What is up guys? Its SilverClaymore, back with Chapter 7!

First off. I am so so so so so so sorry that I have not posted for two and a half weeks. Two weeks ago, I was camping, and last week I was very, very sick and could not bring myself to write. Plus I had writers block. Anyways, my sincerest apologies.

*Spoiler Alert*

I have a question. Do you want more Gulspin? If you hate him, think he is an idiot, don't say anything. If you like him, or even just want him in like, two or three more chapters, please tell me in a review, if you can. I'm asking because he dies next chapter, and I looked back, and for a semi-main villain, he really is not that developed. Anyways, that's it, except to say I am blue and I feel an itch right now. (Please ignore this comment). Never mind. Well, hope you enjoy.

Reminder: Brian Jacques owns Redwall, and I feel very privileged to use his characters. I think the Redwall series is one of the best ever. Rest in peace, Mr. Jacques.

Jum Gurdy, the Redwall Abbey cellardog, sat alone in the cellars, drinking October ale and looking at The Journal of Abbess Germaine." It was quite a good read. Jum was mystified at what the small little Abbess had accomplished. There was one part in particular though that caught his eye. Jum was getting on in seasons, now over 60 and felt he wanted to go on a little adventure before he retired. So when the journal mentioned treasure, he read intently:

"Brockhall is no longer safe. Just before Martin and Gonff leave on their journey to Salamandastron, we will have to find a new safe haven for a day or two. It will be only temporary, but we heard vermin calling to each other about finding our hideout, so we are evacuating, but not for long. It is a gloomy day. The babes are wailing, Gonff, Dinny, and Martin are a bit uptight on having to delay their quest, and even Bella looks a bit mad. We sent out some beasts to find a suitable place to live for a few days, a cave, a small hut, really anything. I think I will close now, before I get too depressed.

Good news finally! Sister Mata has found a large clearing! It is a little close to Kotir, but Lady Ambereye and Bella are all for staying, so I am too. Gonff is acting a little nervous, so I think it is one of the places he buried treasure he stole from Kotir. Well, we shall find out. Martin insists on leaving, he says that Mossflower must be freed as quickly as possible, and I'm afraid I agree. Us Loamhedge mice have not been here all that long, and already I want to be free of that madbeast Tsarmina. If Martin and the rest of the warriors can ever free us of her, I want to establish a rule in Brockhall that no beast should ever mistreat another. I don't want any more warriors, no violence, no more bloodshed. We have seen enough during this dreadful time. Well that's it for today.

Today we set up camp. Lady Ambereye put up stakes covered in leaves to disguise us, make any spies of the air think we are just trees. We have built rough houses that the Corim can use, but we otherwise sleep in small tents. Gonff insisted that he set up his tent in the far corner, so me and Columbine are going to dig up the ground under it and see if there is treasure there.

What a sight! Columbine and I uncovered the treasure tonight, and it is much more than we have ever found in one of Gonff's hideaholes. Tons of gold, rubies, pearls, necklaces, gems, emeralds, crowns, and even a huge armor suit made of gold! The armor at first looked beautiful, but now I look closer and see that there are gruesome images of good creatures being killed by vermin in all sorts of horrible manners. When Gonff found out, he was surprisingly not mad. Instead, he tells us he got it from a band of cruel foxes, who seemed to almost worship the armor. He buried it so no good creature would have to see it again. I proposed we melt it, but at that moment we heard rustling in the trees and were forced to abandon camp. Thankfully, we covered up the treasure so the vermin that discovered us would not find it."

As Jum read on, he noticed that there was a loose piece of paper on the next page. He flipped the page and picked up the loose piece. It was in much bolder writing, and was obviously a poem. Jum read it.

Doom comes to those of the sea,

A quest to do, warriors to be!

To eager beasts the journey mounts,

Three of the Abbey, four arrive,

Seven count, you know the time!

Short but long is adventures song,

Which way to go?

Mixed tes is the way,

Add W to it, you don't see like you say.

Through trial and error you get to your goal,

Three hints I give now, as the bells start to toll.

Where is the place the water dogs stay?

You need something there, voices lead astray!

When done you are, or done you think,

Do you have to fly, or have to sink?

Heed warnings, now, follow blue path, not white.

Lost among Lords?

Use the power of sight!

The final challenge is this:

Do you hear the hiss?

In a dark deep abyss,

Where the earth shuns the sky,

And the vermin shall die,

Do you hear the cry?

'Tis the cry of death.

Jum flipped the page over. There was a small side note, this in Abbess Germaine's writing. There was a brightly colored gem, with orange specks in the middle. The Abbess had written,

"Martin insisted he write this poem. For what, I do not know. Also, he had me draw this. This was one among three gems we found that day in the clearing. They were hidden in the bottom of the treasure. We left them there, and I didn't think anything of it. Who knows? Maybe they are special. –Abbess Germaine."

Jum noticed that the next three pages in the book had been ripped out. The old cellardog, wide eyed, rushed out of the cellars, to the room of the Father Abbott.

Crasher Axehound ducked a blow a hare called Lifsoff threw. Throwing a fake, Crash swung straight up in a swift uppercut that knocked his opponent to the floor. He stayed there. Ding! Crash had won! Helping Lifsoff up, he shook hands with the frazzled hare, then walked out of the arena, bristling with excitement. He had done it! He had gotten to the finals! It was now dark and word had reached the young otter that Nubbs Miggory, the regional boxing champion was back. Crash hoped that if he won the championship he could face Miggory. But now, the bell tolled, and he waited outside the gate and he braced with excitement to see his final opponent. The gates opened, and Crash came face to face with Buff Redspore. "Sorry 'bout this," Crash said. "T'Ive never 'it a lady." "Yeh, t'an ye never will if I'm can help it," Buff shot back. "C'mon now youngster. Let's see whatcha got!" The bell sounded and the match began. Punches were thrown, each contestant hit, until Buff got under Crash's guard, and knocked him under the jaw and Crash sat down, hard. "Ah!" the judge said. "Final round, contestants down! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven." "He was cut off as Crash stood back up. "I'm not finished yet, hare!" Chuckling, Buff took her stance as Crash took his. Suddenly they clashed! Bam! Pow! Crunch! Buff blocked a blow, then threw her own, only to be blocked similarly. Suddenly, Crash swung out with a heavy side which the older hare ducked. Buff hit Crash in the shoulder with her left, and aimed her right at his jaw. Crash saw it and ducked, covering his face with one paw, and blindly lunging out with the other. Bam! The blow struck home. Impossibly, Crash's blind throw had hit Buff in the temple, and Buff crashed to the ground. "Oh, no!" The announcer wailed. "Buff Redspore issah down!" In the stands, Ruggan roared. "Yeah! That's my son! Took down your Buff wit one blow!" He smiled triumphantly at Rake. "Och, laddie," Rake said in a desperate voice. "T'aint over yet." But it was. The announcer reached ten, and all over the arena there were roars of triumph from otters. Buff had been knocked out completely from Crash's huge stinging blow. The stands emptied as otters rushed down and held Crash on their shoulders. Roaring with laughter and excitement, medics pushed their way onto the field to take Buff to the Infirmary. Rake chuckled with amazement. He truly could not believe that Crash had done it. As the black-furred captain strolled around the stadium, he noticed a beast sitting down, weeping. Striding over, Rake realized the beast was Major Bigfloon. Sitting down next to him, Rake shook the Majors shoulder. "Och Major, that's a bally bad state you're in. Wot 'appened?" "Bigfloon looked up, also recognizing the captain. "Rake, I've bally well failed Veronica an' Marder. Failed them, I say!" Bigfloon erupted into sobs. Rake straightened. "Bigfloon, mah friend. Ole Marder an' Veronica Wlipestide? Och, Major, they've been dead for years. Wot do you mean, you've failed them?" "I-I promised them I would look after there babes right afore they died. Now their three kids just deserted!" Rake was shocked. Rarely did a hare desert. "Och, 'tis surprising indeed. Lissen, I'll organize a search party later an' make sure they find them. Okay?" "G-goodidea Rake. Thank you." Rake nodded. But, unbeknownst to them, no search party would be going out that night. That night, or ever. For a war was coming. A war with many twists and turns, but one they would all be part of.

Abbott Thibb was sitting in bed, enjoying a warm cup of broth when Jum knocked on the door. "Come in!" The Abbott said. Jum walked in. "Oh! Hello Jum!" The abbott exclaimed. "What brings you at this hour?" "Sorry to bother you Father, but I have just found something important here." Jum waved the journal of Abbess Germaine. "No, not at all! Let's see what you found!" Opening to the page, Jum read it aloud. "Hmm!" Thibb mused. "But how do you know the poem refers to us? I don't know, Jum. How about we take another look at it in the morn. Now, go get some sleep." Jum left, thinking the morning would not come soon enough. He sat down at the tapestry of Martin the Warrior. "Oh, Martin." He murmured as sleep started to take hold of him. "I wish I knew what to do." Then he rested his head down and fell into sleep. In his dreams, a mouse with shining armor and holding a great sword appeared to him. He spoke.

"The gems are Redwalls, as well as the poem. Wait for the lark to sing, and you will remember."

Then Martin the Warrior, protector and spirit of the Abbey faded away' but Jum did not remember what he had said that night.

So that is Chapter 7. Chapter 8 will be up by Friday, at the latest Sunday. Be sure to review and tell me what you think of Gulspin!

Peace!

SilverClaymore