I do not own Redwall or any of the characters and places inside, except for my original Characters and places (you should be smart enough to know which ones are fake are not). I also do not own any of the Naruto characters and both the Redwall and Naurto names have been used without permission for the sole use of entertaining the readers that choose to read my story. So enjoy!
The peaceful order of mice in Mossflower has ever been a sanctuary to all, but in times of trouble, the Spirit of Martin the Warrior will send a soul to aid the brothers and sisters of Redwall Abbey from the forces of evil, no matter who they where before. But the tale I am to tell you is of seven souls summoned from another plain, friends and foes, brought to the Abbey to be light in it's darkening hour. A tale of adventure, love, and revenge, I shall share with you. Pull up a stool and warm yourself from the chills of the winter cold. Lend me your ear, for I am the Teller of Tales, spinner of the stories of all.
CHAPTER 1: The First Move on the Chess Board
Past the western shores where the lone mountain of fire watches the seas, an enormous island looms tall over the waters, the black rock walls shielding the lush land behind them. The only thing reaching above those walls is a massive lighthouse, part of an even bigger castle, the ground home to many barracks, both soldier and slave. Dotted over the entire isolated fortress were the symbols and banners of the Fire-wolf, a large wolf's head made of flames and framed in a white moon a constant reminder to all on the isle of who indeed ruled the fortress.
The hidden isle even hid a harbor, where an armada and a half of all kinds of ships waited and stocked on supplies. The slaves, once many different towns, clans, families and people, now loaded on the many things needed, their guards watching their every move, knowing quite well that many of their former comrades were now the ones the ones they urged to work faster. From the from the black walls to the deepest chamber in the black castle, the place was overloaded with all sorts of beings, furred, scaled, and feathered.
Inside the private study of the Fire-wolf, the three leaders, the Fire-wolf Groken, a huge lizard warrior named Xengith, and a large silver raven, Ashnith, looked down on a huge map depicting the entire mainland, from eastern to western shores, northern mountains and southern lands, but two locations were marked as essential on it. The wolf, a extremely large black canine with singed hair on his coat, pointed to the first of the spots, a building in the middle of a forest as he looked up to a shady portion of the room.
"So you're saying that if we should attack Redwall first and capture it, the hares of Salamandastron will come and try to take the building from me along with any survivors and doing so will weaken them so the next wave of my forces will wipe them away? Sounds pretty simple and somewhat flawed if we don't know how many can fight in either place. You do know that Redwall has more allies then just Salamandastron, don't you, Draken? And the same with the mountain fortress."
A ferret in a black coat with red clouds on it stepped forward, smirking a little as he pointed at the map. His head was completely black while the rest of his fur as a pale brown, but the most disturbing feature was the eyes of the creature. They were red with three comas inside them, holding a light in them close to those of a mad creature.
"If I'll go ahead with my forces, Groken, I'll get the information you'll need before the invasion. For both places and even any info about these 'allies' you're so worried about. How does that sound for all of you?" His calm smile seemed to challenge the two others more than reassure the wolf chief.
Xengith sneered but nodded its head, followed by Ashnith, then Groken motioned to the door. "Take the Sea Feather with Captain Deaumont and his crew and land farther north of the Fire Mountain then scout with your squad as quickly and silently as you can. I don't want any early alarms of our invasion so they have time to prepare themselves. Go." Draken bowed and walked out the doors, telling a guard to notify his squad.
The raven cawed angrily after the doors closed. "I don't care for this Draken. Ferret or not, he still is too slippery for my tastes. Why did you recruit him? Why not any other one?"
The wolf growled at the bird, his tone dangerously low. "Take care of your words around him. He is someone you'd would never want to be against you. I saw him take down a full-grown badger in Bloodwrath without using a blade. He is almost like some sort of wizard, because the badger looked into his eyes and the next moment later, the badger collapsed on the ground, drooling and muttering gibberish like an idiot. Then that ferret summoned fire from his mouth and cooked the badger, armor and all. Can you boast something like that, you bag of feathers?" Ashnith didn't answer, but clacked his iron beak in irritation. "Now we wait and prepare for the full invasion. Xengith, take over the overseeing the troops today. I've got to walk around a bit."
The raven flew to his nest, but the lizard stayed. "Ssss, the dream happened again lassst night, sire?" The wolf waved him off as he walked down the stairs, all the guards he passed coming to a swift attention. Within the hour, the Sea Feather was loaded up and ready for sailing and the fast ship left the harbor and neared the gates to the island. The black walls pulled back and the ship rode the winds out into the sea, setting its point to the distant shores.