Oh, he he, uhm.. yes, the credit, allright, well, Redwall is ©Brian
Jacques, along with Triss. All characters in this story are ©Quickpaw
Widepad.
Wyatt's Greatest Adventure
By: Quickpaw Widepad
First of all, before we begin, let me tell you that some of this is real, and then the rest, is not. The main character is the man behind Quickpaw Widepad, me, Wyatt Carpenter. This will be my second fic that I've made, so it might not be too high of a quality. There will be some mention of technology, and equipment not normally carried by a human traveling along, but only I will have them. And now, without further ado, the story.
It was a glorious July morning. I woke up at 4:50 a.m. to a breathtaking sunrise as I look out the window. After that, I went to the computer to do some work on the internet. Checking my e-mail, checking out some Redwall websites I have in my favorites, I got off around 6:00 to eat, and watch t.v. I watched the news, and the weather channel for a little while, and then I got around to breakfast. A nice bowl of cereal and some toast for afters was a nice thing to have. After watching a little more t.v., and seeing my mom go off to work, I started to read, mostly because there was nothing else to do, and mostly because my friends weren't going to be online today. So, after reading for about two hours or so, I have read a fair amount of pages. After awhile longer, I finished the book. The Long Patrol was a good book, but, then again, all of the books were good, if not great. Awhile after I finished the book, I decided to go for a trek in the woods. After packing for any emergency I could think of, I set out. The woods in Maine were a great place to be in the summer. There were some disused four-wheeler trails near my house so it was going to be nice and peaceful.
After walking around in the woods for about an hour, I decided it was time to head back, when I heard some noise. Cautiously, and as silently as I could, I walked over to where I heard the noise. There was a grouping of trees. Before I did anything else, I looked at the trees. They were old, and really big. But the oddest thing of all was, they were not even native to this area. I've heard of transplanted trees, but there was no road in the area, not even a logging trail. I pondered the oddness of these trees for a little while, when I heard the voices again. These voices were unlike any I have ever heard of before. I couldn't even understand what they were saying. It sounded like some foreign language I've never heard of before. I knew I shouldn't be checking it out, but there wasn't supposed to be anyone else there. They would've gone through my mother's property, and they need permission. I walked through the trees as the voices stopped talking. About halfway through the trees, I heard a noise from behind me. Before I could turn around though, something hit me in the back of the head, then all went black.
When I awoke, it was raining. My head ached at the slightest movement. I waited for a while, and then looked around. I was in the woods, but none of the trees looked familiar, and the ground was different. It was, more soil than rock. In Maine, it's mostly rock and soil. I waited where I was for an hour, trying to figure out where I am, what happened to me, and how I was going to get back. All of a sudden, I heard those voices again. They were close, and getting closer, when I turned around to see where the voices had come from, I saw a blur, then, I was knocked out again.
When I awoke the second time, it wasn't raining, but the sun was out. What the time was, I didn't know. Ignoring my already throbbing head, I turned around, and headed back the way I came from. After about thirty minutes of walking, I return home. I was in desperate need of an aspirin at the moment. During the week after my strange encounter, thoughts began racing through my head, where was I, could I get back there, what hit me in the head? Deciding that these questions were best answered with actually knowing what happened, I prepare to go back to those trees.
After packing multiple items for what could be, a 2-week excursion. I also packed some items that I might need in an emergency. With walking stick in hand, I set out. After about an hour of hard searching, I find what I'm looking for. As I approach the trees I remember what happened the last time and remembered to be on guard, lest it happen again. I didn't hear any voices this time around and presumed it to be safe. Walking through the trees, I could hear a distant noise, but couldn't tell what it was. I grip my traveling stick a little bit tighter, ready to swing it around at a moments notice, but nothing happened. As I leave the group of trees, an overwhelming feeling swept over me like a tidal wave. It was that feeling of being in a strange place, not knowing where anything is, being alone, with no one to count on for help.
Sounds. I could hear an odd sound nearby where I was. It sounded a lot like yelling at the top of your voice. Deciding that I might find some help there, I moved toward the sound. When I reached the source of the noise, I was struck dumb! There in front of me, in the field, was the scene of a battle in progress. It was the kind of battle normally seen in medieval times. Except, there were animals doing all the fighting! As I stared at the sight before me, thoughts began going through my head, what was going on? Where am I? While I was pondering over these thoughts, one of the combatants decided to charge me. I almost didn't notice until it was right on top of me!
Wyatt's Greatest Adventure
By: Quickpaw Widepad
First of all, before we begin, let me tell you that some of this is real, and then the rest, is not. The main character is the man behind Quickpaw Widepad, me, Wyatt Carpenter. This will be my second fic that I've made, so it might not be too high of a quality. There will be some mention of technology, and equipment not normally carried by a human traveling along, but only I will have them. And now, without further ado, the story.
It was a glorious July morning. I woke up at 4:50 a.m. to a breathtaking sunrise as I look out the window. After that, I went to the computer to do some work on the internet. Checking my e-mail, checking out some Redwall websites I have in my favorites, I got off around 6:00 to eat, and watch t.v. I watched the news, and the weather channel for a little while, and then I got around to breakfast. A nice bowl of cereal and some toast for afters was a nice thing to have. After watching a little more t.v., and seeing my mom go off to work, I started to read, mostly because there was nothing else to do, and mostly because my friends weren't going to be online today. So, after reading for about two hours or so, I have read a fair amount of pages. After awhile longer, I finished the book. The Long Patrol was a good book, but, then again, all of the books were good, if not great. Awhile after I finished the book, I decided to go for a trek in the woods. After packing for any emergency I could think of, I set out. The woods in Maine were a great place to be in the summer. There were some disused four-wheeler trails near my house so it was going to be nice and peaceful.
After walking around in the woods for about an hour, I decided it was time to head back, when I heard some noise. Cautiously, and as silently as I could, I walked over to where I heard the noise. There was a grouping of trees. Before I did anything else, I looked at the trees. They were old, and really big. But the oddest thing of all was, they were not even native to this area. I've heard of transplanted trees, but there was no road in the area, not even a logging trail. I pondered the oddness of these trees for a little while, when I heard the voices again. These voices were unlike any I have ever heard of before. I couldn't even understand what they were saying. It sounded like some foreign language I've never heard of before. I knew I shouldn't be checking it out, but there wasn't supposed to be anyone else there. They would've gone through my mother's property, and they need permission. I walked through the trees as the voices stopped talking. About halfway through the trees, I heard a noise from behind me. Before I could turn around though, something hit me in the back of the head, then all went black.
When I awoke, it was raining. My head ached at the slightest movement. I waited for a while, and then looked around. I was in the woods, but none of the trees looked familiar, and the ground was different. It was, more soil than rock. In Maine, it's mostly rock and soil. I waited where I was for an hour, trying to figure out where I am, what happened to me, and how I was going to get back. All of a sudden, I heard those voices again. They were close, and getting closer, when I turned around to see where the voices had come from, I saw a blur, then, I was knocked out again.
When I awoke the second time, it wasn't raining, but the sun was out. What the time was, I didn't know. Ignoring my already throbbing head, I turned around, and headed back the way I came from. After about thirty minutes of walking, I return home. I was in desperate need of an aspirin at the moment. During the week after my strange encounter, thoughts began racing through my head, where was I, could I get back there, what hit me in the head? Deciding that these questions were best answered with actually knowing what happened, I prepare to go back to those trees.
After packing multiple items for what could be, a 2-week excursion. I also packed some items that I might need in an emergency. With walking stick in hand, I set out. After about an hour of hard searching, I find what I'm looking for. As I approach the trees I remember what happened the last time and remembered to be on guard, lest it happen again. I didn't hear any voices this time around and presumed it to be safe. Walking through the trees, I could hear a distant noise, but couldn't tell what it was. I grip my traveling stick a little bit tighter, ready to swing it around at a moments notice, but nothing happened. As I leave the group of trees, an overwhelming feeling swept over me like a tidal wave. It was that feeling of being in a strange place, not knowing where anything is, being alone, with no one to count on for help.
Sounds. I could hear an odd sound nearby where I was. It sounded a lot like yelling at the top of your voice. Deciding that I might find some help there, I moved toward the sound. When I reached the source of the noise, I was struck dumb! There in front of me, in the field, was the scene of a battle in progress. It was the kind of battle normally seen in medieval times. Except, there were animals doing all the fighting! As I stared at the sight before me, thoughts began going through my head, what was going on? Where am I? While I was pondering over these thoughts, one of the combatants decided to charge me. I almost didn't notice until it was right on top of me!