot on it, but Varsha knew that his tail was bald.
"Who let Kabble in?" snarled Varsha, looking around at her hares. "Look at his tail!"
The Badger Lady snatched Kabble's goblet of Strawberry Cordial from the table and tipped the cordial onto Kabble's tail. The soot washed away.
"He is a rat! He had bamboozled you all!" yelled Varsha hoarsely. She turned from her dumbstruck hares to Kabble. "Kabble, you rat, why did you come back! I thought I had gotten rid of you!"
"You had killed my horde but not me." Kabble spoke in a droning voice.
"I don't care! Get away! Get away! I never wish to remember the past! Ever!" yelled Varsha. "Stay out, Kabble Ionaeyes, and never return! I want you to go! If you leave in the table in the next five seconds you will live!"
Kabble looked at Varsha with his bulging eyes. Varsha shielded her face with a paw. "You magician! You cannot play your trickery on me!" Kabble leapt from the table.
"Korufylo Speechyard, Egua Rarfin, Mateo Dearhare, make sure that this...this...this SCUM never enters Salamandastron again! Escort him out and keep him out!" Varsha ordered. Koru, an old hare named Egua, and Quidjill's brother, Mateo, followed Kabble Ionaeyes the Magician outside, making sure that the rat didn't try any funny tricks. Egua knew hand-to-hand combat and would use it at any cost.
"Oh, and hares?"
The three hares glanced at their Badger Lady.
"DO NOT LOOK AT HIS EYES!" warned Varsha. The trio nodded and continued to follow Kabble outside.
Varsha wearily returned to Quidjill.
"Marm, who was the mouse?"
"'Twas no mouse, Jill. 'Twas none other than Kabble Ionaeyes."
"Who?" Quidjill was bewildered.
"The Magician. The magic rat," replied Varsha heavily, sitting by an arrow slit.
"The Magician visited Salamandastron? Our mountain?" Quidjill asked excitedly. "But, oh marm! Why, he's a legend! Why did ye send 'im away, marm? I heard that he was a good rat, wot!"
"Kabble...changed his way when he heard of Redwall Abbey. He wanted to steal it for himself. He used his magical eyes to make innocent woodlanders to follow the mad rat. He and his second-in-command were the only two who were not hypnotized by him to join. He stormed Redwall, but, like always, whoever the Champion was then banished him and his horde, slaying all but Kabble Ionaeyes and the second-in-command. They escaped."
"Marm, how d'you know all of this, wot?" asked Quidjill Dearhare, intrigued.
Varsha's eyes hardened. "I heard it."
"From who?" asked the curious haremaid.
"From everyone! Everyone knows the story," snapped Varsha, losing her quick temper again. "Now, watch for signs of big vermin hordes. I have a feeling that we'll be seeing them soon."
() Life has been going crazily for the past week. I decided to quit, then no, then yes, then no. finally, I decided with no quitting. Why? Look, my friends, I know that you are extremely angry with ff.net, and I am too, but I cannot give up my love for writing. That would be wrong. So I am upset, but I can't give up writing fan fics. That's just not me. I support you, but I'm not quitting. Never quitting writing.
I got rid of my other fics. Well, not completely destroyed them, just took them off of ff.net. Why? Am I crazy? Yeah, I suppose I am. I just can't live without having at least one fic up there. And here it is. "The Magician". If you wish to see my other fics, then e-mail me or ask in a review and I'll e-mail it to you. Okay? Thanks. KittyHorse, anime-link, I support you, but I can't join you. I hope that this isn't one of those "either you're with us or with them" type of things, because I respect you for quitting ff.net, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Why? Because ff.net has brought me friends, including you two. It brought me fp.com, which is incredible. It brought me to realize that I must continue editing and writing my own stories, or I will never get a book published by the time I'm thirteen...Yeah, in fact, I am twelve-years-old. Now, that's the only time I will say it! Please, everyone who became my friend, don't doubt me or hate me because I'm younger or older then you. Just treat me as you always do.
Thank you. ()
It was a sunny day over the beach near Salamandastron. The currant Badger Lady, Lady Varsha Midelli, was gazing out of an arrow slit. She did not like the feeling outside. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her fur.
Varsha was the youngest ever ruler of Salamandastron. When she was a badgerbabe she had abandoned by her parents. Her lifelong friend, who was only a little hare at the time, had found her crying in a hollow log. The hare, named Korufylo Speechyard, or Koru for short, had brought Varsha back to Salamandastron. Koru had named the badgerbabe after his grandmother, who had been one of the bravest Salamandastron hares ever. He and his parents took care of the orphan, with the reigning Badger Lord's help. The Badger Lord had died in a terrible battle when Varsha was nearing her teen seasons. Two seasons later, Varsha became the Badger Lady.
"Marm Varsha? Summat wrong, marm?" asked a voice. Varsha knew the voice of Quidjill Dearhare perfectly. The young haremaid was a dear, bright and springy, polite and always looking out for others. But when battle came, nobeast except for the Badger Lady herself was better with a sword.
"Yes. Something IS wrong, Jill. Come look through an arrow slit."
Quidjill did as she was bid. She looked through the arrow slit next to Varsha.
"Beggin' yer pardon, marm, but I don't see nothin' wrong, wot."
"Do you see ANYTHING out there, Jill? Anything? Do you HEAR anything?" Varsha barked.
"See anythin'? Well, 'less I was blind I wouldn' see anythin', wot wot! Well, I see bushes 'n' reeds 'n' rushes 'n' rocks...Marm, wot're you playin' at?"
"There's nobeast out there. That's what worries me. No sounds. You cannot even hear a fish jumping in the water." Varsha took her eyes away from the arrow slit.
"Maybe I'm just overcautious, Jill. Or paranoid."
"Overcautious, maybe, marm, but ne'er paranoid, no marm!" Quidjill confirmed. Varsha smiled at the haremaid.
"Now, you must've come to see me for something, right? What is it?" asked Varsha kindly.
"Marm, there's an ole mouse who wants to speak with ye."
Varsha looked very scared. "Did he say his name?" he ordered.
"Well, err, marm, I wasn't there, I can't say I remember..." Quidjill was nervous to see Varsha so scared.
"Answer me, hare! Did he or did he not say his name!" snarled Varsha.
"Yes marm! He spoke his name, marm!" Quidjill's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I...I forget, m-marm!"
"I'm sorry, Jill. Shh, calm down. I shouldn't have lost my temper on such a goodbeast like you, should I? Now, you stay here and tell me if you spot anything. I must go and meet this, err, mouse." Badger Lady Varsha picked up a double-edged, double-hilted sword and sheathed it on her waist.
"Marm, 'e's just a mouse, wot! I don't think you should be struttin' 'round, wav'n' that thing at 'im!"
"Quidjill, I know what's best. Stay here and do not let ANYTHING slip your gaze, do you understand?" Varsha left before Quidjill could reply.
"Varsh, ole badger, how're ye, wot wot wot wot wot!" greeted Koru cheerily. The hare was known for adding a lot of "wots" to his speech.
"Haru, where is the mouse?" demanded Varsha. Koru noticed that Varsha carried her giant sword and his face grew serious. He pointed with one ear as he replied, "Marm, the mouse is in the dinin' hall, marm! Be careful, marm, he 'as a fishy look 'round 'im if yer askin' me, wot wot wot wot!"
"I wasn't 'asking ye, wot wot wot wot', but something is wrong with him. What mouse would come at this time of day?" Varsha headed towards the dining hall and saw the mouse eating at one end of the table.
"So!" snarled Varsha. "Kabble Ionaeyes, if it isn't you!"
The mouse, Kabble Ionaeyes, looked up at Varsha. His eyes were violet colored, bulging in his sockets. The mouse had dirty brown fur, almost black. His tail had a great deal of soot on it, but Varsha knew that his tail was bald.
"Who let Kabble in?" snarled Varsha, looking around at her hares. "Look at his tail!"
The Badger Lady snatched Kabble's goblet of Strawberry Cordial from the table and tipped the cordial onto Kabble's tail. The soot washed away.
"He is a rat! He had bamboozled you all!" yelled Varsha hoarsely. She turned from her dumbstruck hares to Kabble. "Kabble, you rat, why did you come back! I thought I had gotten rid of you!"
"You had killed my horde but not me." Kabble spoke in a droning voice.
"I don't care! Get away! Get away! I never wish to remember the past! Ever!" yelled Varsha. "Stay out, Kabble Ionaeyes, and never return! I want you to go! If you leave in the table in the next five seconds you will live!"
Kabble looked at Varsha with his bulging eyes. Varsha shielded her face with a paw. "You magician! You cannot play your trickery on me!" Kabble leapt from the table.
"Korufylo Speechyard, Egua Rarfin, Mateo Dearhare, make sure that this...this...this SCUM never enters Salamandastron again! Escort him out and keep him out!" Varsha ordered. Koru, an old hare named Egua, and Quidjill's brother, Mateo, followed Kabble Ionaeyes the Magician outside, making sure that the rat didn't try any funny tricks. Egua knew hand-to-hand combat and would use it at any cost.
"Oh, and hares?"
The three hares glanced at their Badger Lady.
"DO NOT LOOK AT HIS EYES!" warned Varsha. The trio nodded and continued to follow Kabble outside.
Varsha wearily returned to Quidjill.
"Marm, who was the mouse?"
"'Twas no mouse, Jill. 'Twas none other than Kabble Ionaeyes."
"Who?" Quidjill was bewildered.
"The Magician. The magic rat," replied Varsha heavily, sitting by an arrow slit.
"The Magician visited Salamandastron? Our mountain?" Quidjill asked excitedly. "But, oh marm! Why, he's a legend! Why did ye send 'im away, marm? I heard that he was a good rat, wot!"
"Kabble...changed his way when he heard of Redwall Abbey. He wanted to steal it for himself. He used his magical eyes to make innocent woodlanders to follow the mad rat. He and his second-in-command were the only two who were not hypnotized by him to join. He stormed Redwall, but, like always, whoever the Champion was then banished him and his horde, slaying all but Kabble Ionaeyes and the second-in-command. They escaped."
"Marm, how d'you know all of this, wot?" asked Quidjill Dearhare, intrigued.
Varsha's eyes hardened. "I heard it."
"From who?" asked the curious haremaid.
"From everyone! Everyone knows the story," snapped Varsha, losing her quick temper again. "Now, watch for signs of big vermin hordes. I have a feeling that we'll be seeing them soon."