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Mea CulpaThere had been no warning.
She had always been quiet, especially around him. In all his young life, he had never seen her laugh, or even smile. He always thought she was beautiful. Sad, but kind, which was more than his father could say. It wasn't that he thought she didn't love him (though, as he would realize later when he was old enough to see things in hindsight, she didn't; neither of them did, because how could they?)
It was just that he didn't know she was supposed to.
So maybe he shouldn't have been surprised (oh, what was he talking about? He was three. Only three. Of course he'd been surprised. When you were three, your parents were immortal. There was no life without them, until they were actually gone.) It had been such a normal day. Weren't these things supposed to happen on stormy nights, or days when the moon passed over the sun and plunged the world into darkness? Not on bright summer days when the grass was green and the sky was blue and there were no clouds in sigh
Todd Chapter 4The clearing in the Tanglethorns was now full of creatures, seated together beneath the thick brambles. Both the thicket and the formation of the ravine, along with the dark of late evening, shielded the rebels from unfriendly eyes.
Rangfar Longtrekker sat before them all, on a boulder so he could be seen, and toyed with a smooth black river pebble in his paws. At the front to his right sat Mitz, bright-eyed and eager as she looked up admiringly at her father. As the beast who had evaded Malobanth's clutches and organized the first slave escape from the fort, the others looked to the vagrant fox as their de facto leader. Tall, strong, and never without a sword at his side, it was said that Rangfar could inspire courage with a single glance.
Holly sat by Mitz, waiting patiently for the meeting to begin. Beasts around her were murmuring amongst themselves, sharing news or asking after lost family members or acquaintances. They were of all kinds; here a rangy ferret passed on the location
TributeAs he had done for seasons innumerable, he walked the halls of the old abbey. He was passing the row of dormitory doorways, and yet he was in the dormitories, and in the kitchens, in the belltower, the gatehouse, the cellars, in every room, every corner, and every nook and cranny. He was everywhere, and yet here he was, stepping reverently over ancient stones, past the Great Hall. Few passed him; none saw him.
He was everywhere and nowhere. He was one creature, lingering forever in the home he had helped to make, and yet he was within each and every creature who had ever set paw in the Abbey, and many who hadn't. He would remain there forever, until there were no more brave souls to guide, no more Redwall to watch over. For the time would come, he knew, when the Abbey would be no more. The time would come when the sandstone walls had vanished from the woodlands known as Mossflower, when only memories remained of Redwall and its Warrior spirit.
Martin sighed, casting a glance at his tap
Todd: Chapter 3Chapter 3: Eventide
The door to Malobanth's personal chambers was closed and locked.
Two silent guards stood on either side of it, long past the point of exchanging useless annoyed glances. Their relief had failed to arrive, and the long twelve hours of duty were taking their toll. The rat on the left side of the door slouched ever so slightly, while the otter on the right dozed lightly on his footpaws.
There came the sound of pawsteps from further down the hallway, and the rat coughed loudly to alert his partner. Both creatures swiftly came to attention as Joel Marek rounded the corner.
As pine martens went, Cain's right-paw was an impressive creature. He was tall, with a sinewy build, and he carried himself as confidently as any high officer should. As Malobanth was never one to hand out promotions and titles lightly, he had seen his share of battles; a scar ran from his forehead above his left eye, down his cheek, and to his jaw. The eye was gone.
Then again, so was the creat
Boredom and Plotbunnies -edit-The Otherworld
A world governed by magic, the Otherworld is the home of ancient creatures and beings thought to have never existed. Once, long ago, Earth and the Otherworld were one. When humanity began to threaten the fragile laws of magic, the Otherworld was separated from it forever, leaving only the Remnants to watch over the abandoned race.
The Gates are the invisible doorways leading from Earth to the Otherworld. They are tended to and guarded by the Gatekeepers, though only Spirits, Hounds, and the most powerful of Gatekeepers may open them.
They are what is left of the Otherworld on Earth. They are not a dying race, however; there are more of them than even the most sensitive humans realize.
Immortal, powerful beings, they are the source of what magic is left on Earth. Though not official rulers, the other Remnants look to Spirits for guidance. Spirits normally take the forms of animals, and often extend their influence to
Todd: Chapter 2Chapter 2: The Fox's Tale
Todd awoke, feeling refreshed. His injuries did not pain him as much as they had before, and the bed beneath him was soft and comfortable.
"Oh, hello," an unfamiliar voice greeted him. "Holly's out foraging, and Woodbine's taking a nap. They told me all about you, Master Todd."
The squirrel turned his head to see a young gray fox seated in a chair by the unlit hearth. She was looking up from a book in her lap, smiling cheerfully. "Uh, h-hello," Todd replied. "Sorry, who're you?"
"Mitz Longtrekker, wandering vixen and elder kit of Rangfar Longtrekker. Perhaps you've heard of me." At the squirrel's blank look, she chuckled. "Only jokin', mate, I wouldn't know me from a slapdash squirrel, if you'll pardon my turn of phrase. Call me Mitz."
"Pleased to meet you," Todd said politely. "Are you a friend of Holly's?"
"Aye, mate," Mitz replied, closing her book. "I'm not the only one, either. Holly's got no shortage of friends, you'll find. So what brings you to
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