Countdown: 2 Days
A new morning was breaking over redwall, and everybeast was busy-packing. The events of the previous day were so horrifying that all the redwallers decided the best thing to do was to abandon the abbey, and split up.
Sister Lisa was crying as she packed herbs that she thought would be needd into many pouches for the redwallers. She looked at the still form of Morty. "Why did this all have to happen?"
"A plan for revenge... A plan you will help me with..."
Friar Bob and a small team were getting provisions ready in the orchard. Packing many fruits that grew there into baskets to be preserved in jars before the end ofthe day as hard-exspecially since the jars would break under any travel, so it was't worth it.
Still, the abbey dwellers expected it done, so he did it.
One of the gates opened and closed. The Friar lookes up. "Sister Lisa, what have you been doing out there? Your supposed to be packing herbs."
The Infirmary keeper looked up at him. "Oh, just needed some herbs that only grow in the shadow of the gate."
The Friar moved towards the gate. "I've never seen any herbs there. Could you show them to me?" He wanted to do anything other then his useless task. His team followed; they also wanted something else to do.
As they neared it, Sister Lisa suddenly shouted, "No! Don't go near that gate!"
Four explosions shook the earth for miles around. The entire group was engulfed in a sheet of flame.
Sister Lisa was at the edge of it; she was badly burned.
The walls suddered, and fell in, becomin inpassible and unclimbable.
The Redwallers were trapped.
Cornelius ran to his window. He saw the smoke clouds billowing. "No..." was all he could say. He was shocked. The building stopped shaking. Bodies lay strewn about the abbey ground. Despiration took hold of him. He didn't want to die at the hands of the thing, the shadow slayer, whatever it was. He wanted to jump from the window, take his own life first.
An oddly familiar voice echoed in the back of his head. 'For the sake of the abbey, don't.'
His fur stood up on him. "Allayne? Where are you?"
The reply came back almost as soon as he spoke. 'I'm with you, or in you. I couldn't let you do something rash, such as jump.'
"How did you know?" He felt odd, as if he were speaking to nobeast.
'I can see the future. We must get out of the abbey, soon. The thing is as good as I am when it comes to the future - it's changing it as we speak. It's already destroyed much of the life on this world. Mossflower is empty save for us, Salamandastron, and a village. It's powerful. And crafty, using Germain to bring it here.'
"Germain?" Cornelius was confused.
'It destroyed Loamhedge.'
"That was the plague."
'It was the plague. We need to get out of here - if we can warn Salamandastron then we have the advantage.'
"Am I insane? Am I just imagining all this? Is it a dream?"
"No. It's all to real for you." A voice said. It was not Allayne.
WA: Wonderful cliffy, isn't it?