A/N Hello! Sorry that I haven't updated lately- it's just that my laptop crashed.
::heaves huge sigh:: I knew it would come to this. If you don't like reading A/Ns, I suggest you skip this one, cause it's one LONG rant.
I've gotten a few, well, half-flames you could call them. I'm not saying that they were wildfires- more like wisps of smoke. Now back to the 'I knew it would come to this'.
My 'wisps of smoke' were about the topic of revenge and death in my poems. Unfortunately, by some cruel twist of fate, the characters you requested did not lead happy, daisy-collecting lives. Yes, they may have before they became main characters in the book, like Mariel. Grath, yes, most likely she had a semi-good life. Ranguvar? Maybe. And a bit of advertising; read 'The Foeseeker' a story by yours truly, about her past life. ::nudges you, knocking out of the computer chair:: Oops. Alright, back to the topic of revenge and death.
I can't exactly stray onto the topic of the three females without touching 'The Topic' because that is basically what Jacques intended for them to do in the series. I cannot change that. If you do not like my poems, I suggest you go read some other ones. No, I'm not being mean, or sending you away- just telling you what I think are the facts about my writing and 'wisps of smoke'. Please take no offense to this. And you have to admit- if you had to write about any one of these three past characters in a poem style, at least half the lines have to meet 'The Topic'. Just explaining so no one flames me about that.
I know I'll get a few flames from this A/N though. You can just tell.
Also, I got a request about doing Martin, Matthias, or Laterose. I don't think I could do Laterose- not enough is really known about her, except she lived in Noonvale and helped Martin in his quest, and... well, you know. Plus, I've written a Martin/Rose trilogy, two songfics and one one-shot, so that should satisfy your flowery needs. And Matthias is too much like Mattimeo and the second Martin, and I just don't really feel like it.
I've decided to do Martin, and I'm taking no more requests- this is the last poem. I have to finish up 'The Tournament' and work on the new story I'm doing. ::sigh:: I wished I had a bit more time, and then my laptop crashes... Gomen, to all my readers.
I expect flames, smoke, and even a wildfire or two- hopefully, none, but you can't anticipate that.
Read and review! Again, gomen for the long A/N, and all that stuff how your chapter is supposed to be longer then your A/N, but I rarely do this. And I'm not saying this A/N to the people that actually reviewed and told me about 'The Topic', but the people that didn't even bother to tell my how horrible or good my poems were. Just to say they had too much revenge and death. To those who told me that AND reviewed, and those who reviewed in general- ::hands out assorted fruits and solidified gratitude:: Thank you. I dedicate all my works to my readers. And to those who just said it's a bit to death-y- ::gives out cucumber:: You still added to my review numbers, after all...
Disclaimer: Would Brain Jacques get flames? Nah. Would Shadowsong StarGlaive the Wolf? Yeah. Which one REALLY owns Redwall? ::sees fingers point to Brain Jacques:: Oh, shoot. I thought I almost had you there.
WARNING! WARNING! SPOILERS FOR MARTIN THE WARRIOR, MOSSFLOWER, AND LEGEND OF LUKE! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ ANY OF THOSE THREE, TURN BACK NOW AND READ SOME OF MY OTHER STORIES. ;) Yay, I did a warning. My second time. Twas fun, putting it in caps lock.
(Begin Blade of Justice)
There is a warrior, strong and bold
And yet, he is seasons old.
The tale starts, from long ago
Where the waters splash and the tides flow
'Tis the Northlands, bare of trees
There, it is bordered by the harsh sea
Martin, still young, survived an attack
And yet, his mother never would never come back
And so his father left to seek revenge, and murder
The one who had hurt his wife, slew her
Seasons later, then came the lord Badrang
Ruling over his army with claw and fang
Stole the mouse's sword, the thief
Causing Martin much grief
He then swore a vow
To slay Badrang and get his sword, some how
Beaten, starved, and left to die
Given to the harsh slayers that fly
Then he met Rose of Noonvale
Who helped him escape from his jail
Questing for Noonvale, place absent of war
Ne'er had it seen terror, violence or horror
Gathering all the warriors he could,
Lovers of freedom, peace and good
Fighting at the walls of Marshank, ne'er once felt repose
He lost his what he protected most, Rose
Winning the war, he vowed never to return
The pains he felt then, the burns!
Forgetting his past, he left that place
Ne'er wanting to show again his face
Until meeting, in the cells of Kotir
Gonff the mousethief, also there
Fleeing the castle, coming to Brockhall
Encountering the residents, who were planing the fall
Of the castle, and it's evil ruler
The wildcat Tsarmina, none who was crueler
Traveling to the mountain of fire
Searching for another fighter, for their need was that dire!
Lord Boar forged the warrior a new blade
Wielding it, Martin knew his destiny was made
Bringing back not the warrior searched for
It was certain to be what the woodlanders feared- war.
Defeating the wildcat queen, watching her drown
Now they owned their forests of green and brown
Later, after building Redwall
Came a hedgehog, Trimp she was called.
Speaking of the Northlands, she talked of the sea
And the creatures who once lived there, alive as you or me!
Martin the Warrior was persuaded to go
To where the waters ebb and flow
Reaching the shores of the sandy beach
He heard of the frightful tale of the ship 'Goreleech'
Hearing that, he went back to his Redwall, his home
Ne'er again did he roam
Now his spirit guides the Abbey in time of war and strife
Though he may of lost his life
Martin the Warrior protects all of Redwall!
(End Blade of Justice)
A/N Again, gomen nasai (sp?) about the not-writing-for-two-weeks-about thing. My cursed laptop was acting up.
Again, gomen about my Godzilla-sized A/N, but I really needed to let it all out. And, I'm taking no requests, for this is the last chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!
Review, and may you have no gravestone poem anytime soon. ::wink::