Author's Note: I've started this third chapter the day I put the second one
up. So I do have them prepared for after someone reviews it. C'mon, please
review. It's not that hard. Here's chapter 3, and there'll be three or four
more to conclude this Redwall fanfiction. Thanks! ;-)
[~Benji of Redwall-Chapter III~]
A story addition by [~Shadow of Silver~] on FanFiction.net
The four warriors were asleep in their camps. Martin the III, sleeping next
to Benji Harewourth, was in a deep sleep, slumbering on through the night.
Martin the Warrior had appeared in his dream, in full armor and sword.
"Martin the Third, you shall be careful throughout your quest, and if you
do, you will be the next Abbot of Redwall, although not all of your friends
that join your quest will return home..." he said. Martin awoke, Martin the
Warrior speaking in his mind. "I am that is..."
It was dawn. Benji was fast asleep next to the campfire, drooling and
talking in his sleep. But there were only three there. There was Arvitt,
Benji and himself...Foremole! "Foremole...where has he gone?" Martin said
aloud. Benji awoke.
"Wot's all the racket about, old chap? 'Ello, wot's this?" Benji said.
There was a note on his face. It read:
Dearr Marthen, I be verry sorrrie to leavv yous all. I cannott stay herr
with yous. I returning to the Abbie. –Fourmole.
Martin read the note aloud. "Foremole went home... humph! Well, I guess since
he's quite homesick all the time, it's not surprising he'd want to. Strange
that he didn't take any food though..."
"All the more for us, wot?" Benji said.
Arvitt finally awoke. "Unhh...when's breakfast?" he said.
"Well, oi could make a good few sconces for us, wot?" Benji offered.
[_*~*~*_]
Everyone in Rangbad's band finally stopped for a few days and made a camp.
There were tents dotted around everywhere where everybeast decided to take
a rest at, and Rangbad was displeased in his own tent.
"This is going too slow! We only 'ave foive slaves about us!" Rangbad
complained to the head captains in the band. "We need to get more s'we can
conquer that church and form our own fortress...what's that place called...St.
Ninian's church!" Rangbad said.
"Well, sir, we could get Redwall under our paws, it's a day due south, oi
believe, and there r'plenty of moice there. Then we could take over Redwall
ourselves!!" Riverrung suggested.
Rangbad took it into consideration. "Hm...not a bad idea, not a bad one at
all! Riverrung, you can take fifteen of my warriors with you, and attack
Redwall. I will lead my band there later to help you, say, four days hence.
But if I see you slacking off or if you're empty handed...it'll be your
head!" he said.
"Thank you, sir, I won't return empty handed, sir." Riverrung said.
"You! Redpaw! You are now in charge of slave supervision. Go and get them
in line for inspection."
"Roight y'are, cap'n! They'll be ready in a second!" Redpaw said, and was
dismissed.
A few minutes later, Rangbad came out of his tent. "Inspection toime,
y'filthy maggots! Stand aline!" Redpaw yelled, and cracked his whip at the
slaves.
"You're all a bunch of filthy scum!!" Rangbad said.
"Well....say thank you!" Redpaw yelled at the slaves, who gave their unsure
thanks to Rangbad the fox.
"Redpaw, you get an extra helpin' at dinner tonight." Rangbad rewarded.
"Thank you, cap'n..." Redpaw said.
[_*~*~*_]
Meanwhile, at the Abbey, the old Recorder was writing furiously on his
parchment with his custom-made quill and ink.
From an excerpt of Matti Squirrel, Recorder of Redwall.
Well, as we all can see, summer is coming to a close soon, and it's almost
time to name the next season. It's also a quite dreadful and happy time
coming up for me, because I'll finally become twelve seasons old, and
almost become the oldest Recorder of Redwall. And the close of the season
means something else; the gatherings of the orchards are coming too,
including our new wheat fields that we've planted last season. I'm quite
sure it'll be a really wonderful winter for us, having the new wheat to
gather for our breads and sconces. Well, I should probably get to help the
Abbess and the rest of the Redwallers gather the fruits for the autumn, and
then it's time to start thinking of a good name for this season.
~Matti Squirrel, Recorder of Redwall.
Matti walked out of his loft and across the lawn to see the orchards
adjacent to the buildings. Everyone was scrambling to gather the fruits in
the trees; apples, pears, and many other sorts of fruits, and raspberries,
strawberries and blueberries that grew in the fields. There were many
people that went about to help with the new wheat field, which were being
gathered, and the stronger Redwallers were helping to finish building the
new windmill which was to be named at a later date. Matti walked to the
nearest trees, took a basket, and started to pick some apples.
Up in the windmill, there were three mice and otters working to finish. The
roof was finally on, and the actual windmill portion of it was being
attached. "Almost done! Wait until Cornflower can use this!" Greenleaf said
proudly. A few hours later, the windmill was finally done.
"Oh Greenleaf, the windmill is wonderful!" Cornflower said as they sat down
on the hill, gazing at the windmill. She laid her head on Greenleaf's
shoulder, exhausted, but happy. They both smiled. After all the Redwallers
were finished gathering the fruits and wheat for the day, they all went out
to see the wonder that was the new windmill.
The sun was setting on the west side of the Abbey on a clear summer
evening, the sky painted red and pink.
[_*~*~*_]
After a hearty breakfast, Martin, Arvitt and Benji set out to the north. At
about midday, when Benji of the three finally said something, they stopped.
"Oi think we're finally at the Guosim land, wot? Lesse if we could find the
jolly Log-a-Log." They all agreed and greeted the Guosim.
"Hullo everyone! Mighty noice day 'tis, wot? Could we maybe see the Log-a-
Log o'this jolly place, wot?" Benji asked.
They all pointed to where he was, and they walked over. They all greeted,
and told their story.
"Well, in that case, I wouldn't mind sending two of my greatest warriors
and archers with you to save Mossflower Wood and Redwall Abbey! Off with
you, and hurry, quick! Wavetail! Redarrow! Fordring! Bowstring! Could you
come here for a minute?" Log-a-Log asked, as they ran to him.
"You four have been chosen as the elite warriors you are to join Martin,
Arvitt, and Benji to help save Mossflower Wood and Redwall Abbey. Go off,
and please, be careful! Take as many arrows as you want, and we have plenty
of food to give you." Log-a-Log said.
An hour later, the four elite warriors that were guided by the Guosim were
ready. Wavetail and Fordring were both warriors with sword mastery, and
Redarrow and Bowstring, who happened to be named after archers, were
mastered in archery, Redarrow a mouse and Bowstring an otter.
There were finally seven warriors of the group to save Redwall and
Mossflower, and they were off to the north to face Riverrung's band of
corsairs.
Author's Note: Okay, since there are over 1,250 words in this chapter, I'll
stop here. Please review and there will be more chapters coming soon!
up. So I do have them prepared for after someone reviews it. C'mon, please
review. It's not that hard. Here's chapter 3, and there'll be three or four
more to conclude this Redwall fanfiction. Thanks! ;-)
[~Benji of Redwall-Chapter III~]
A story addition by [~Shadow of Silver~] on FanFiction.net
The four warriors were asleep in their camps. Martin the III, sleeping next
to Benji Harewourth, was in a deep sleep, slumbering on through the night.
Martin the Warrior had appeared in his dream, in full armor and sword.
"Martin the Third, you shall be careful throughout your quest, and if you
do, you will be the next Abbot of Redwall, although not all of your friends
that join your quest will return home..." he said. Martin awoke, Martin the
Warrior speaking in his mind. "I am that is..."
It was dawn. Benji was fast asleep next to the campfire, drooling and
talking in his sleep. But there were only three there. There was Arvitt,
Benji and himself...Foremole! "Foremole...where has he gone?" Martin said
aloud. Benji awoke.
"Wot's all the racket about, old chap? 'Ello, wot's this?" Benji said.
There was a note on his face. It read:
Dearr Marthen, I be verry sorrrie to leavv yous all. I cannott stay herr
with yous. I returning to the Abbie. –Fourmole.
Martin read the note aloud. "Foremole went home... humph! Well, I guess since
he's quite homesick all the time, it's not surprising he'd want to. Strange
that he didn't take any food though..."
"All the more for us, wot?" Benji said.
Arvitt finally awoke. "Unhh...when's breakfast?" he said.
"Well, oi could make a good few sconces for us, wot?" Benji offered.
[_*~*~*_]
Everyone in Rangbad's band finally stopped for a few days and made a camp.
There were tents dotted around everywhere where everybeast decided to take
a rest at, and Rangbad was displeased in his own tent.
"This is going too slow! We only 'ave foive slaves about us!" Rangbad
complained to the head captains in the band. "We need to get more s'we can
conquer that church and form our own fortress...what's that place called...St.
Ninian's church!" Rangbad said.
"Well, sir, we could get Redwall under our paws, it's a day due south, oi
believe, and there r'plenty of moice there. Then we could take over Redwall
ourselves!!" Riverrung suggested.
Rangbad took it into consideration. "Hm...not a bad idea, not a bad one at
all! Riverrung, you can take fifteen of my warriors with you, and attack
Redwall. I will lead my band there later to help you, say, four days hence.
But if I see you slacking off or if you're empty handed...it'll be your
head!" he said.
"Thank you, sir, I won't return empty handed, sir." Riverrung said.
"You! Redpaw! You are now in charge of slave supervision. Go and get them
in line for inspection."
"Roight y'are, cap'n! They'll be ready in a second!" Redpaw said, and was
dismissed.
A few minutes later, Rangbad came out of his tent. "Inspection toime,
y'filthy maggots! Stand aline!" Redpaw yelled, and cracked his whip at the
slaves.
"You're all a bunch of filthy scum!!" Rangbad said.
"Well....say thank you!" Redpaw yelled at the slaves, who gave their unsure
thanks to Rangbad the fox.
"Redpaw, you get an extra helpin' at dinner tonight." Rangbad rewarded.
"Thank you, cap'n..." Redpaw said.
[_*~*~*_]
Meanwhile, at the Abbey, the old Recorder was writing furiously on his
parchment with his custom-made quill and ink.
From an excerpt of Matti Squirrel, Recorder of Redwall.
Well, as we all can see, summer is coming to a close soon, and it's almost
time to name the next season. It's also a quite dreadful and happy time
coming up for me, because I'll finally become twelve seasons old, and
almost become the oldest Recorder of Redwall. And the close of the season
means something else; the gatherings of the orchards are coming too,
including our new wheat fields that we've planted last season. I'm quite
sure it'll be a really wonderful winter for us, having the new wheat to
gather for our breads and sconces. Well, I should probably get to help the
Abbess and the rest of the Redwallers gather the fruits for the autumn, and
then it's time to start thinking of a good name for this season.
~Matti Squirrel, Recorder of Redwall.
Matti walked out of his loft and across the lawn to see the orchards
adjacent to the buildings. Everyone was scrambling to gather the fruits in
the trees; apples, pears, and many other sorts of fruits, and raspberries,
strawberries and blueberries that grew in the fields. There were many
people that went about to help with the new wheat field, which were being
gathered, and the stronger Redwallers were helping to finish building the
new windmill which was to be named at a later date. Matti walked to the
nearest trees, took a basket, and started to pick some apples.
Up in the windmill, there were three mice and otters working to finish. The
roof was finally on, and the actual windmill portion of it was being
attached. "Almost done! Wait until Cornflower can use this!" Greenleaf said
proudly. A few hours later, the windmill was finally done.
"Oh Greenleaf, the windmill is wonderful!" Cornflower said as they sat down
on the hill, gazing at the windmill. She laid her head on Greenleaf's
shoulder, exhausted, but happy. They both smiled. After all the Redwallers
were finished gathering the fruits and wheat for the day, they all went out
to see the wonder that was the new windmill.
The sun was setting on the west side of the Abbey on a clear summer
evening, the sky painted red and pink.
[_*~*~*_]
After a hearty breakfast, Martin, Arvitt and Benji set out to the north. At
about midday, when Benji of the three finally said something, they stopped.
"Oi think we're finally at the Guosim land, wot? Lesse if we could find the
jolly Log-a-Log." They all agreed and greeted the Guosim.
"Hullo everyone! Mighty noice day 'tis, wot? Could we maybe see the Log-a-
Log o'this jolly place, wot?" Benji asked.
They all pointed to where he was, and they walked over. They all greeted,
and told their story.
"Well, in that case, I wouldn't mind sending two of my greatest warriors
and archers with you to save Mossflower Wood and Redwall Abbey! Off with
you, and hurry, quick! Wavetail! Redarrow! Fordring! Bowstring! Could you
come here for a minute?" Log-a-Log asked, as they ran to him.
"You four have been chosen as the elite warriors you are to join Martin,
Arvitt, and Benji to help save Mossflower Wood and Redwall Abbey. Go off,
and please, be careful! Take as many arrows as you want, and we have plenty
of food to give you." Log-a-Log said.
An hour later, the four elite warriors that were guided by the Guosim were
ready. Wavetail and Fordring were both warriors with sword mastery, and
Redarrow and Bowstring, who happened to be named after archers, were
mastered in archery, Redarrow a mouse and Bowstring an otter.
There were finally seven warriors of the group to save Redwall and
Mossflower, and they were off to the north to face Riverrung's band of
corsairs.
Author's Note: Okay, since there are over 1,250 words in this chapter, I'll
stop here. Please review and there will be more chapters coming soon!