Author's Notes: Wow, so I know this POV thing is confusing/annoying for some of you, but I think it helps me explore the different emotions of different characters. Anyhow, happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall in any way. It belongs to Brian Jacques.

Zale's POV

I awoke with a yelp.

The dream, no, it would be better described as a nightmare, was still replaying itself in my head. I kept seeing this black creature staring at me with a pair of icy-cold eyes. And the smile…

I shivered. This wasn't normal; I don't usually have dreams, let alone nightmares. I looked out the window. The moon was there, its pale light reflecting on the lake's surface.

I decided to get out of bed and took a walk in the abbey. I stopped in the Great Hall, and marveled at the blade of Martin the Warrior. For some reason, it filled me with confidence and courage, and its sight was greatly reassuring. I was impelled to reach out and I softy caressed the blade. The touch of the cold steel lit a smile on my face.

Darwath's POV

Idiot.

My captain, Fangface, was glancing at me like a true idiot.

"Fangface… get out of my sight!" I barked.

"Aye!" the shaking rat replied hastily, scurrying out of my room so fast, he stumbled and tripped over his own tail.

I sighed. This is what I have as captain. I would have beheaded him long ago, if not for the fact that I had no one to replace him. Still, Fourfinger was doing well. It had been him and his mate Stubby who told me about Redwall. I let the ghost of a smile appear on my face. Maybe I should promote them.

I flicked my dagger out of my belt and fingered the blade absentmindedly. I was thinking about a dream I had last night. I didn't remember much, just that there was a white fox, wielding a marvelous blade, with a mouse standing behind him. The mouse looked like a warrior… I shrugged off the thought. Hun, after all, it was just a dream.

I placed the dagger back into my belt and motioned to Claw. The brown fox blinked in surprise, and then smartly saluted me.

"Claw," I asked. ""So... when was the last time I led the hoard into battle? And I mean a real battle, not one of those puny squabbles with tiny ships or travelers. A real battle, resembling a siege, something that can be counted as an accomplishment."

Claw placed his right paw on his chin and thought for a moment before giving me a reply. "I'd say a season ago sir, when we took that monastery."

I nodded. "Really? But an abbey is much bigger than a monastery, isn't it?"

Claw nodded vigorously. "Aye, sir."

I grunted, then stretched my arms and yawned like a cat. "Dismissed, Claw. Now get out of my room."

Claw's POV

I bowed and walked out of the warlord's room with much more dignity than that bumbling fool, Fangface.

I then proceeded to my quarters. On my table, I found my supper waiting for me. I sat down and chewed on a juicy rib while draining my goblet.

While I was enjoying my food, I pondered on my conversation with Darwath. I furrowed my eyebrows, Darwath seemed intent on capturing this Redwall place. But from what Fourfinger and Stubby said, it was only an old abbey with peace-loving beasts. I had no idea why Darwath wanted that so badly. There wasn't even any guarantee that the building contained treasure.

I finished the last of my supper, and then went to check on Tridenter. He was supposed to have finished repairs on The Stormwielder. It was Darwath's favorite ship, and if it wasn't repaired quickly and to his satisfaction, Tridenter risked ending up rowing with the slaves in the gallery.

Zale's POV

I still couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking about my dream and the sword of Martin the Warrior. After pondering for an hour or so, I finally made a decision. I knew stealing wasn't right, but the idea was so firmly implanted in my head that I realized only Martin could have put it there. The black fox was out to get me, and conquer Redwall but I wasn't going to let him.

I slipped on a warm tunic, packed a few provisions, and scribbled down a quick note. I grabbed the sword of Martin, quietly opened the gate and departed from Redwall. However, I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at the abbey; for fear that I would never see it again.

Author's Notes: That's another chapter! Both Darwath and Zale seem to be having dreams. It also looks like Zale has left Redwall due to some bizarre dream! Hehe, I'll update as soon as possible!