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As 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 tapestry. It, too, was old, though not as old as he, or as old as the hall it graced. It had seen almost as much hardship, and yet it was just as bright and radiant as it had been when it was first woven. He had watched the mice at work in those old times, guiding their paws over the threads, whispering secrets in their ears as they wove his tale into the beautiful cloth. As long as they remembered him and all he had stood for, he would never leave, and the tapestry would never leave.

He was everywhere, in the Great Hall, in the tapestry, and then the belltower, staring out over the vastness of the woods. The cool wind brushed the ancient bells, and for a moment he flew with the wind, stirring the hanging ropes, the treetops, and the fur and habits of young ones playing in the carefree manner with which young ones did everything, out in the midday sun on the soft sward.

He stopped.

He returned to the top of the belltower, his ancient gaze fixed upon the main gate and the lone figure that stood before it. No wall watchers or gatekeepers hailed the newcomer, but still it remained, silent and staring up at the walls and stones of Redwall.

He was everywhere, and suddenly he was at the gate, opening it in a way that, while the living could not pass through, others could. The Warrior spirit crossed the threshold, striding out strongly, purposefully, to meet this strange traveler.

The newcomer was like no creature Martin had ever seen, yet he was familiar, in a way even the Warrior spirit had difficulty explaining. He was familiar in the way Martin's grandfather had been familiar; a stranger he had never met, yet sharing a bond with him as strong as family.

Indeed, the newcomer looked upon Martin with an almost familial fondness. It was the look of a father who had never met his son, yet had watched him grow, and was finally meeting him for the first time.

It was nothing short of love.

Mystified, Martin stepped forward. "Who are you?"

The newcomer's face creased into a smile at the Warrior's query. "I think you know the answer to that."

Confusion clouded the spirit's mind. He was fairly sure he didn't know; after all, if he did, he would not have asked.

And yet…

All of a sudden, recognition dawned on Martin the Warrior, the way a bright ray of morning sun seeps over the hilltops in the early hours of the day. The Warrior beamed, clasping the newcomer's strange, spidery paw warmly. "Yes," he said simply. "I suppose I do." He felt tears well up, and a great joy swell within him. It was as though somewhere, somewhere far, far away, many were mourning the creature that stood before him.

There is no need, the Warrior thought with a quiet smile. It is not the end. It never is.

"We have been waiting for you," Martin told the newcomer. "I don't know how long."

The newcomer's kindly smile only widened. "So have I," he replied.

Then, turning, they walked side by side through the open gate. And all at once, they were everywhere and nowhere, walking the ancient halls of the Abbey, whispering in the minds and hearts of the young souls who followed them. They were two creatures, lingering forever in the home they had created, yet they were within each and every creature who had ever set paw in the Abbey, and many who hadn't

There would come a day when Mossflower Country was no more, and Redwall, Martin the Warrior, and Brian Jacques were no more than memories locked in the minds and hearts of the souls who would follow them. But that day would not come yet, not for a long, long time.

And even then, when only memories remain, are they truly gone?
Rest in peace, Brian Jacques. I can't thank you enough for making my childhood, adolescence, and teenage years just that much brighter. Consider this my parting gift to you, and I only hope it does you justice.

We, as young writers, promise to carry on the torch.


I'm not tearing up, it's just a midge in my eye. I'll get it out later.

Redwall (c) Brian Jacques. Who else?
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IglooLife Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist…#

Help the world get brain back by signing this petition against the death of Brian griffin

burtonfan422 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2013
J.K. Rowling once said that the stories we love do live in us forever. So it is with Redwall, even with it's greatest recorder gone, the Abbey will always be there for us with an open gate.
gh22 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2012
A fitting send off for a great man.

You will be missed Brian RIP :iconsaluteplz:
Irukapooka Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2011
This is beautiful and it made me tear up. Such a lovely piece. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.
Rawnblade23 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I have to say thank you for writing this, it is the most beautiful tribute I have ever seen to this wonderful man. I will admit, this was so beautiful that it made me cry. And even after I read it ten times, it still makes me cry. I hope that Brian Jacques rests in peace, for his works have touched the hearts and minds of millions, and he has changed my life forever. Rest easy old friend, rest easy.

Again thank you for the beautiful tribute av-marten, I'm sure Brian is smiling down on you for such a touching piece.
Sara-Darkotter Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2011
I promise to carry the torch faithfully and always, to write something people will love and escape to, to write until they nail my coffin shut and bury it, to inspire and help others, to enjoy what I write, to describe the feasts, the victories, the losses, the mourners, the celebrators, all those in my sight. I promise to dedicate my first published book to you, and to never forsake you or your series. This, I promise, until the end of time.

You wrote a beautiful story. I must finish my tribute. *Has been crying too hard since his death to do so*
katiescarlet Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You made me cry. This is a gorgeous tribute to an amazing writer.
PTDaHood Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2011   Writer
Timelessness and nostalgia. What can I say. It's...beautiful. And...well, I think I'll continue mourning now...
theWriterMAB Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2011  Student Writer
[starts bawling]
Thank-you for writing such a tribute. I don't think I could have done such justice as you did. I wrote a journal entry regarding him write something too. He too was my hero.

Trying to not cry is hard, especially when it was my 19th birthday that he passed away.

Brian Jacques, may you never fade.
We, the younglings, will carry the torch in hopes of touching others with our stories as yours did.
If it wasn't for your stories, I don't think mychildhood would have been as happy as it was like for many others you've touched through your stories.

Thank-you for everything and rest in peace.
[starts crying again while rereading the tribute]
Inkweaver22 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2011
*sobs forever*
maxvision92 Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
That's beautiful. I listened to the Force Theme from Star Wars while reading this, it was almost perfect.
Patchy253 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011
I heard the news yesterday, but I'm still reeling a bit. Thank you for writing this, so much of it is true. Even though he may be gone from the earth he left behind, Mr. Jacques' work will live on in the hearts, minds and souls of every person that reads his stories. Although those of us still here grieve for him, I can only imagine the beauty he must be surrounded by now. I can only pray for him and his family, and imagine that Redwall must be just as stunning in heaven as it does in our imaginations.

Thank you, Brian Jacques, for the worlds and memories you have created and let us be apart of. And I thank the Lord, for giving us such a wonderful and inspirig person. His works changed my life, and I will never forget him.
ThaliaDemuse Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011
This is such a lovely tribute to him. Thank you for writing it.

I only found out this morning and I still haven't quite recovered, but this gives me a a sort of calmness. It's what he would have wanted. :hug:
Lycaenion-Scribbles Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011
This is wonderful. It's the best way to remember him, and I have the feeling he would have loved the thought. I feel just that little bit more at peace, having read this, and part of me wishes all my old Redwall paperbacks weren't back at my house.

Thanks for posting this. I don't think there's a better way it could have been said.
Dragonuv3 Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
This...words can't describe how beautiful this is.
Malefic-Malafor Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011
That was beautiful. :) An excellent tribute to an excellent author, without a doubt! Farewell, Mr. Jacques; you will be sorely missed.
DawnroseofRedwall Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
This is.......I have no worlds to describe it.....I think this is pure beauty.......:nod: Yes...That is the right worlds...Thank you,my friend.And as Martin the Warrior said himself:"Who says that I'm dead,knows nought at all".........
cassie5squared Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
*sniffles and rummages for tissues* I'm not ashamed to say I'm tearing up reading this. :happycry: That's a wonderful and moving tribute to a great author.

Thanks for writing and sharing it.
av-marten Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
I'm not ashamed to say I've been tearing up at people's reactions. I wrote this to make myself feel better, really, and I'm glad that all my fellow Redwall fans enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Chelonianmobile Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Beautiful. I can't think of much else to say, but I guess in this situation there isn't a lot to say.
Neshomeh Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Spotlessly beautiful.
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Kelaiah Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
:tears: Beautiful, matey. Beautiful. :):tears::):tears::):tears::iconfurryhugplz::iconfurryhuggleplz::iconfurrycuddleplz::iconfurryhugplz::iconfurryhuggleplz::iconfurrycuddleplz::iconfurryhugplz::iconfurryhuggleplz::iconfurrycuddleplz:

And true, Redwall will live on in the hearts of those who loved it. :):):) And it will also live on in fanfiction. ;):giggle::icondragonkekeplz:
av-marten Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
I was waxing philosophical with this thing. I swear.
Kelaiah Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
:giggle: Heeheehee...
Zs99 Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Beautiful Av, simply beautiful.
av-marten Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2011
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