From Chickenhound's POV
I fell asleep but my eyes never closed, but rather blinked me from one scene to another. The first thing that comes to my senses is a horrid smell, the smell of death. Then I see it, a gate enshrouded in fog. I am being drawn toward the gate, then I came to a stop. A figure, a fox appears before me, his paw placed on the handle of a broadsword that looked way too heavy for him to lift. "Vulpiz." The name came out of my mouth automatically.
"Ahhhhh, come here my little vulpine," the fox said. I was instantly drawn too about 5 meters away from Vulpiz. "Lets see what you did to come here," he said. I could feel Vulpiz's mind probing my brain. "Not much, not much,…… but it earns you a place here. Come Chickenhound," he said. "Not so fast." The voice came from my right. I then saw all the color drain from Vulpiz's face and his eyes go wide. Then as if on cue I blink and I am teleported to another scene.
original POV
Chickenhound found himself on the grounds of redwall abbey, the red sandstone walls standing tall above him. He also noted that the main building was on fire, with smoke pouring out of the two wooden doors of cavern hole. Around him the grass was stained red from the blood of the dead creatures strewn about. Then a bell tolled its death song as it split in two, the halves of it fell out of the bell tower windows.
"You see this,….this,….this is you,….and me." Chickenhound felt a paw grab his muzzle and gently pull his gaze down to the ground. There was a dead fox on the ground with a thick shipping rope around his neck. "He is dead because of you." Chickenhound looked up suddenly to see the speaker. He was surprised when he looked at a mirror image of himself. His other self kicked at the fox on the ground, rolling the body to reveal what was underneath.
The older vixen was Sela, Chickenhound's former mother. "But she is alive because of you," the other self said. "However her life will never be the same without him." Chickenhound felt his blood begin to boil at his other self's speech. A moments pause, then his other self spoke again. "Together we can bring him back and fix her life." The older fox now got off the ground and began to take in her surroundings.
"I just need some of your blood for this to work, one little drop will do," his other self said. "Don't listen to him," another speaker said. Chickenhound struggled to remember where he had heard the voice from. "Stay out of this mouse," his other self said. "He's trying to exploit you." "Just stay outta this, okay," Chickenhound's counterpart said. Chickenhound was genuinely confused now.
"Just one drop." Chickenhound's other self was holding a small knife now. The fox was now advancing on him, tossing the knife from one paw to the other. "Do you have to make it this hard?" he said. Then he charged the fox, his small knife in paw. The speaker behind him grabbed Chickenhound's left paw with a suprising force. He was pivoted around on one footpaw and dragged off.
"Move!" the speaker said. "There's no escape," Chickenhound's other self said, letting the words slip off his tounge. He then brought down his knife with suprising accuracy on Chickenhound's right wrist, slashing through all the arteries. A magnificent spray of crimson flew in every direction. "Don't let you're blood touch him," the small mouse that was dragging him said.
Chickenhound watched in a strange facination as one little drop of life fluid landed on his other selves outstrecthed claw, an evil smile spreading across his face. His gaze was suddenly cut short as he was forced into a sprint toward a small wooden door. The small creature lifted up one of his paws and blasted away the small wooden door. They were now sprinting down the path to Saint Ninians church.
"Argg, I'm gonna bleed to death!" Chickenhound screetched at the old creature. "Take a look at it!" The mouse yelled back. He looked at the wound across his wrist and it was completely healed. "What the…!" Chickenhound yelled. The old mouse sprinted harder with the fox in tow. "Where we goin!" he yelled. The old mouse tightened his grip on Chickenhound's arm and sprinted harder.
The church came into view suddenly. The mouse dragged Chickenhound through the dense forest to the edge of the church yard. There they croutched down behind a fallen pine tree. "We're a little early," the creature said. A long silence fallowed until one of them had to speak. "Am I in hell?" Chickenhound said. "Not really," the old mouse said. "And who are you?" The old mouse showed his face to the fox.