Yo 'tis I, the awesome Jen! And I'm back! Told ya I'd be updating every day! Thanks to the people who reviewed! OH MY GAWT I got three reviews on the first day! Hurray! And without further delay, here is the story.

My Rose of Old Redwall

Chapter 2: Dagger's Point

~Your sword is a part of you, as all sword masters know.~

~ Furmingbia

Furmingbia listened to the chattering of the shrews as they spotted her camp and trudged towards it. Half asleep, she opened one eye to a slit and watched with amusement.

"Ha! There's a creature in there, I bet it's a mouse!"

"Huh, mouse me tail, it's a squirrel!"

"Nonsense! Squirrels live in trees and have big bushy tails!"

"Well, I suppose it's a shrew like us, cully."

"No it ain't! I tell yer it's a mousy!"

"Ah, shaddup, it's a mousy-shrew! There! Be quiet afore any vermin hears us!"

"Shaddup yer self! Ain't no such thing as a mousy-shrew!"

A strong, deep voice, obviously the leader's, hollered at them, "SHUT UP! All of yew!"

The silence was total, as Furmingbia walked out of her make-shift tent, she smiled and said, "Well, see, I am a mouse. Hello there, Log-a-Log Bur! Haven't seen you in a while."

Log-a-Log Bur laughed, "Well if it ain't me friend Mingby! Shoulda known you'd be here. Going to Redwall?"

"You bet!"

"Good! 'Cause me and me crew are going to Redwall too. You can tag along, only if you still cook those wonderful scones of yours!"

Furmingbia smiled, she has often had her cooking skills matched up to the legendary Abbey of Redwall. Now she is finally going to see it. "Well, give me a few dabs of flour and time to gather my ingredients, and I'll make a batch for you!"

Bur smiled, "Hop along then, oh and…" He dropped his voice into a grim whisper, "we've been followed by a few score of vermin. I only have three score able fighting beasts and a whole load of shrew babes and old 'uns. We're gonna have to need you to help defend us!"

Furmingbia nodded.

The next day a scout came back to the clearing where the shrew's camp was, sporting his wounded partner, yelling, "They're coming straight for us! Run!"

As soon as the runner's words left his mouth, 80 able vermin rushed in and surrounded them, putting daggers and spears against a few shrews (and Furmingbia, whom they mistaken to be a helpless mousemaid) as their leader, a seemingly well-dressed and well-mannered ferret, strolled in and announced harshly, "You've all been surrounded by the horde of Patchfur the Ferret Warlord! Surrender now, or these will become pincushions!"

He gestured towards the captives as a nasty rat pressed his dagger point deeper into Furmingbia's neck, drawing a thin trickle of blood.

Furmingbia smiled inwardly and winked to Log-a-Log, who understood and put up his blade with a sly gesture towards his comrades, telling them to put down their swords.

The mousemaid took a deep breath, focusing on the dagger as her paws found their way to a hidden dirk.

A cliffhanger! Gasp! Oh well I really wanted to end this chapter so I can work on the next one. Enjoy and review!