Yugo finished his breakfast, and packed the elderberry fizz back into his haversack. He buckled his scimitar to his hip, and picked up his haversack. At last he noticed that Sango was gone.
"Sango?" He yelled out. After a moment, he yelled again.
"Sango?"
At that point, the vermin camp heard Yugo's cries and drew their weapons. Then, they spotted Sango on the tree branch.
"Oye!" The ferret yelled out. "What are yew doin' 'ere?"
The ferret, since he was the largest, seemed to be the leader of the small group.
Sango quickly scaled down the tree to the ground.
"I am simply a traveler, passing by." He said with a smile. He wanted to test these vermin. Would they attack him, or would they be smarter, and let him pass through?
"Oh, are yew now?" the ferret said. "Well yew made the wrong choice, squirrel. You entered our territory. Now give us all your belongings!"
"My dear friends, I have nothing to give." Sango replied calmly.
"Then you shall pay with your head!" With that, the ferret charged. Sango easily sidestepped him, while at the same time, shoving his head into the tree that he used to spy on the camp. The ferret was dead before he touched Sango.
Seeing their leader killed, the two stoats, who were much braver than the rat, charged Sango. Sango ducked and jabbed one stoat in the gut, and shoved him to the ground. The other, he jabbed in the face. One stoat lay down, trying to regain his normal flow of breath, and the other one lay, holding his snout, and yelling in severe pain.
Yugo ran out toward the fighting he had heard.
"Sango, there you are. I was looki-Watch out!" Yugo yelled. But too late, the rat had grabbed a javelin, and threw it at Sango's unprotected back, while he was looking at Yugo. Sango fell down, and in his misting eyes, he saw his pupil, and he knew that he had made a warrior out of him, and that was all that mattered to him. He then closed, his eyes, and died.
Yelling with rage, Yugo wielded his scimitar and charged the rat. He ran at the rat with the speed only possessed by someone with the Bloodwrath. The rat, even though suddenly surprised, sidestepped Yugo, but Yugo was ready. He jabbed out to the side, and ran the rat through with the scimitar. The rat lay down with his eyes open at the fire, Yugo's scimitar sticking out of his chest. Yugo ran back to Sango, praying that he was all right. The rat was still alive! He grabbed another javelin, and with the same accuracy, threw it at Yugo. Yugo lay down, with the javelin through his right lung. How could he have been so foolish? Why did he not make sure that the rat was dead? Had he learned nothing from Sango? Oh well, it does not matter. He would be joining Sango soon. He then closed his eyes, and died.
The pain was gone. It was gone! Yugo opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer in the ground. He was slightly hovering. He saw the ferret and rat lay slain, the two stoats must have escaped. Below him he saw the body of Sango, and his own body.
"What…" He thought. "Why am I not dead? Why am I not at the Dark Forest right now?"
Then, a large floating blot of some liquid, probably water, appeared before him. He felt himself be pulled towards it, and then he disappeared through the blot, to the Dark Forest. He closed his eyes again.
"Yugo! Yugo!"
Yugo opened his eyes once again and saw Sango. Peaceful woodlands surrounded them both. Birds sang and soft rays of sunlight filtered through the trees.
"Sango, we're here," Yugo said.
"No Yugo! It's not your time." Sango said. He then turned Yugo around and Yugo saw the same blot of liquid, growing smaller.
"You must finish your mission. Go, my pupil, and remember all I have taught you. Remain honest and true, and use strategy and rather than relentless attacks at your enemies." And with those words, Sango pushed Yugo back through the mirror, and Yugo fell back to the living world and his soul re-entered his body.
The red-sandstone building lay like a beacon to all peace at the center of Mossflower. The sun seemed to make it even redder, if that was possible. It was mid-day when Martin the warrior strolled out of Redwall. He found out that peace was not his life. He knew it was wrong, but he felt that he had to remain a warrior and continue to slay vermin.
"Warriors will be warriors," he heard sister Amy once say.
"Perhaps there was truth to her words," Martin thought.
He gazed back at the Abbey, wondering if he would ever see it again. He decided that he would return, put up his sword, and try the life of peace another time. With his haversack laying over his back, and his sword by his side, he made his way out of the Abbey, onto the path, and traveled through the woodlands, aimlessly.