Prelude
Disclaimer:The Redwall-verse is Brian Jacques. Everything else is mine.
The ground seemed to quaver with the ferocity of the roar. A vast, menacing, bone-chilling proclamation of rage. A call that nearly awoke the dead, that sent fear down the spine of any creature sentient enough to feel the pain, anger, and disbelief present in the voice. The evil sound emanated from the belly of a single massive beast.
Covered head to footpaw with cuts and bruises, the badger gingerly lifted up his battered child. The small maid, life trodden out of her so early, without just cause, would truly have been the epitome of beauty. However, the love bond between father and daughter was great, too much so for the badger's enemies to bear.
Astil had been happy at Tior, or so he thought, until that one day he learned the outside world's true reward. At Tior, he had meals, lodging, anything his heart desired, but at too extreme a cost. He was a captive, unwilling to stay, though he had not known it yet. He quickly learned, however. Anyone who had lived that existence present in Tior, 'free' from responsibility, would have gladly given a limb for just one more hour in that paradise of paradises, that Eden upon earth, freedom.
That outside world is what he had tasted, which drove him to leave his so called 'home', to run away, to escape the horror he now knew dwelled there. He had since then lied, theived, and murdered for what he needed now, an actual dwelling, a house of refuge, or so he thought. He raised a family, watched his pride grow up, until today. Her life was now shattered, because of his dream. An innocent life for an uninnocent dream. An unfair trade, for which he was responsible. Not only he, though, but her killers, also.
His own people.
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