John paced back and forth in front of the door. The mouse held his fingers up to his mouth and it took everything in his being not to bite them. The worry was going to kill him.
A woman screamed in the next room.
Throwing all caution to the wind, John pulled the handle on the door. It would not open. "Pluck my whiskers, they locked the door!" He grunted in frustration. He was unsure whether it was from the helplessness of not being able to help the one in the next room or the fact that they had already anticipated that he would try to burst in.
The woman screamed one last time. All became silent. John froze. He listened for what felt like an eternity. Then there it was, the cry of a newborn.
The door opened and an elderly mouse poked her head through. "You can come in now."
With no hesitation, he pushed past her into the room. On the bed was a worn looking mouse. She was exhausted and bedraggled, but to him, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her smile was tired, but her eyes glistened with indescribable joy and pride. "John, come say hello to your son."
The mouse was by his wife's side in an instant. She placed the baby in his arms. He looked into his son's wide, chestnut eyes. So young, but already so curious.
"He has your eyes, " John commented. "Eyes like my Mariam."
Mariam rested her hand on her husband's arm. "I think he has big ears like his father."
John looked down at his child's face. His son would do great things someday. He would be a valuable member to their small village and would pass on the family name when he was longer there.
"Matthias. His name is Matthias."
Mariam received the baby back from her husband. She held him close to her heart. "Welcome home, Matthias."
I watched the Redwall cartoons recently. I had not seen them since I was little. I love how they gave Matthias a backstory. He did not have one in the book. This shorter story is inspired by Matthias' past in the cartoon. It will take place in his childhood before the events of the Redwall book. This wasn't the Redwall fic I had been planning to write, but hey, I wrote something!
I had actually had it all written out yesterday bxut I accidentally deleted it. Not the normal delete either. I could not retrieve it. No idea what I did. I was so pippin mad. At least I had the rough draft on paper.
Why in the old culture did they always make the husband wait outside? It's her husband!
Thanks for reading and happy Thanksgiving!
Here's the theme song for this story. (It's my favorite song right now. It's free to download. Not sure what movie it is from though.)
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