Two Swords Intertwined

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==Section heading==
== Book 1 the rat ==
Daughter two 
An unlikely pair
Run away Run away
leave my abby of warmth 
find two swords of light and hope 
Blossoming blade, daughter blade 
Run away Run away 
for the past shall Repeat itself that very day
== Prologue ==
Let me tell you of a great adventure. It is filled with sorrow, laughter and songs. It is of the past and present. Good and evil, Love, sacrifices, unlikely friendships and so much more. But I am getting ahead of myself. This tail tells of a time when we thought mossflower was at peace at last. but we were wrong when A long overdue threat arrives the most unlikely pair went off one night for three seasons. We had all thought they we’re dead. And in redwalls most darkest time came the unlikely hope that we all prayed for. when the abby was nearly conquered at last. It's been what one season since then. 
But look at me rambling on. Any how, the Abby has been doing fantastic ever since the war ended. I have taken over as recorder. Our original recorder has stepped down. Most of the adventure I was not part of. but from many different types of sources I managed to write this fantastic tail. Oh, did I forget to mention that our original recorder is now Abby warrior, well part of the time anyway. She is a fantastic sword wielder just like her father and just like her mother at times bossy. She’s not only good with a blade but she’s also good with healing surprisingly. That is something rare in my opinion. 
How in seasons did my daughter end up married to a warrior is still Beyond me, but I excepted it. Personally I still hold a bit of a grudge, oh well if she’s happy then I’m happy. Now we’re was I oh, yes. i'd like to thank everybeast who helped me complete this story. It was known as the seasons of the two swords. An interesting title I assure you. I must be going for I can hear our two bells ringing in the late evening. I will leave you to read on. 
Snowtail recorder of redwall abby in mossflower woods 
== Book 1 The rat Chapter 1 The maiden ==
Autumn had made its presence known in Mossflower. The golden warm sun began to rise in the east, it cast its warmth across the Woodlands. The trees were beginning to shed their leaves. The ground was carpeted with an assortment of gold, brown, russet red and Orange leaves. A robin twittered it’s melodious song, up high in a tree. The bird preened it’s red feathers with its beak before flying into the chilly, morning air.
The peace and quiet was interrupted by a creature crashing through the Woodlands. It’s clothing, which was a short light blue, long sleeved dark blue traveling dress. It was tattered and caked with blood. Her headfur, dress and face were stained with her own blood and that of her enemies. Her paws still had on silver metal bracelets. Connected to the bands was a long thick chain. This was a bitter reminder of what she had gone through during the past 14 sunrises. 
Her back which was riddled with whip marks Stung with pain. Her chest burned it begged for rest. but the creature would not, could not stop. Two things drove the creature to keep on running. One was the two score vermin that were chasing after her. The other was one Word repeating itself in her mind like a sweet but dangerous melody, revenge. That one word rang in her mind over and over until she began to sing her lips barely moving as she sang her song.
Blade of night
Blade of fire light
One song, one song it shall sing
Blade of night
Blade of fire light
Beware, beware my vengeful blade
Blade of night
Blade of fire light
My dagger, my sword
It sings of endless wars
Blade of night
Blade of fire light
My blade will strike upon this day
Blade of night
Blade of fire light
The creature ran until she came upon a path. A river crossed through the path. On the other side it looked more used, while the other side looked less used. without even thinking she began to cross the stream. Her chain nearly dragging her under the slightly cold water. She was making good progress until three pikes attacked her. They tugged at her dress, until at last she was pulled under. The creature kicked and squirmed trying to get away from the three savage fish. One of them bit into her shoulder. The teeth dug into her flesh like sharp knives. The rat barely suppressed a scream, thinking quickly she used her chain to hit the pike over the head. Once, twice, Thrice soon the fish disoriented and dispirited let go and swam off. She repeated the process with the two other pike. They to swam away leaving the creature alone. 
Quickly the creature swam towards the surface. She broke through and taking in deep breaths of air she calmed down slightly. She swam the rest of the way fighting against her heavy chain and the current. At last she reached the dusty path. She staggered for a few minutes each step even more painful than the last. Not able to take another step. the creatures legs shook and buckled beneath her. Slowly she fell on her knees and crumbled to the ground. Before unconsciousness claimed her, she reached up and pulled out a little dagger with a black hilt and violet pommel stone. The dagger was connected to a golden chain which was around her neck. she cluched the sheathed weapon close to her chest. Before her world went black.
== Chapter 2 The savage rescuer ==
Two Brown squirrels walked through mossflower. The first squirrel was a Stout, short beast with a basket hilted Claremore at his side. He had on a green tunic with a belt around his waist. On his head was a cap with a few eagle feathers on it. The cap was set at a jaunty angle on his head. His companion was a head taller than him. He was a tall well built sinewy beast. He had on a red tunic with a sword belt across his chest. it ran from his right shoulder to his left side. The sword that was across his back was a splendid looking weapon. It’s only adornment was a red pommelstone, connected to it was a hilt wrapped in slightly worn, black leather. As for the blade none could match its strength. The blade was double edged the Point as keen as a mountain peak in mid winter. It reflected the early morning light in its silvery embrace. The Squirrel was indeed a worthy creature to be wielding such a weapon.
Rakkety tam Macburl and wild Duggy plum walked at a leisurely pace. The two warrior squirrels were in no real hurry, Mossflower was no longer in war. 
Tam Breathed in the crisp autumn air. “ it’s a good day t, be alive, eh Duggy.
Duggy nodded in agreement. “Aye, tis a good day t, do a wee, bit of sword play with my Claremore.”
Tam glared at his companion with mock anger. “Don’t you mean my Claymore, Duggy.”
The Highlander squirrel gave his friend a sideways glance. “Oh ye, great border beastie ye, have that bonnie blade Cut through, mah Old Claremore in two, eh.”
Tam relented and pulled out his sword, Duggy doing likewise. The two squirrels began their staged fight. As the two fought they, gradually went further and further away from redwall Abby, there home. The day progressed into noontide. As the two warriors reached the river moss. the fighting which was getting fiercer by the second came to an abrupt halt. As Duggy was about to swing his blade he stepped on somebeast. The somebeast in question was the creature from earlier. Half conscious the creature struck out with her claws. Duggy managed to leave back just in time. 
The two squirrels looked down and saw that it was a gray rat with long dark gray headfur. Blood was splattered all over her body and clothing. Tam looked at the creature more closely her paws were bound in chains. Before either of the squirrels could do anything the rat set up. The rat maiden spoke as if in a trance. Her eyes still closed 
“ leave, quickly this is not your fight. they come for me not you… leave.“
Duggy and tam looked at each other confused. The two warriors look down at the rat maiden. Without a second thought tam nelt down at eye level, the sword still drawn but not pointed at the young creature. 
“who did this t, ye, lass?” He asked looking down at the chain.
Slowly the rat opened her oddly colored eyes. Tam saw that the young maidens eyes were a piercing dark violet color. She looked down at her bound wrists and spoke in a light soft voice. 
“The creature who did this to me, he wanted me in these specific chains.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “ Iron, it harms… certain creatures, like me. Slowly the iron dreams away what life they have. if kept on long enough, the iron kills them instantly.“
Tams face was expressionless as he spoke decisively. “ right, I’m getting rid of these chains.”
Her nose twitched and a doubtful look crossed over her face. “How are you going to do that exactly. Even if you do succeed I will have to warn you about one tiny thing…“
She didn’t get much further because at that moment Tam brought down the sword of Martin onto her chains. Once, that one simple act was done, a swirl of light surrounded the now smiling rat. Duggy and tam shielded there eyes with their paws. When they looked again at the strange rat, they saw that she changed somewhat. Gone was the somber expression, it was replaced with a joyful one. Her head now had small curved black horns and even larger black horn bird like wings. 
She looked at the two dumbfounded squirrels n front of her. “I tried to tell you that it was a tiny thing.”
Duggy was the first one to react. “that ain’t, no wee, little thing lass.” 
Before anymore banter could be exchanged an arrow whizzed through the air, barely missing the rats paw by an inch. The three creatures turned around to see to score vermin on the other side of the bank. A large black fox, a scimitar in one paw and a captive elderly female mouse with tattered dark blue silk robes in the other grinned evilly. 
“Give yerself up trader or this une dies!” The fox shouted to the rat
In response to this threat the rat laughed bitterly. “Ha, you fool you have captured a guardian of moonlight.” Her voice now sounded bitter. “If you dare lay a paw on her you’ll pay dearly.“ 
The fox didn’t listen with a quick swipe he plunged his weapon into the old mouses chest. But unlike normal creatures this creature did not crumble and fall. Instead she smiled and spoke out a rhyme. As she faded away leaving the fox to stare at his own weapon buried in his own chest. 
In darkest time
When darkness threatens all
Two Will stand to Challenge one and all
Daughter two an unlikely pair
Daughter blade, blossoming blade
Elements four thou must seek
In Spring a Warriors love did die 
A mountain of summer sand do worthy parish
In autumn darkness five will make right
Winter wars ye, will fight
Where shadows from a blades past do repeat
Blades of two, you shall redeem
All who Corey with thy might
For the honor of faynorea Moonblade is yours t, command
Then It was still nothing could be heard but the river gently flowing by. The breeze whistled the tops of the trees. Silence, an ear deafening silence, then it was broken by an unearthly, mournful scream. 
“Mooonliiiiight!!”
Before Tam or duggy could react. The rat flew into the air her large wings flapping madly. Swooping down she hit her enemy’s with her wings sending them flying in different directions. Some flew into tree trunks, where they died on impact. some flew through the air hitting the ground with a loud thawed, while others hit the stream with such force that, like there companions they died on impact. drawing out her dagger the rat parried her enemies weapons, leaving her blade and paws stained with even more blood. At one point the rat sank her teeth into a weasels neck, she didn’t let go until he went limp. Then when she put pay to the last vermin. She turned around and flew back towards the two warrior squirrels who looked bewildered.
Duggy shook his head and rubbed his eyes trying to calm his racing mind. “Lassy ye,ain’t look so good.”
The highlander squirrel was right, the rat was bleeding from old and new wounds that she had received during the fight. One of her wings was hanging at an unnatural angle. A broken arrow shaft visible where the wing connected to the back. Her eyes were a light pink color slowly they turned back to their normal dark Violet. Her muzzle was stained with blood, she reached up and felt the sticky wetness. She pulled her paw away and stared for a long moment, then she slowly crumpled to the ground. Her cloudy exhausted gaze was solely fixed on Tam. Then she closed her eyes, still holding her bloody dagger tightly in her paw. 
tam still slightly shaken by the rats fearsome attack nodded quickly. “ Doogy we have t, get her back to the Abbey, now.“
Duggy did not complain the rat looked in even worse condition than she was earlier. Swiftly the two made a makeshift stretcher. They placed the now unconscious rat on it. As fast as they could without jostling The stretcher Tam and duggy went back to redwall Abby.
== Chapter 3 of four brigadiers and two villains ==
In mossflower about a seasons march away from redwall a large band of creatures we’re camped in a large clearing. In total there were 50 otters, mice, squirrels and raccoons. In Total 200 creatures had survived the fearsome attack that was placed upon them the past summer. in the center stood three creatures around a small campfire. 
A red furred squirrel made with dark emerald green eyes, paced back-and-forth in front of her two companions. This was the brigadier of all moonlight squirrels, or better known to all her friends as Vicky. The squirrels dark green long sleeved traveling dress made a soft swishing sound as she walked back and forth. A glimmer of fury in her eyes.
“ When I get my paws on that raccoon he’ll pay dearly. See if I don’t chop off his tail with my sword.” She said gesturing at the double edge blade with a basket hilt and golden carving of a maple leaf on the cross beams.
”I’ll chuck it into next season. see if I don’t you two, see if I don’t.”
A White mouse with dark brown eyes, a dark purple tunic with a sword belt around his waist. He looked at the fearsome squirrel in front of him. He was calm, yet his eyes showed a never dying merriment. Strapped to his back were two,one edged blades. Both pad black leather handles, the only thing that set them apart was that one had a Ruby for a pommel stone well the other had a sapphire pommel stone. This was the cheery yet just as fearsome fighter as his companions brigadier gads or better known to the mice of moonlight as the brigadier of mice.
Rolling his eyes skyward as if seeking help he spoke. “Come down Vicky he’s probably spying on the vermin camp again. so sit down and have a bit of pie. I made it myself and don’t complain about it having a few nuts… or onions for that matter.“
Opal, a chocolate furred otter with a black streak running from her nose to her rudder rolled her yellow eyes. Like the others she was the brigadier of all moonlight otters. Currently she was wearing a creamy white long sleeve tunic with a light blue sleeveless Chainmaile tunic. Her only weapon besides her sling and a bag of pebbles was a three pointed trident. 
The otter maid set down, gabs doing likewise. The two of them took a slice of homemade pie. Opal wrinkled her nose slightly at the taste of wild onion mixed in with berries and a few nuts
She swallowed before speaking. “Gabs your cooking is something to be left desired.“
“I know, I know Cotton tail was a much more better cook even though he was a hair.“
Vicky sat down still frowning she to, took a slice of pie and swallowed. “ well, then wherever that raccoon is, i just hope he doesn’t get killed spying on the enemy.“
The others nodded in silent agreement.
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Brigadier, jinstar Oscar ring tail looked out at the Vermin camp from the safety of a tree high above. The raccoon was wearing traditional jinstar clothing. He was wearing dark blue silk robes with a midnight blue keep that framed his figure like a shadow. Around the raccoons waste was a sword belt, thrust inside of it was a blade. It was long, double edged and light. The hilt was black with little crystal fragments covering it, the pommel stone was small and Silver. He watched the scene bello him with narrowed blue eyes.
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A large, muscular rat with blood red eyes look down at the fox before him. The fox was the only survivor of the escaped slave rats fearsome and gruesome attack. The rat was covered from head to footpaw in dried blood. Appropriately his name was blood fur he stood a head taller than any of the other vermin in the clearing. Right beside the rat was a scrawny, snaggletooth, white wildcat with golden yellow eyes. He was named white bone. White bone was not the only cat in vermin armie. In fact half of their forces were Wildcats. In total there were 900 wildcats and the remaining vermin were foxes, weasels, rats, erman, stoats and pine martin’s. the rest of these number up to around 400. In truth White bone and blood furs army consisted of a shocking 1,300 evil creatures.
Blood furs voice was raspy and low as he spoke. “Ya, mean ta tell me that, that accursed legend blood, killed two score of our creatures single pawed. While two squirrels who looked like warriors watched from the other side of this bank that ya, spoke of earlier.”
The fox nodded his head vigorously before replying in a meek fearful voice. “I… I … saw th … the squirrel h… his sword i… it cut thr… through the chains a… as if it we… were no… nothing sire.”
Blood furs face was expressionless as he nodded to white bone. Swiftly the white cat sank his teeth into the foxes neck and eight it’s flesh. Licking up the remaining bits of blood around his mouth he nodded approvingly.
“Ach, ‘tis Long season since I tested Fox.“ He said in a silky smooth voice
Blood fur turned away from White bone and addressed the army of vermin and Wildcats. “Before the end of autumn we will arrive at redwall and conquer it. Are ya, with us or are ya against us! He showed it to the assembled creatures.
The Vermin and cats drew out their axes, pikes, spears, daggers, clubs, war hammers, maces, swords, cutlasses, javelins and arrows. They let out a thunderous roar. 
“KILL ALL OF REDWAL, KILL ALL OF REDWALL!! DESTROY THE LEGEND BLOODS AND THE NEXT QUEENS OF MOONLIGHT!!”
The shouting was so deafening that Oscar had to cover his ears. But he could still hear the shouting all to clearly. Oscar turned away from the camp. As agile as any squirrel and as sly as any fox. The raccoon brigadier ran through the treetops back to his camp. It was nightfall when at last Oscar reached the safety of his own camp.
He ran up to the three worried creatures in the center of the clearing. Before Vicky could shout out any insults or curses for that matter. Opal stepped on her bushy tail and spoke for her friend. 
“Oscar where have y, been we had a feeling ye were spying on the vermin Maddie. What do you have to report.“ She asked impatiently gripping her Trident a little more tighter.
After taking a sip of fresh stream water that gabs had handed him. Oscar explained in brief detail of what he had seen.
Vicky who was rubbing her bruised tail and dignity looked up sharply. “Hold on, hold on did blood fur say that a rat slave took down two score vermin single pawed?” 
Oscar nodded confirming of what they were all thinking. “Not only that but they’re planning to attack redwall Abby. I don’t know where it is from here. I only ever heard about it.“ 
Vicky smirked “but I know where it is from here. We’re right, now currently, north, right.“
The others looked at each other and nodded. Vicky's smirk of Triumph only grew bigger as she spoke.
“Well then we have to travel straight on south before winter. The Abby May have survived the seasons of the savage but they won’t survive without us. We know our enemies number but the abby doesn’t. Ifn we don’t get there first before the vermin do, well to put it bluntly all will be lost. Now who’s with me.“ She said drawing out her sword and placing it in front of her. 
“ Aye, I’m with you.” gaps replied drawn out one of his two swords and Pleasing it on top of Vicky’s weapon. 
Oscar and opal placed their own weapons on top of their friends weapons. A glimmer of determination and readiness shined in all of there eyes. 
“Let’s do this” said opal a grin on her face. 
Oscar agreed “ May Martin the warrior, luken the laughter, old Lord Brocktree, Captain atlantica, Queen destiny, Greece, The four brigadiers of old and melesika be with us all.” 
With that said all four of them gathered up there creatures and began the long one season march to redwall. The Vermin armie that was a days away from The four brigadiers camp did likewise. The race to reach redwall had begun.
== Chapter 4 A stranger’s tale ==
The autumn sun began its golden dissent upon redwall. Skipper, sister Armel and Melanda watched the golden ball of light descend in the east. It was peaceful and quiet crickets chirped in the tall grasses of the flatlands. A nightingale's song could be heard in the distance. The peace was interrupted by a creature banging frantically on the main gate. 
Skipper look down “who, goes there are ye, friend or foe.”
A Familiar voice answered the otter. “Ahoi, skip we have an injured beast who needs immediate attention, now!”
Skipper looked down to see Tam and Duggy A stretcher bearing a creature in between them. The otter turned to the two squirrel maids but they were already halfway down the wall steps. Soon the two squirrels were opening up the gate when skipper came up behind them. 
“It sounds as if this creature is seriously wounded.” Commented the otter 
As soon as the gates were opened a crack. The two warrior squirrels rushed in not bothering with any greetings. Their faces were grim. Tam turned to his daughter, Melanda. 
“Melanda can you find the abbot, sister Screve and can ye, ask fryer glizom t, make something warm for this youngin.”
The Young squirrel made was surprised at her father's urgent tone but she quickly went to do her fathers bidding.
As they walked towards the Abby The stretcher jostled a bit and the creature granted in pain. Armel took one glance at the creatures state and immediately ran headlong towards the infirmary. She didn’t even acknowledge that it was a rat with wings, but skipper did. 
“Mates y, do realize that ye’re helping a rat.” He said walking right beside Duggy.
Duggy didn’t stop walking as he answered. “Ach, ye, great plank rudder this wee, lass just saved us from possible bloodshed. Ach, why am I bothering ye, I’ll let thee, Lassy explain.”
Tam agreed “Aye, you wouldn’t even believe half of the story even if we told ye, right now.” 
Soon they reached the infirmary. Abbot Humble, screve and Melanda we’re already there. They placed the rat on a clean bed. Not bothering to shove out the other occupants in the room. Armel went to work. At times she would ask a creature to fetch bandages or herbs. Soon the infirmary sister was just about done. She grabbed a small vile and held it above the rats face. All at once her eyes snapped open alarm and sheer terror written on her face.
The dagger still in her paw she flung the vile away from her and snarled “get away”
Startled the squirrel wife leaped back. Tam was about to place himself between the stranger and his wife. then the unthinkable happened. A calm, gentle yet firm voice spoke. But none in the room had spoken at all. A red armored creature appeared between the squirrel and the rat. It’s face was covered by a long red cloak hood.
“Hush, hush now little one. she’s only helping you, she ain't here t harm ye. Do ye, recognize my voice eh, little legend blood. calm down now let these creatures help you. just take in a deep breath all will be well in time. The four are still alive.”
The rat took in deep breaths of air. She looked up questioningly into the creatures odd eyes. “Why didn’t you warn us about the attack? why did you let our home be destroyed?”
Then he pulled down his hood. It was a brown squirrel with dark brown nearly black head fur. His eyes were a ghostly fiery yellow color. The squirrel shook his head and smirked. 
“It’s always Luken way didn’t you tell us this or Luken why didn’t y, do that, why didn’t ye, warn us. Ug, it’s a miracle that I haven’t gone mad watching over ye, moonlighterians.”
The squirrel cleared his throat “I ain’t come here t, Banti gossip with the lot of you. I just came t calm the Lassy down and to tell you this.” 
The Squirrel spoke only one line. Then he faded away as if never there. 
“From Luken t Tam from Tam t Luken and so it goes.”
Every beast stood there trying to comprehend what just happened. It was broken by the young rat coughing. 
ya “I’m… sorry it’s… just that… will the vile… placed over my face… it… triggered a bad memory. I didn’t mean t, harm her honest.”
Skipper huffed “I ain’t buying it rat.”
In response to this the rat smacked her head with one of her bandaged paws. She flinched then put her paw back down on her lap. 
“You know I have a name, right. actually many different types of names. let’s see my fellow villagers would call me devilfox, murderer, freak and disgrace to this entire village.”
She stopped talking and looked up at the creatures in the room. “I know you may never trust me because… well I am a rat. But I did save your Abby from possible bloodshed.” 
She grumbled something under her breath before continuing. “well I might as well tell you my name at least. Y, lot deserve that much“ 
Armel walked over to the other side of the bed and touched the young creatures shorter gingerly. “Do you mind if I take a look at your wing?“
She looked at the infirmary sister for a moment. “I am surprised that you're still taking care of me even after I lashed out.“
Armel examined the splint that held the wing together as she answered. “Well woodlander or not I help any creature in need whether they be good or bad.”
A flickr of recognition and shock crossed the young rats face before she replied. “Well that sounds like something an old friend once said to me. Oh imeant to tell you my name forgive me. My name is, storm.”
Humble smiled “well storm welcome to redwall. Oh forgive me I’m the father Abbot that’s skipper, Armel, screve and Melanda. You already met Tam and Duggy of course.” 
“More like killed two score vermin right in front of them and not actually meeting them… as y, put it father.“. She said a bit awkwardly
Tam smiled trying to stifle a chuckle “you know she has a point there father.“
Melanda ever the curious young squirrel stepped forward and asked a question that surprised even their new guest. “Do you mind if you would tell us about how you came here.“
A ghost of a smile played upon the young rats lips. “It ain’t something I’d like to talk about but I suppose I might as well get it over with and tell you. Mind you it’s a long, long story. it might as well take half the night.“ 
She said looking out at the dark sky studded with little twinkling stars. The Crescent moon lit up the Abby in its silvery embrace.
Humble Sat down on a stool right next to the bed. The old hedgehog smiled. “Well us Redwallers love a good long storie.”
she nodded to the father abbot. First I’m not telling my story until I get something to eat.”
Soon fryer glizom came in bearing a tray filled with enough food for every occupant in the room. Once every beast had their fair share of food they all sat in a semi circle around storms bed waiting for her to tell them her story. Melanda brought out a empty volume just made earlier that day. 
“Do you mind if I write down your story?” She asked
“I don’t mind besides it’s a story that should be heard.” Storm said
Stirring her tea with a little teaspoon storm looked thoughtful as if deciding where to begin. She took a sip of the herbal tea before beginning her eyes half closed as she spoke. Melanda began to write down all that she said. 
“Hmm, well moonlights history goes back in the mist of time long before even The time of Old Lord Broktree. I would say it all began with one of your great ancestors.” she said looking pointedly at tam. Mind you i nor any of our elders know much about luken. so I’m just placing what I can remember and adding some stuff in… So it might not be accurate.” 
She put her hands behind her head and began. “Well it all began something like this…”
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In winter a squirrel who was known to all at that time as Sage came to a part of mossflower that was not known to many outsiders. It was ruled over by a fearsome wildcat queen and her two children. After being placed in the dungeon for nearly an entire winter season Sage, Gwen and a young raccoon thief named Zan escaped the fortress. After a long while of recovering. The three of them along with a few other companions went off towards the Kingdom of faynorea. we’re sage would have his sword re-forged. Around mid summer they had reached the kingdom which was in the middle of a war. Gwen’s uncle the king of the dragons reforged sage, now called Lukens blade. It was said that a drop of the sun had landed near the entrance of the dragons kingdom. Once the drop touched the stone floor it turned into an odd Fiery translucent metal. That was not the only metal that fell at the entrance of the dragon kingdom. The following night two more drops fell down from the heavens this time they seem to fall from the moon. The two medals were retrieved and they gave off in Erie light blue glow similar to the previous fallen metal. 
Upon their journey to the Kingdom Luken had reunited with his sister, destiny and her friend grace. King thunder along with some help from king bran, King of faynorea helped forge all three swords. The phoenix sword and the moon blades. Destiny and grace placed a spell upon the two blades. only those who are worthy of wielding the two blades would be their successors. Unless if one of the wielders or both for that matter we’re to be slain unjustly then the swords would disappear, until two who are worthy to avenge the previous owners of the blades. As for Luken he had a different approach to his swords protective spell. He sliced open his paw creating a crescent shaped cut. He said that only his direct blood descendants would be able to wield his sword. Those who weren’t part of his blood kin or who tried to use his sword for evil purposes would be burned. But only one of spirit and blood would be able to harness it’s true and full power. 
Before going into battle bran had bin making armor and dresses that were enchanted, for destiny and Grace. He stored them in to enchanted lockets. That were made from the exact metal from the moon. It would be easier for them to carry the armor and gowns. King brand died the following night leaving Luken to be the next king of faynorea. But first all of their friends Luken, grace and destiny went back to the death forest. where it was still being overruled by the wildcat king. 
They reached the death forest sooner than expected. After a few skirmishes they finally brought the final battle to the wildcat king. While his friends were dealing with the horde beasts. Luken went off to find his enemy. The two fot fiercely. But Luken and the wildcat king weren’t the only ones battling. destiny and the new wildcat queen were also engaged in paw to paw combat. Both of them had put to pay to the cats Who had ruled the death forest from so long. Luken was seriously injured and was close to dark forest but destiny was not as badly injured though she was far from safe. After a season of recovery Luken was well enough to help with the work of building a village where the castle wants stood. 
After finishing the village Luken and Gwen where married. As for Destiny and Grace they were crowned the two rulers of the newly found village which was called moonlight. For generation after generation the swords of moonlight chose their successors. And for many seasons Luken watched over his sisters village even after she was long gone. Around the time of lord brocktree Luken passed away peacefully in his sleep Gwen following not a few minutes afterwards. During Lukens life the villagers had made a tapestry in honor of him. Luken got attached to the tapestry. His Spirit watching over and guiding the villagers. through good and evil times. 
Seasons upon seasons went by and soon to know wielders were to be called. But unlike the previous times where Grace and destiny would appear to the wielders in their dreams. Luken decided to take on that duty himself. Luken didn’t have to look far to find his next wielder, which was a young rat by the name of Persephone. As for the other wielder Luken kept on searching for a little while until he came upon Redwall. Luken looked around the abbey his spirit wandering from creature to creature. seeing if any of them were worthy to wield his sisters sword. Then he saw her a young squirrel wife who just had a little daughter born into the world.
Martin the warrior appeared beside Luken as he watched the squirrelmom. Luken told him of what he was doing in redwall. The warrior mouse agreed to help. The squirrelmom’s name was Alayna dewdrop. The two warriors agreed that Alayna would be a worthy successor. After an entire season of having the same dream over and over again. Alayna had decided to follow her visions as she like to call them. On the final night before she was to leave. Martin the warrior and Luken appeared to her. They told her that if she were to stay at redwall then all inside would die. If she were to leave and never look back then every beast would be protected by Martin’s next successor and be safe. They told her that it was her choice and that she did not have to go if she did not want to.
She thought about this throughout the next day while taking care of her daughter who was named, Armel. At last when she placed her daughter to sleep for the last time. Alayna made her decision she would leave redwall and never in her life look back. That night she left redwall not looking back leaving her daughter and her husband behind. Alaynas and persephone’s rain was a good long one, or so they wished it to be. Persephone was known to be wise among the villagers and a fearsome fighter at the same time. As for Alayna she was known to be called The blood Thorn by her enemies. One day the two found their four companions who were brigadiers, leaders of the mice, squirrel, otters and raccoons in their village. They were brutally slain and eaten. During that time a wolverine was roaming the land of mossflower. they thought that it was that creature and they were right. 
later on the two leaders met up with a wild cat named white bone and a young rat named at that time as frederick but would later be known as blood fur. Before Persephone or Alayna could attack Frederick and white bone had killed them both. Just like destiny and Grace had wanted the two swords of moonlight were lost to the village never to be seen again. 
Seasons went by and four new brigadiers were chosen. Unknowingly to creatures were born at the same time and that they were destined to be the next queens of moonlight. But no beast New who they were.
Storms life was normal or as normal as it could be with the village children teasing her and taunting her. For being born a rat. Four times a villager tried to kill her and all four times they would fail. The brigadiers would always protect the young rat. They wanted to protect her and because they were sworn to. The four protect the village just as well as any queen. What they didn’t know was that there was already an evil in the village. Life went on as usual storm was known to be a wonderful singer and a pretty face among the villagers. although they never admitt this out loud. 
When storm was around 12 seasons old. her father along with a weasel and a raccoon who was band from the village for life. All three hand coaxed the good hearted rat out of her home a few minutes before midnight. they took her to an ancient stone in a clearing. All at once they held her down, muffling her cries of help. But two creatures did hear her cries her sister and the spirit of the death forest which still surrounded the village. Her sister had behind a tree and watched with horror as her father told his youngest daughter of what he had done to the previous queens moonlight. The banished raccoon and weasel held the young rats head up holding her firmly still. As her father poured the violet liquid that would blind her for the rest of her life. Just before the liquid touched her eyes a figure flew above her head silent as deaths shadow. 
It was a gray rat similar to her but instead of dark gray head fur like she, this rat had bluish white head fur and green cat-like eyes. Her head had small curved horns and horned bird like black wings. This was the spirit of the death Forest spirit herself she was ancient as time itself. Some creature said that she was even the daughter of death. Since she had lived for so long she wished to die and with that thought she transferred secretly her magic essence to the young rat. At the same time as the violet liquid touch her eyes forever blinding her. 
The poison had made her eyes turn a dark violet color while the forest spirit had given storm her powers. For, four Seasons the brigadiers help her cope with her blindness during the day. But unknown to any beast else except her. Two creatures were secretly training her the ways of the blade. Martin the warrior for that what he had told her himself. Had given the young rat an enchanted dagger that could be turned into a sword. not only that but it was able to let her see once again. The other spirit was none other than Luken. He taught her how to use her other sinces during battle weather she could see or not. 
Having a sword in her paw felt natural. Every evening she couldn’t wait to practice with her secret weapon. Then one night disaster struck. Blood fur had secretly followed storm to the sacred stone at the edge of the village. Before she could begin to practice blood fur head stepped out from the shadows. He drew out a cutlass and charged at the two spirits but they disappeared leaving him to stab the stone instead. By then the village was under siege. The four brigadiers along with any beast that was not staying behind to give them time to escape ran off into the forest. Storm ran back to her village to witness vermin and Wildcats burning, eating and killing all in their path. she witnessed her father and mother fighting. Her brother tried to pull her to safety but storm was frozen. She watched the life and death struggle of her parents. 
But that was a grave mistake on her behalf. She witnessed as her mother‘s weapon, a Staff broken in two. Then she saw, she saw as her father bit her mother's throat until she went limp. Her brother, Timothy dragged her off after witnessing the horrendous event. For many days she traveled with her older brother until one day they were split up by a few Vermin who were hunting for a any survivors. Timothy managed to escape but storm was not so lucky. For 14 sunrises she was put in chains and forced to go back to their camp . But she managed to escape to freedom upon the 14th sunrise. 
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“, … And well Tam and Duggy no the rest. now then I’m going to sleep.“ Storm declared flopping down on the plows and quickly dropped off to sleep.
Melanda finished writing the last part in the new volume and closed it. “Her story is so long I could barely keep up. There’s so much information here I’m going to take a look at it in the morning after a good nights sleep.“ She said stifling a yawn.
Tam agreed “ Aye, it’s been a long day for all of us let’s review this information in the, morning.” 
The others agreed with the Abbey champion. Quietly skipper, the abbot, screve and the Macburls Including Duggy went off to sleep.
== Chapter 5 of a dream and of guests ==
That night every beast was comfortably asleep except for one creature. Melanda Tossed and turned. 
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She could see an inky blackness engulfing all of her senses. Slowly a figure walk towards her, at first she couldn’t tell who it was. but then as the creature drew near. Melanda saw who it was. Martin the warrior walked towards her a soft smile on his face. 
She heard Martin’s voice in her head as he spoke out a poem
Four of light, two of darkness
When Rose of late does blossom 
In new life thou must leave
Travel with the violet dagger 
Elements four thou must seek
In Spring a Warriors love did dai
A mountain of summer sand do worthy parish
In autumn darkness five will make right
Winter wars ye, will fight
Where shadows from a blades past do repeat
Blades of two, you shall redeem
“Go now Melanda awaken your parents, go to the infirmary.”
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Melanda’s eyes flew open. She wasted no time in getting out of bed.The gray light of dawn shown through the window as she rushed out. Heart pounding she went straight towards her parents sleeping quarters. Not even bothering to knock on the door. She slammed it open hitting the wall in the process. Tam and armel were startled awake by their daughter slamming the door open. Without even bothering to explain herself. Melanda marched up to her parents' bed a determined look in her eyes. The two macburls looked at one another then back at their daughter. The two squirrels got out of bed and walked towards their daughter sleep still eminent in their eyes. 
Taking there still half asleep states into mind the young squirrel made grabbed both of her parents by their wrists and drag them towards the infirmary.
“Melanda what in seasons are you doing?” Tam asked now fully awake 
In response to this Melanda Just shrugged. “I think you should ask Martin.”
They had now reached the infirmary door. Releasing her hold on her parents wrists. Melanda slowly opened the door. Inside storm was standing in the middle of the room. She had on a simple dark blue tunic with a sword belt around her Waste. White gloves covered her bandage paws, a black cloak Framed her figure like a shadow. The black fabric also covered her wings. Her face flashed with pure hatred. Storms right paw held a sword that was around the size of Martin’s Blade. 
She didn’t look up as she greeted the macburls. “ good morning I heard you before you even came in here. don’t bother in having me go back into bed, I’m not going.“ 
The tone of her voice left the Macburls in no doubt that she wasn’t going to go back into her bed anytime soon. 
“What are you doing up so early?” Armel asked 
“Waiting “
The squirrel wife Pressed on with her interrogation “What exactly are you waiting for.”
The Response that armel received from storm was her raising up her sword she smiled grimly. Storm nodded to somebeast behind her. All at once a grappling hook appeared on the open window ledge.
“Ah, that will be him. Tam y, mind helping me with this.“ She said walking over and pulling on the rope that was connected to the metal hook. 
The warrior squirrel looked questioningly at the young rat but helped nonetheless. Soon a young white mouses head appeared on the windowsill.
“ finally, do the lot if you even know how hard getting up here was.” 
“Ouch, maxine that was my tail not the Rope.” The white mouse said after a moment. 
Storm glared at the Mouse “Timothy ye didn’t mention anything about bringing, company.”
The white mouse rolled has green eyes and climbed over the windowsill. “ And y, never mentioned anything about you meeting redwalls champion.”
Before storm could respond a young Golden, brown furred cat with chocolate brown stripes on her back popped her head over the windowsill. Her blue eyes flashed with amazement and annoyance. 
“And Sure, why not let the two siblings argue while the rest of us hang by a rope out here in the early morning day, eh.” 
Timothy turned to the cat “sorry about that Maxine.”
Maxine held out her paw and grumbled something under her breath. soon the cat was inside and still grumbling as she looked over the windowsill.
“Right then, marm Will be pulling up the road now so I suggest ye, Fly up now missy.”
Maxine turned her head to star at Tam. The young cat only came up to tams Chest. Tam could see her more clearly now. She had three paws and all of them were white. She had on a black velvet cloak with a small White conch shell around her neck. 
“do ya mind not killing me or the vixen below. Sure she’s helped us a lot “ maxine said backing up.
“Well you so far have done no harm t any beast here, why would I?” Tam asked 
Maxine sagged in relief. “Thank the fates, ya can get up here now!“
Timothy clamp a paw over the cat's mouth “shh, maxine don’t wake the entire Abby up not yet anyway.” 
By now armel and Melanda had walked over to the newcomers. They stood there observing the scene, before a gray vixen with emerald blue eyes, appeared out of a cloud of blue smoke. Involuntarily this mayed everybeast cough. 
Once they had stopped coughing they all turned to stare at the vixen. In her arms she held a bundle that was, a one season old badger babe. Clutching the foxes light blue robe was a 11 season old shrew who, shrink back at seeing the newcomers. 
Sister Armel looked at the fox in front of her. She wasn’t the least afraid or surprised at seeing a vixen with Woodlander children. 
“Who are you?” she asked
The gray fox smiled “my name is ivy and this is my adopted son Christopher.”
Tam took a quick glance at the badger in IVs paws. “If I may ask marm what’s the Youngins story?“ 
Ivy walked over to a nearby cot and placed the little bundle on it. This little ones mother was found dead in the Woodlands. But she didn’t die by any natural causes, accidents or vermin. all we could find were really just bones and fur …”
She shattered along with the other occupants in the room. All except Tam who was expressionless.
“it seemed as if she was eaten, or at least that’s what Max says.” She eyed Max with some distain.
Armel walked over towards the badger. She examined him from ears to tail tip. He had gray eyes, and a silver shaped thunderbolt on his white striped head. 
The sister nodded. “Well he has cot a, minor cold. but it's still a cold nun the less. I’ll have to keep him in here just to keep an eye on him.”
Timothy turned to tam “do ye mind Ifen we have a meeting?” he said in a flat voice
Tam Crossed his arms and nodded “what about?”
The white mouse shook his head saying “I won’t say anymore until the meeting.” The white mouse gave his sister an all to knowing look.
inwardly storm flinched. By know the sun had risen up over the treetops. Sounds of creatures getting up and starting the day were heard in the ones quiet infirmary.
== Chapter 6 the meeting ==
Later that day Skipper, the Abbet, Timothy, storm, most of the Macburls and Duggy were in Cavern hole. After eating a quick breakfast they began the meeting.
Duggy was the first one to speak. “So lad what did he, want to talk about?“
The White mouse stood up and cleared his throat. “Firstly I want to say this once and only once. There is an army led by our sick, twisted father. Along with a cunning wildcat. Their army consists of the usual vermin, but it also consists of wild cats and mostly Wildcats. He wants to come to redwall…“ 
“hold on a minute mate” skipper said “are you serious about this?” 
Timothy snorted oh please “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
Tam gave skipper a look. “Don’t interrupt mate let him finish.”
Timothy ran a paw through his messy White hair. “Anyway they want to come to redwall because they suspect that the next queen of moonlight is living among you in secret. I am assuming that storm has told you more or less of our tribes history and of the last queens of moonlight.”
The others nodded confirming his theory.
Timothy continued “well when I was a few seasons younger our brigadiers had been in our village for quite a while now. I couldn’t get to sleep one night. so I walked around the village until I stopped at one of their cottages. I pressed my ear against the wall and I heard them talking about their journeys. Anyway they said that they knew who the next queens of moonlight were. Luken, destiny and Grace had personally shown them who would be the next champions of the moon blades.”
Storm gapped at her older brother. “wait, you mean to tell all of us that a queen of moonlight is living here in this very Abby.”
The young mouse nodded.” Luken Destiny and grace told them in verse of coarse.”
Then he began to recite one of the poems
You shall find thy queen 
In plain sight
Upon the moonlight
Thy Queen is violet
With the dagger, sword
She is always sightless yet sight 
death and wrath of badger does she own
“That’s a difficult riddle did you ever solve it?” Melanda asked
Timothy smiled not looking at the squirrel made. Indeed I did miss the first queen of moonlight is …” He passed dramatically before continuing … It’s storm.“
Storm blinked then she blinked again. “You’re joking, right.”
“Does it look like I’m joking storm of course I’m not.” Timothy replied
“How do you know your sister is the next queen?“ Humble asked
Timothy crossed his arms. Simple storm is the only creature in our village who has violet eyes, has an enchanted dagger that can turn into a sword, has the power of The death forest Spirit and not to mention she has bloodwrath. It took me a while to solve the riddle of course but, when I saw … The … Chaos upon traveling to redwall. well it was plainly clear to see who was destined to wield the Moonblade.“ 
Storms jaw tightened she abruptly stood up and began to walk away. “No I’m not destined to be anything more than a killer Timothy. You saw firsthand what I did to those vermin. If I go into bloodwrath in this Abby all will die. I am leaving tomorrow there’s nothing y lot can do about it.” She said running off unshed tears forming in her eyes.
Timothy sat down rubbing his eyes. Melanda made as if to follow her, but the young mouse stopped her
“ don’t bother she is as stubborn as she is reckless.“ He said placing a paw on her shoulder 
The young squirrel recorder sat down as Timothy continued speaking.
“I’m gonna need some help with this second riddle. But before I do so I might as will have to tell you something. Before well the attack I was walking around our village and all of a sudden urge to go to our great Sanctum. It was so great that I couldn’t resist. If I only knew before hand what I was to witness, then I wouldn’t have gone at all.“
Unchecked tears were beginning to stream down Timothy‘s face. Humble clasped mouses Paw and nodded, he continued. The white mouses breath came out more quickly. Nonetheless he continued with his story.
“ I … I … I never thought… That she would stoop … So low. I have an older sister named Daisy… She’s my twin. Me and her were never that close and … We grew more distant when storm was born. When I walked inside the sanctum I saw that a certain room was opened. It … It was never meant for just any beast to enter and it was hidden away in secret. That door held too dangerous dark evil sorts. Their handles or as black as night and as for their blade it’s pure blood red. Those two identical twin blades were never ever meant to be wheeled by any beast.“
Not wanting to interrupt but still curious nonetheless Tam asked a question.” What’s so dangerous about these swords anyway.“
“These swords… Were made by two… Black mages. In the days of Luken to wild cats rule as king and queen in the death forest. During those days they made these two swords. It is said that whoever wheels these swords will be powerful enough to raise the dead.“ 
skipper raised a skeptical eyebrow raise the dead I don’t believe that, maybe.”
“Oh, !really well you’ll regret not believing in what I’m saying. Those swords may raise the dead but they will only raise evil spirits. The reason I’m telling you all of this is simple my sister went into that forbidden room. I don’t know how Daisy got in there but she did. She took the swords and ran to join our father. She is a bloody accursed traitor to this family.” The young mouse was no seating with rage 
“I have no doubt that my sister has given those two blades to our father and that wildcat. If white legend says it’s true then once the moon turns red upon the next autumn they will release all of Redwater past enemies back from the dead.” Timothy said in a flat voice 
Timothy waited letting all of this information sync in. The silence was interrupted by Melanda.
“Redwall had many enemies in the past from Martin … to my father.“
Timothy turned now taking a good look at the squirrel recorder. He nodded at Melanda. “That is where you come in daughter of Luken.”
“Me” Melanda said
“Her” every beast said in unison
Timothy roled his eyes. She is the mini times great granddaughter of Lucan. I saw it in her eyes.”
Humble spoke up just then. “But Melanda is just a simple recorder nothing more nothing less.“
Tam nodded in agreement “Aye, you’ll be right about that father. Me and duggy may have taught her the ways of the blade, but she has never killed any beast. let alone gone in t bloodwrath. I only ever gone into that state and that was 15 seasons ago.“ 
The white mouse shook his head once more. “ I don’t know why Luken spoke of Melanda as if she was a warrior. At least that’s who I assume Luken is talking about in the poem. It still doesn’t make any sense to me even less now that y shared this new information.”
“Well then lad why don’t ya tell us the poem.“ duggy said
Timothy nodded at the Highlander squirrel. He began to recite the poem and as he did Melanda seemed to go into a odd trance.
Piece of paw 
war of eyes
For who can tell were bravery lives
A warrior borne into these lands 
Mela,oh mela 
Where do you stand
Thou Stans in front of an army
Leading a war
Ever calm, ever brave, Evermore
Beware of the calling of a badgers wrath
Hidden from sight until the day comes
When vermin slavers come to seek one
Who’s left these red stones 
but she’ll come back with midnight of winter
when you know all is well 
Thou must leave in New life of rose of late 
Quest on, quest on
listen to the Warriors song
Heed his dreams, heed them well
One more thing I must tell
When badger of wrath does awaken in thee
One who is enemy yet is not
Shall set ye, free and leave
Every beast sat there trying to comprehend the lengthy and confusing poem. Each had their own thoughts. Melanda looked around she had heard the poem but there was also something else nagging at her mind.
“I need fresh air.“she mumbled before standing up and walking outside 
Tam not at ever beast present. “right then, we can solve this riddle later. first things first we need t post up some Wall guards.“
Skipper stood up “I’ll go get some of my Maties to go on the ramparts right now. ye can never be too careful.”
“I’ll help with any food or water supplies, tam.” Timothy said
“I’d appreciate that youngin.”
”I’ll ask Ferdemon to help you on the ramparts tam.“ Humble side standing up
“Thank ye father as for me and duggy will sharpen our blades. I’ll join you in the ramparts soon.“
With that said the meeting disbursed. 
== Chapter 7: Of leaving and the assassin ==
The next day
 It was still early morning when storm left the infirmary. She went downstairs into great hall where every beast was having breakfast. The young rat had shaken out of her despair the previous day. Storm was determined not to stay in this Abby for much longer. She sat down next to the macburls and began to pile her plate with little food as possible. 
A bit of white cheese, two apple slices and one strawberry scone. She also poured herself a quarter full of blueberry cordial. 
Storm poked at it. not really wanting to eat the delicious, smelling food, but she didn’t wanna be rude either.
After all they saved your life
Yeah, right after killing nearly 20 of my enemies in front of the Abbey warrior and nearly harming his own wife!
but you didn’t 
Storm side then she stuffed the white cheese in her mouth. It was not a big slice but still she did chew for quite a while. 
Melanda blinked she stared curiously at storm. She'd never seen any beast like her before. she was sarcastic, funny, stubborn, mildly happy and sad. Somehow through all that she had gone through during her Life. She still managed to crack out a joke or smile. Melanda wondered if she perhaps came here for a reason. Just like her father had all those seasons ago. The young squirrel recorder inwardly shuttered remembering all of the events that she had personally recorded, of the seasons of the savage. Melanda contemplated on another thought.
Maybe, just maybe there was a reason why her grandmother had passed away. She hadn’t wanted to talk about her grandmother to her mother. Melanda had decided to let her bring up the topic herself, when she felt like it. 
Melanda rubbed her chin in fact, what if there was a reason why her grandmother had passed away there has to be a reason. If her grandmother was as great as a warrior a storm said she was. Then couldn’t that mean that Alayna had wanted to die? 
The recorder blinked surprised at her own thoughts. Melanda had been brought up at Redwall. She was as peaceful as any other redwaller and, yet, there was something inside of her.It was deep and dormant, waiting to be awakened. Her father’s side of the family were warriors as far as she knew. Even a bit of her mothers ancestors might have been warriors as far as she could tail, Then again she could be wrong. Then Melanda remembered the poem. 
Beware of the calling of a badgers wrath
Hidden from sight until the day comes
Melanda instantly brought out a piece of parchment and charcoal, which she had always carried around just in case of this very situation. The poem began to make sense. She wrote down the poem on the left, while riding down the possible meaning of the poem on the right. Then she got stuck on a particularly tricky bit. 
While Melanda was busy with the poem storm looked up from her plate to see Ivy and Maxine along with the young shrew Christopher. The two vermin were receiving curious and fearful looks from the Abbey dwellers. 
Storm shook her head. she was still getting those looks as well. She mentally reminded herself that she had bin receiving those looks ever since she was born, literally. It was easier for her to cope with the stairs, but not so Maxine and Ivy. That was clear as day for storm but to the rest of the creatures in the room she wasn’t so sure.
“When will they learn not to judge a book by its blessed cover.” She grumbled angrily at herself  
Melanda quietly slipped the half folded paper beneath her plate. She turned to answer storm. 
“well it’ll take time we’ve never really had that many vermin come in to redwall before.” 
Storm took a bite of a slice of apple before replied in a flat, sarcastic tone. 
“The next thing I need is a long patrol hair saying. I am nothing but scum and pointing a weapon at me.“
Just then karma Struck in the ways of the domains. Dauncey, Ferdmon and curcy. The three hairs stared at the three vermin. Storm rolled her eyes while Melanda looked worriedly between the hairs and the rat. The young squirrel recorder was in between the two parties. Soon there was a tense heavy silence. It’s soon spread to every occupant in the room. It was broken by Max
“we’re gonna die, I knew it was ta good ta be true.“ 
She said before banging her head on the table.
Ivy placed a calming paw on the young cats shoulder “No, beast is going to die today…“
Ivy paused as if trying to decide her next words. Melanda noticed that Ivy glanced her way. In that split-second of contact the young squirrel saw a flicker of … horror. Then she quietly murmured.
“well… if you like you can take care of Chris for me later on today.“
Maxine didn’t move her head from the table. The only response that could be heard from the young cats mouth was a muffled. 
“thank ya”
The young cats mood had shifted from sheer fear to a sleight panicky mood. The same couldn’t be said for storm. She was uncomfortable to say the least. Her eyes shifted back-and-forth between the squirrel made. who was seated beside her and the hairs who were on the other side of said squirrel made. A few tense minutes passed by before storm was beginning to grow more than uncomfortable with the heavy silence. Storm was now shifting awkwardly in her seat. she didn’t know whether to run, hide or scream. Tam broke the tension by standing up. 
“Ferdy ye’ll treat Maxine and Ivy as guess, not as enemies. As for storm she’ll be leaving soon. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” The border warrior squirrels voice was calm yet it had an odd edge of danger buried underneath the surface
The hair grinded his teeth hard. “Fine, but if I see any suspicious activity I’ll put them on a blinking…“
“Well me and melanda will be heading off into the woodlands to stock up on some herbs.” Armel said interrupting the hair
Storm frowned “when will you be leaving?”
Melanda turned to the young rat answering for her mother “Will be leaving straight after breakfast. we have all the supplies that we need for at least half of a day. Why do you ask, storm?”
“Good.” 
With her simple response. She got up and shoved her barely touched small portion of food aside. 
“I’ll meet the two of you at the front gates once you’re done.”
She turned to redwalls champion saying “I suggest your daughter takes The sword of Martin. I am not trusting those woodlands and you shouldn’t either. Though that’s just my point of view. whenever any of your creatures go out there…”  
she said gesturing to the Windows which showed a clear view of the outside grounds of redwall.  
“You should at least have one beast carry a weapon.” 
storm turned on her heel, her black velvet cloak swirling behind her. She stocked off passing the three hairs and the rest of the occupants in the room. She left not daring to glance back. She new if she did. she would see her dark vision and future for redwalls leader, once again. 
Tam fround considering this odd request. Then nodded knowing that the young rat was, right, in a way. He turned to his daughter saying. 
“Take Martin's sword with you. But be careful when you’re out there.”
“Don’t worry you taught me how to use that sword. Will both be fine.“ She said hugging her father
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Meanwhile in Mossflower woods:
Dark blue silk robes swished in the autumn breeze as a creature leapt nimbly from branch to branch it’s black boots barely making a sound. The creature darted behind a tree. It glanced at the Abby, it’s Blue eyes unreadable. It brushed back it’s messy black head fur. 
It lifted up it’s right, Black leather, gloved paw to Its face. It pulled down the silk sleeve to reveal a blood red velvet band on it’s wrist. It set it’s Jaw in a firm line. It had to kill her, they had said that she had murdered its parents.
It turned its back upon the red stone building. Running as if it were on the ground the creature ran back to it’s camp. once the creature got there it landed nimbly behind a thick tree. It was about to step out of its cover, when it heard a voice.
“You’re certain he doesn’t know.“ 
“You think, General Daisy he does not know it thing. Once he has killed the destined queen. we’ll destroy your sister next.”
“He, better.” Hist Daisy 
“I assure you general, that he does not know that I was the one who murdered his own parents. The great xayla Queen of mages and her husband strax Night-sky, The greatest master Jinstar ever to walk these lands. I assure you those two have disappeared.“ It’s master explained
The creature turned away and clenched his paw in a tight fist. Silent as death's shadow he stocked off towards Redwall, once again. If the mysterious creature would’ve stayed a few minutes more he would’ve heard the following plans.
The white mouses green eyes flashed with absolute loathing. As she stared at the Black squirrel in front of her. 
“ I'll kill their father Abbet and the queens of moonlight. My sister is too much of a bloody coward to stay in redwall for long.”
“Yes general… “ The squirrel said “but what of the mouse and badger that we’d captured?” He hesitantly ask
Daisy smeared. “It’s beneath me to make such trivial matters, Marcus. But if you must know, keep them chained and guarded. My father despises failures and you know how he disposes of those failures.“ Daisy threatened 
Marcus goulped “yes, Mistress as you wish.”
The white mouse turned away. Her green eyes were filled with malice and of a creature who had lost her ways. 
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STORMS P.O.V
I looked at myself. I was wearing a simple dark purple dress with a creamy white V-shaped color and the same creamy white color on the end of my long sleeves. I felt the sword as it gently suede back-and-forth at my side. It was connected to my sword belt. I no longer had a desire to wear it around my neck for some odd reason. I felt the cloak which concealed my wings, flutter Saufley in a playful breeze. I took a deep breath of air and side heavily. I spotted some young ones coming towards me. Quickly I pulled up my hood concealing my horns. I didn’t want to answer any questions, besides I wasn’t in the mood. They passed by oblivious of me.
My white gloved paw brushed through a piece of my hair. which had always went down between my eyes. Timothy had always said that the way my hair framed my face made me look even lovelier. I felt the beginnings of a smile on my face. I knew he was right, yet I would never admitted out loud. 
Just like the villagers
I shook my head frowning. I didn’t want to think those thoughts right now. so instead, I looked around, for what I thought would be the last time at Redwall. It was a peaceful and serene autumnday. It was still morning, though now the sun rose a little higher. I shifted my weight, my Black leather traveling boots scuffing the earth beneath them. I drew out my sword looking at my reflection. Not knowing of what, or more importantly who’s blood it would be stained with later on during the final hours of that day. 
I put it back in its sheath, feeling a twinge of unease. As I noticed humble, Tam, duggy, melanda and sister Armel walking towards the gates where I was standing nearby. As I had hoped Tam’s daughter was caring Martin sword across her back. She was wearing a simple blue tunic with a traveling pack hanging on one shoulder. 
I rolled my eyes before saying. “ I thought I’d have to wait all season for the lot of you to come out here.“
Melanda gave me an apologetic smile along with her mother. Tam merely gave me a warm smile. As I was beginning to look at the Abbet. I saw the purple aura, it edges slowly turning black. It surrounded the Abbitts body like ghostly flames. I knew what that meant, I’d seen it in every single beast except me. When I was inslaved. I knew humble was going to die this day, but how I didn’t know, nor who was going to kill him. All I saw in my future vision. Was the Abbet lying Facedown blood slowly surrounding his motionless form.  
But isn’t That life?
It was and yet, I carried the power of death within me.
I new that the death Forest spirit wasn’t bonded to the death forest. I also knew for a fact, that I could easily create the Same thorny plants with the simplest wave of my paw, could see in the near future, see When a creature was destined to die in the next few days or I could even create dark purple knife like stones to protect myself or anybeast else.
“ storm, are you all right?“
I blinked  Breaking out of my thoughts. I Shrugged as I gave my usual response to tam. ”I’m fine.”
The Warriors squirrel didn’t look convinced. I rolled my eyes once again. The border squirrel must have gotten the point because he told his family to be careful in the Woodlands and what not. As humble and duggy opened up the gates. the three of us began to walk out. I turned my head around seeing that Tam had joined us.
“I thought you were going to stay here on sentry duty?“ I questioned
Tam looked at me and said “ i’m just going t see Melanda and armel off. then I’m going back on Sentry duty why do you ask.“
I stood there thinking. It was odd but Tam and armel were the very first creatures not to judge me by my appearance or not to look at me and kill me. They treated me like a real creature, not as a thing or a slave. They treated me like a daughter, like some beast that needed comfort and companionship. Before I even knew what I was thinking. I wrapped the two squirrels up in a hug and whispered in both of their ears.
“Thank you… You treated me like a daughter.  Though you’re not my species or my parents. I’ll always think of you as a mother and father in my life.“
As Soon as I said that. I quickly pulled away, turned around and quickly wiped away the tears. that I  silently curse the devil fox for. I turned around to face the group once more with my usual smirk.
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Tam and armel looked at one another. They gave storm a meaningful look, as if seeing the young creature in a new light. Just then Timothy came out of The gates, running. Once Timothy had regained his breath he walked over towards his sister. The white mouse shook his sisters shoulders vigorously. Storm flinched feeling her injured shoulder being touched. 
“you have to stay here. you have to help me find the swords. You’re the only one that can slay our father.”
Storm side and shook her head.
“ you know I haven’t excepted my fate. You also know that I haven’t let go of my past. In order for me to gain the armor. I have to Lego and except. my past and future Timothy.“ storm Flatley said
“Yes, but … “
Timothy tried again but was interrupted by his sister. Who still spoke in the same flight voice
“some beast in redwall is going to die. Some beast is going to go to blood-wrath. Some beast is going to hang between life and death.“
Storm was now breathing heavily through gritted teeth. While every beast else looked at one another, concern and confusion written on their faces. Storm turned to the two squirrel mates. 
“goodbye.“
She turned her back upon redwall Abby. Step by step she walked away. Her heart and mind world with what she’d just said. She set her dark violet gaze at the horizon ahead. Her eyes were filled with their ever present sadness, But that was quickly replaced by a familiar faint happy gleam. 
She began to sing an old moonlight favorite.
Fay oh fay
Sing away, sing away 
Oh Lord of the fay 
Sing away, sing away 
Oh Mage of Fay 
Your staff, oh it sings
Oh, of seven phoenix kings
Sing away, sing away 
Fay oh fay 
Sing away, sing away 
Oh Lord of the fay 
== chapter: 8 of acceptance and other matters ==
She walked along the dusty road and threw the woodlands. Storm relished The autumn breeze on her face. She looked up at the clear blue sky and realized that it was now going to be an hour after noon tide. she stopped and sat down at the base of a tree. 
I wonder what’s going on back at the Abby 
She did miss the company of other creatures. She was being honest with herself. She shook her head if she stayed there they would find her, maybe just maybe if they were to realize that she wasn’t rideable then maybe they would discover her tracks and follow her.
“maybe if I never return to mossflower, then the abbet won’t die. I have to leave them just to not have them not get hurt.” She whispered into the empty Autumn air.
“… is it that you. want. to or is it you. have. to…“
Storm world around drawing out her sword. She had heard the speaker behind her. Storm glanced around peering into the shadows. Although there weren’t that many shadows to begin with in the first place. The day was sunny and warm. Then she felt a tap on her uninjured shoulder. Once again she turned around her sword at the ready. But there was no need to spill any blood, at least not yet. 
Standing before her was a black rat with Calm stormy gray eyes. She was wearing pure white armor with black boots, dark blue gauntlets with a four pointed star shaped diamond on top and a dark blue cape with silver lining clasped on her shoulders. Adorning her head was a one pointed silver crown with a dark blue sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon. 
“ persephone“ she whispered
The black rat didn’t respond instead she sat down on the Leaf covered ground. 
“Sit moonling “
Storm sat still a bit perplexed of why the previous queen was visiting her of all creatures. 
“You’re probably wondering why I’m visiting you out of all of the creatures in mossflower ,yes?”
“Umm…“
“I’ll take that as a yes moonling, now I believe we need to have a little talk,you and I.”
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 I will not kill her, I will not kill her!
These thought swirled around in the young white mouses mind. Daisy gripped her head screaming in her mind. The ones pristine mouse made was no more she was a hollow shell of her former self. Now she wanted to be rid of this plan, this madness inside of her. But she couldn’t it was stuck with her for the rest of her days.
 you can’t get rid of me that easily.
It was that voice it was that terrible evil voice. She had been living with it for nearly 2 seasons. She had mearly wanted her sister to experience a little of the pain that she was going through but she didn’t want any of this.
As if reading her mind the Voice responded back in a singsong tone.
 you chose this life now you shal pay the price.
Daisy gripped her long sleeved Gray gown in fury. If this was what she wanted then so be it. She just hoped the radwallers would give her Swift death. 
 you won’t receive a swift death Dearie. Once they see what you have done, they will give you no mercy, especially their champion.
“What are you talking about.” Daisy growled through gritted teeth.
Oh you don’t know? It asked mockingly. You’re going to kill a daughter of Luken! i’ve been keeping an eye on the champions only Child. 
 Daisy’s face went  pale. “I will kill myself before I let any of that happen mongrel.“ She hissed
The Black squirrel, Marcus came up behind the mouse made. His tail flikked nervously from side to side as he spoke. 
“ General, we are ready.“
The white mouse turned around and nodded her green eyes flashing with some unrideable emotion. 
“Have two foxes stay here with the mouse and badger. I will go alone. They’ll think me a pitiful mouse trying to find some shelter. You will now the signal when you see it.“ She said slyly
The black squirrel nodded his head before walking off. The 50 vermin that were her so-called minions disbursed into the Woodlands awaiting the attack. Daisy dond herself in a traveling cloak that was old and raggedy. Underneath it was a quiver of arrows she shortered a bow and stocked off.
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The mysterious figure watched his dark blue nearly black eyes observing this scene below him. The mouse made was a good distance off. She was  wearing a travelers cloak that looked tattered and worn. His Whiskers twitched with anticipation. He easily knew that a battle was Inevitable. He felt all of the sharp knives, daggers and needles, which were coded in very heavy poison clank softly against one another. He smiled to himself.
“Breath you last, master. Aye, you’ll soon die.“ 
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Tam, duggy, Ferdmon and skipper were facing the path that led out towards the Woodlands. 
Skipper breath in the crisp autumn air and side. “Mates, I don’t like this it’s too quiet for my liking.”
Ferdy huffed in annoyance. “I still don’t know why were trusting a blinking rat of all creatures wot wot.”
“You’re one to talk rabbit.“ Said a voice
Ferdmon world around to see a white mouse glaring at him with such loathing that it could’ve felled a tree. The white mouse then closed his light green eyes and shook his head as if deciding that it was not worth arguing with a Salamandastron hair.
Ferdmon glared back at the young mouse. “And who do you think you are sir.”
Timothy side and graded his teeth. He was about to give in to his anger when a voice spoke in his mind.
 death shal spell blood, My son, My daughter will love another.
The white mouse opened his eyes and nodded. “Aye, I hear ye  luken, I hear you.” He whispered a small happy smile crept onto Timothy‘s features.
Ferdmon stared at the young mouse in front of him for a long moment then he asked.
“ what in seasons are y yammering on about? wot.” 
Timothy looked at tam, then he walked away saying. “Luken, a warrior who seeks truth within the truth.”
The hair was about to call out to the young mouse when Tam placed a paw on his shoulder. The border warrior shook his head.
“Let it go ferdy he’s been through a lot.“
“Ach tam are ye, alright? Ye haven’t been yourself lately.“ Duggy commented
“ in truth, I’m not duggy. I can’t help but think of what, storm said before leaving.“ Tam said absently
Skipper looked at the two warrior squirrels then asked. “What did she say before leaving.“
“ she said something about, somebeast dying and of somebeast going in t bloodwrath.”
Ferdmon blinked. “Bloodwrath only badgers go into bloodwrath, tam, wot wot.”
All of a sudden uncontrollable laughter could be heard behind the four friends. They all turned around to see a brown squirrel wearing a red tunic, a dark red cloak, black gloves and boots. standing there laughing as if he had just heard the most hilarious joke.
“Ahahahah … Only… Ahahahah… badgers go… Ahahahah… in t bloodwrath… Ahahahah…“
After a time the squirrel composed himself he stood up straight and wiped away his remaining tears of joy from his Phoenix like eyes. The strange squirrel shook his head.
“Tsk, tsk, Ferdmon it ain’t just badgers that go in t Bloodwrath. Take my manny times great grandson for example.” He said jestering at Tam .
“He went in t Blood wrath when he faced that wolverine. “
The squirrel looked at Tam and then added. “I’ve seen many things in my long life lads, but I have experienced something that’s worse than blood wrath I’m afraid.” He said solemnly
The four friends looked at one another confused. They were all thinking, what what could be worse than blood wrath? 
Skipper meanwhile was staring at the squirrel for a long moment this squirrel definitely looked familiar, then it clicked into place for the otter. “You're that squirrel, luken, that the Young rats spoke of in her story.”
The squirrel nodded knowingly. “Aye I am, listen the lot of ye. I… I lied in my poem the second one that young Timothy spoke of yesterday.” The squirrel voice then became hard and firm.  “ I will not say what it is, but it is a curse that has been dormant with my family for generations, or at least that’s what I hoped.”
“A curse?” Question duggy “what kind of curse?“
Inwardly Luken winced, he hits meant too say that much. He needed to be quiet about the rest of his information. The squirrels attention was then shifted to ferdy.
Ferdmon Stared at the squirrel for a long time. “ sorry to intrude chap, but what are you talking about sah?“
Luken shook his head. He wanted to warn them all of what was to come. But he knew that Martin would disapprove, after all this was his Abby,  besides his own tapestry hadn’t entered redwall yet. So he could not to give any advice or warnings, let alone interact with his own creatures as he usually did. 
The King of old then reprimanded himself in Ridley. He was already doing that he was speaking to these creatures and yet here he was having a conversation with them. Luken wasn’t supposed to do that and yet he was. Although there might be a loophole in this situation. He might not be able to worn the Abb,0 but that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to warn his own kin. 
something passed through lukens eyes and he silently nodded to himself. As if coming to terms with what was to happen. Then like the first time he spoke some odd sentences, but it wasn’t out loud instead it was only spoken in Tam’s head. He alone heard what his ancestor had to say
“Blood Will claim blood
Buy two swords 
one of legend 
One of death
An arrow shal claim father
And the blood of a Silver curse 
Will claim a daughter”
The four friends looked at Luken, confusion written on their faces. The long dead warrior king stared back his gaze unblinking. No beast else no of what just happened between the abbey Champion and the warrior king of old. Then he stared directly into Tam’s eyes. The Warriors squirrel knew that the message was for him. He nodded, although he wasn’t sure of what his ancestor meant but soon he would find out.
“Brace y self Rakkety Tam macburl.” he whispered before fading away
“ what do you suppose that was all about?“ Asked Duggy
Tam Was now resuming his original post on the ramparts. He wanted to tell his friends of what Luken had said, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t the time or place to say anything. The boarder warriors gaze was unwavering as he spoke.
“ Who knows. “Answer tam “it has been strange the last couple of days.” 
The three companions turned back to face the woodlands once more. Though, they didn’t say it out loud. All of them agreed with the border warrior.
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Melanda looked around Mossflower woods. The day was sunny and warm. most of the trees had begun to shed their leaves. Birds were flying about and insects were buzzing and flying about as well. She should feel safe and fine but she wasn’t. The pretty young squirrel made was on edge she didn’t know why but something inside of her told her that danger was not far off.
Armel was just finishing gathering up the last for herbs. She checked her list twice over making sure that she had everything that she needed. The infirmary keeper nodded satisfied. She looked up and noticed that the sun was dipping towards the west horizon.
“Oh, my I didn’t realize we were out so long. Come now I’m melanda let’s go back to the Abbey before your father starts to worry.“ the sister chuckled
The squirrel wife took her daughters paw and the two began to make their way back to Redwall. The leaves were crisp under paw as they walked. Melanda looked at her mother, she looked happy and content. But she didn’t feel content in the least. 
Ever since storm had left she had gotten an uneasy feeling in her stomach. It had been growing steadily with the passing of time that they had been away from the Abby.
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Soon the two squirrel maids returned to redwall unharmed. They went through one of the side gates and not the main one. While all of this was happening a few pair of eyes were watching them from the shadows and from a far. The first pair were those of a creature who was raised to kill, The other was a creature willing and unwilling to kill.
== Chapter 9 battle of blood ==
Redwall was peaceful, she thought It was Beautiful she thought it was going to be attacked today she thought
Storm's dark violet eyes were filled with something unreadable; they were clouded over as if she were lost in her own thoughts. She walked steadily and quickly towards the Abbey which she promised never to return to, and hear she was returning to the Abbey on the same day that she had left. The young rat had drawn out her sword and was holding it slightly outwards. She scanned the road ahead an odd six cents told her that it would be wiser to slip into the Woodlands and not continue on the main road.
Silent as… Well deaths shadow, she crept into the woodland. Her steppes were Quick and quiet. With seasons of practice she was able to accomplish this feat even if there were a few dried up leaves under paw. Her heart pounded she felt something strong tug at her soul. Storm knew that feeling all too well. Some beast was going to die in the next couple of hours if not sooner. She still remembered her vision of the father abbet laying face down, surrounded by a Crimson puddle.
By instinct her ears flattened against her head as she refused to run away from her problems, for now. She gripped her sword with her gloved paw and winced remembering that she was still recovering from her previous attack a few days ago.
Now then you may be wondering whatever changed the young rats mind so quickly well persephone had appeared to storm. She had said, why did you leave the Abby? Was it  because some beast told you or is it that you wanted to leave of your own free will.
Storm had thought about this for quite a while. Part of her decision was to go away by her own free well because she wanted to protect those innocent creatures inside. But the other half was that she had  left because it felt like she was an outcast as if she didn’t belong there. Plus some conversations had caught her attention. Still, storm thought about it even more. There would be one less vermin to deal with, she noted. But she was a fighter and they’re would be one less fighter to defend redwall.
Storm at that point was ready to pull her own head fur out. But She remembered a little saying that Oscar had said to her. “Sometimes the smallest changes have the greatest impact.”
With that thought in mind she had decided to return to the Abbey and help them defend it. Once she had thought that thought, persephone had vanished as if she were never there. Storm was used to seeing odd things in her life and in truth seeing a dead warrior queen wasn’t strange. In fact interacting with the dead was practically an every day thing for her, Even if it was uncomfortable at times. Rosie was more used to talking to spirits than she was. 
The gray rat shook off her thoughts as she heard two voices. Storm had made a fair distance into the forest without even realizing it. She stopped and pinned her ears forward in the direction of the two voices. Storm didn’t dare move a muscle for fear of the two creatures finding her location. She didn’t know if they were friend or foe.
“ what do you think of these two.“
“I say we just eat them, although the badger will be a bit of trouble.”
“Trouble? He would sooner have our heads before we could even get neare the mouse.“
Storm rolled her eyes and smirked so cannibalism vermin in Mossflower. Why was she not surprised. The rat crept forward towards a clearing not far off, maybe 20 paw steps away give or take. She could see behind a large tree that there was a mouse and badger tail sticking out on either side. This wasn’t the only thing that storm noticed, the captives seem to be bound in rope and iron chains.
In her mind storm cursed and Swore so much that even white bone or blood fur would be ashamed. That was saying something because those two cursed a lot in their minds.
Nearly all legend bloods could easily pick up the burning stinging scent of iron. As long as she didn’t touch it she was safe, but the stench was unbearable. Shaking her head she made her way forward once again.
“Two centuries, two captives, one rescuer with one sword, not to mention one working wing.” She told herself 
“one rescuer…” she thought again then a devilish smile was plastered on the young rats features as she said her next words. ” One rescuer with the powers of the death forest Spirit.“
 oh this was going to be fun. she thought. This was going to be her first time using her powers outside of practices. Putting on a stoic expression. she walked out of the cover of trees and into the clearing. The two foxes that were left behind to guard the prisoners were startled when a pretty young female rat walked out of the woodlands.
“Gentle beasts let go of the prisoners and I will spare your lives.” she said Cooley
The first fox a big muscular fellow with a scar across his muzzle, smiled Crowley at the young rat. “And why would we do that?”
His skinny companion agreed wholeheartedly. “What’s stopping us from eating all three of ya.”
Storm didn’t have any time to waste. She was growing weary of these two already and she hadn’t spent more than a few minutes with them. Knowing that she could lose control any minute and start singing her song of death which was very dangerous in any circumstances she had to do something.
She side “so much for talking.”
“ what was that scummy rat?“ The second fox said a sneer on his face.
Storms eye twitch and she just barely managed to stop herself from singing her song. Without hesitation she dropped her sword onto the ground and nelt own on the grass. She placed her paws on the ground and concentrated on her aura of magic. The grass around her paws became brown and dry. Storm looked up slowly from the ground. Her eyes were now two pits of inky blackness. Her head fur soon followed. It became black no longer a dark gray color. An evil chilling dark purple aura surrounded her.
The two foxes stared at the rat in shock, realizing too late who this creature actually was. She was the death forest spirit the very creature who decided any living or wandering souls' fate.
Black thorny vines grew out of the ground in rapid succession. They moved of their own accord slithery and… Hissing like snakes. Soon the two were trapped within the messed up thorny vines. They were still moving of their own accord and storm didn’t move from her position. It seemed as if something else had taken over her mind but soon she snapped out of it.
*Gasp* “oops I didn’t mean to kill them fully… But their lives were full of murder so I guess that’s fair?” She mumbled to herself 
She stood up and grabbed her sword. She looked at the still moving, mass of plants across from her and whistled. “All right fellas, jobs done take the corpses underground.“
A few of the vines untangle themselves and seem to turn and stare at the rat, then they gave her a nod. The plants along with the two no dead foxes disappeared underground. The clearing was empty of any life except for the three creatures. The ground where the vines and foxes used to be were empty and it seemed as if no beast was there a moment to go.
Storm smiled to herself not everything about her powers was fantastic but it was also not terrible. The Vines were unusual, they were still plants but they acted as if they had minds of their own. She remembered A time when she was bullied around her second season of being blind. She had runoff into the death forest and stayed there for the rest of the day playing around with the little vines that she had created to keep her company. 
She side remembering that bitter day gone happy. Then storm remembered where she was and swiftly turned to the two figures who were still tight up against a tree. She sheathed her weapon and carefully made her way towards the two figures. She noticed the badger, but unlike most badgers this one was all black except for a five pointed star on his forehead. His eyes were brown yet hard like that of a Warriors. She quickly remembered that she saw the badgers tale earlier but she was a bit far up to see any details of the tail.
Storm flicked her gaze to stare at the mouse and for an instant her heart skipped a beat. Even though his green tunic was caked in mud and a bit of blood. He still looked like a creature come out of a dream. Or that’s what it seemed in storms mind at the time. It was a Golden furred mouse with white Head fur and piercing light green eyes. Somewhere in the back of storm's mind a little Voice whispered to her you’re starting to fall in love. That was just enough to break storm out of her trance.
“ I had my heart broken once and i will never learn to love romantically again as long as I live.” She hissed to herself
When she got a little too close for the badgers liking he let out a low growl. Storm paused and stared questioningly into his big brown eyes. after a moment she replied in a calm and gentle voice “I’m not here to harm you, I’m just here to set you free. then I’ll be going.“
“I know,” was the badgers reply “I saw you in my vision, Little warrior. I’m sorry for growling at you I didn’t recognize you at first. I will help you with your dilemma if you wish.“
Storm's mouth fell slightly open and she raised an eyebrow in the same instant. She wasn’t sure what to say in this situation. This was something that she definitely wasn’t expecting.  “Well… Umm … All right?”
“Right then,”  Began the mouse “ toss your blade over to me and I’ll get us out of these chains and ropes.“
She got out her sword and tossed it to the mouse. he reached out and grabbed the hilt. Swiftly he began to unlock his shackles. “What are your names anyway?” Storm asked curious
“I am midnight the mace.“ Replied the badger
The mouse didn’t look up from his work as he replied. “ The names Jacks winter tale, pleasure to meet you… umm…“
“Storm” she said
“Oh… Pleasure to meet you storm.” Jacks said finishing with his chains. He quickly moved on to midnights after he was done hacking the rope from his waist. 
In just a few minutes which to storm felt like an eternity jacks finally unlocked midnights chains and sliced the ropes. The two stretched their limbs and rubbed their wrist feeling the blood come back. Jacks walked over to storm and handed her sword back to her hilt first. She accepted it and sheathed it back into her belt. 
“Well if that’s all then I am off.” Declared storm turning on her heel and practically running towards the Abbey. She wasted enough time as it was helping those two out, now it was time for her to focus on her main task. Even though storm would’ve loved to help the two escape latter. she knew it was the right thing to do, so she stopped and help them first. 
“ why do… I have to… have such… a good heart.” she panted between breaths.
The young rat didn’t even notice the two not following her. She had forgotten midnights request of helping her all of that felt small compared to the big picture a head
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Jacks and midnight looked at one another. A long silence passed between them before midnight picked up the young creature and placed him on his head. Jacks sat on midnights head calmly, as the badger made his way into the woods, away from redwall. There were a few things that they needed to get before helping storm.
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After helping her mother put away the herbs in the infirmary Melanda made her way up to the ramparts needing some time to think. Abbet humble followed the young squirrel made wondering what she was doing.
“ Melanda what are you doing up here?” Humble asked
Something inside of the young squirrel made stirred, it was dark and cold. She blinked and for an instant her world became an endless silver void. When she blinked again the sort of Martin was pointed at the father abbets throat. Surprised and a bit startled she lowered the sword.
“ oh sorry father I just came up here to think sorry… About the sword… I… I didn’t know what I was thinking.“
The old hedgehog put up a paw and smiled at the young squirrel. “No need to worry Melanda, we're all a bit uneasy.”
“Oh… Of course father…” She said destructively
She turned and walked for a few minutes not really paying attention to where she was going. Her mind was a jumbled mess. Melanda could remember the poem from the meeting. she could remember the poem that Martin had told her before the meeting. What was going to happen?
Melanda rubbed her head and leaned back against the ramparts that looked over the Abby. The young squirrel made had been getting odd flashes of silver now and again, ever since she returned to Redwall. she had also been hearing echoing whispers in her head. She couldn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but it sounded like… Unlock draconic.
While Melanda was thinking humble had followed her. The young recorder had seemed a bit stressed and tense. The elderly hedgehog found himself behind skipper, Fredmon, duggy and tam. Humble walked up next to the Highlander squirrel and noticed Tam. The Abby champion looked as if he was reading himself for a bloodbath, his eyes were distant and unfocused.
“Duggy is everything all right Tam doesn’t look so good.” humble said worryingly 
“Ach i now tam hasn’t been acting like himself ever cents Melanda and armel returned. At first he was just distracted but as soon as those two lassys came in he’s been like that. We tried talking t him but it ain’t doing a thing.” The Highlander warrior side “I’m just as worried as the next beastie father.”
Skipper and Ferdy nodded their agreement their eyes focused on the dirt road. Fredmon nerd his eyes and placed a paw over them. It looked as if there was a Cloacked traveler walking towards them. The hair was quick to point out the traveler.
“Aye, you’re right Fredy that’s a traveler ifen I saw one.” Skipper commented
Tam noticed the traveler as well and his entire body immediately went rigid. His eyes narrowed and a frown could be seen on his face. Tam didn’t know why but he felt as if they shouldn’t even interact with this lonely wanderer. He could feel his hackles rising whether it be from paranoia or nerves he did not know. Tam tried to voice out his thoughts but no sound came out. it felt as if his mouth had gone dry he couldn’t speak nor look away from the mysterious creature. It was as if something was for bidding him from saying anything. 
All at once Tam doubled over he clutched his ears and closed his eyes tightly. His chest tightened and his voice caught in his throat before he screamed. Tam didn’t even realize that he was screaming out. The only thing registering in his mind was Martin’s voice yelling out lines from different poems. It sounded as if the warrior was trying to warn him about something, but Tam couldn’t figure out what it was. Later he would understand the meaning but for right now he was oblivious.
Beware the calling of a Badgers wrath 
hidden from site until the day comes 
 And a Silver curse 
shal claim a daughter
 when vermin slavers come to seek one 
who’s left these red stones 
An arrow shal claim a father
“Tam, tam snap out of it! Are ye all right! TAM!”
Tam gasped and looked around. All of his friends and humble had worried expressions on their faces. Ferdmon and skipper were still looking out over the woislands but they looked sideways at Tam worry and concern filling their eyes. Duggy stopped shaking him after he stopped screaming.
“Are you all right tam?” Asked ferdy
Tam was disoriented “what… What happened?
“Mate You were screaming and catching y head as if you were in pain.“ Responded skipper
“Oh…“ 
Tam then composed himself reassuring his friends that he would be all right. He returned to his original position on the ramparts as if nothing ever happened. But deep down Tam was slightly shaken.
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Daisy paused in her walking as she heard screaming coming from the ramparts. A twisted smile played on her lips as she fingered the bow in her paw. Her eyes shined with anticipation and hatred for the Warriors squirrel. Daisy didn’t know who the son of Luken was, but the spirit inside of her new who the Son of Luken was. If any beast heard the young mouse's conversation it would’ve sounded as if she was having a conversation with herself.
“Don’t be surprised mortal mouse I shall kill the Warrior swiftly. He shal have a painless death. The King of fire Will be surprised when he sees another one of his children.”
“Wait what are you talking about?“ Daisy asked in shock “i… I thought you were just going to kill his daughter not…“
“Not the father, oh yes I was planning to kill them both, pity the secret is out. Oh well.“
Daisy became quiet after that. She walked quickly towards the redstone building stopping at a respectful distance. She was far enough away that she couldn’t be shot, but she was close enough that she could get a good ame when she used her arrow. Daisy had a suspicion that she would be spotted before she could even get near the Abby, so on her way she grabbed an arrow out of her quiver.
Taking out the arrow which was inside of her sleeve she wrapped a small vine around the shaft. This vine was no ordinary vine, it was one of the plants that the death forest spirit could summon. If used correctly then this plant could instantly kill a mortal creature. It drained the victim of their soul and sent the soul to the dark forest gates before anything could be done.
“Who are you?!” Asked a voice
Daisy looked up and inwardly smiled. Directly across from where she was standing was the very creature that she wanted to kill… Well one of two creatures. 
Daisy instantly replied back. Her voice was innocent and afraid. after hiding the bow and arrow from site. “ I am merely a traveler seeking refuge, please let me in I mean you no harm.“
Daisy them quickly and thoroughly observed the building in front of her. It was a Redstone building with a well build wooden gate at its center. She had to give whoever designed this building some credit they had done an excellent job. Daisy came back to reality when she heard a different voice speak.
She looked up once again and saw that there was an elderly hedgehog standing right next to the squirrel. “ I am the father Abbet of this Abby, you are welcome to stay as long as you need. Are there any others with you?”
She responded without hesitation. “yes indeed I have a few traveling companions in the Woodlands. Thank you for your hospitality. I wish you all….” 
She paused before continuing while pulling down her hood revealing her true identity. “I wish you all a long slow death!” 
“ sister!!” Yelled out an all to familiar voice
Daisy scanned the ramparts until she saw Timothy. In almost perfect unison the twin siblings grab for their bow and arrow. Daisy was aiming right for Tam while Timothy was aiming right for Daisy. The two had drawn back their Arrows.  Every beast from the vermin in the Woodlands to the creatures on the ramparts Stood stock still. Even the Wind and insects had stopped. It was as if the entirety of mossflower was holding its breath waiting to see what would happen next.
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The twin siblings knew that if either of them made the slightest error then all hell gates would be unleashed. Daisy graded her teeth this wasn’t supposed to happen but if she had to kill a son of Luken, then she would go down with him.
“ I see you found yourself in a sticky situation sister!“ scorned Timothy “ From what I can see we out number you 10 to 1 what do you say about that, you accursed darflartha!”
All of the otters and Redwallers on the ramparts that day could feel the loathing and hatred that the two siblings were giving off. Some felt their hackles rise while others felt a cold chill run down there necks.
Daisy kept her paws under control. Her voice was filled with equal scorn and she replied back her voice shaking with rage. “scum of the earth! I have 50 to back me up and they are armed to the teeth! When you come down too fight, we will feast upon your fallens flesh!”
Just as she finished yelling all 50 vermin racist out onto the path. Daisy was correct, all of them were armed to the teeth. Every beast looked as if they were a one creature army. Unlike most vermin hordes this one made sure that every creature was wearing well made armor. It shined in the late afternoon light. Daggers, pikes, ax’s, swords, spears and arrows, could be seen on the army. Some weapons looked as if they still had dried blood. Up on the ramparts skipper hissed.
“ seasons, the youngin was right his sister did betray him. these vermin look as if they’d kill on site.”
Even ferdy looked a bit nervous. The hair slowly raged for his rapier. “ I say, this chaps look as if they mean business wot.”
Duggy replied never taking his gaze away from the army below. “Ach, I wouldn’t be so hasty if I were you ferdy. These vermin are in a sticky situation like we are. One wrong move and we could very well lose Tam same goes for the mouse.”
Ferdmon begrudgingly agreed with his friend but he wasn’t happy about it. Another figure wasn’t happy about the situation either. His darker blue nearly black eyes flashed with loathing for the mouse. He pulled down his dark blue silk cloak over his eyes. His body was relaxed he took a deep breath of air and let it out. 
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somewhere in the back of the mysterious creatures mind he knew that something was about to happen. And something indeed happened.  Eager to see the Warrior squirrel die, Daisy let her arrow fly. Timothy swiftly followed his sister's example. Faster than the eye could see, Daisy nimbly dodged the arrow. She stepped aside and smiled up at her brother, who scowled darkly. unlike Timothy‘s arrow daisies had struck her mark, but when she looked up it wasn’t the creature that she wanted dead.
Without a second thought of his own well-being abbet humble pushed Tam aside. The arrow striking his chest instead of Tam’s. The old hedgehog stumbled back then he fell forward surrounded by his own pool of blood.
Just as Daisy predicted the vine attached to the shaft sucked humbles spirit. Unfortunately it would be the death spirit that would need to guide the Abbets soul to the dark forest gates. For a moment the vine glowed a soft light purple. Every beast was too shocked to notice this. They were all staring at the motionless form of their abbet. Although one creature saw the glow. Directly across from her Abbets motionless form was Melanda macburl.
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The squirrel made had heard everything and she had seen everything. The world was still and silent to the young squirrel made. The sword of Martin was propped up against the ramparts next to her. She didn’t reach for it, she could only stare at the Crimson pool of blood growing with every passing minute.
Her body shook uncontrollably something inside of her begged to be released. It was dark, cold and mad. It was hungry for blood, for war, for a battle! Melanda had never seen death up close before, but seeing her own father Abbet murdered in front of her changed her. She stood up and walked towards the edge of the ramparts her eyes still closed.
Melanda felt her paws grow wet as she stepped into blood but she ignored it. Her breath was coming in quick lo rasps The first sign of the curse. Timothy was the only creature on the ramparts that knew the signs of Lukens curse. The white mouse's eyes grew wide in horror. It was not that Timothy was afraid of the curse, it was simply that the curse of Luken hadn’t been seen in over 1700 seasons. The only known creature aside from draconic legend bloods that had the curse was Luken. Records and legends said that the curse moved from generation to generation after Lukens passing but it had always stay dormant… until now. 
Timothy didn’t dare move a muscle. He silently prayed to Martin that every beast else not move either. It seemed to work, to the mouse's relief. Every beast on the ramparts stayed very still, their eyes were the only sign of movement, silently following the squirrel made. 
Melanda slowly opened her eyes as she walked to the edge of the ramparts. She stood in between two stone slabs. Her eyes no longer showed kindness or compassion. They looked hungry and mad. Gone were her dark brown eyes they were replaced with the silver light of draconic rage, the curse of Luken had risen once again.
Melanda look down at Daisy’s face, gone was her calm, evil demeanor, it was replaced with horrified realization. Melanda’s face twisted into an insane smile. Her demented laugh cut through the silence like a knife. “Do you really think you can stand up to me, Which?! I am draconic rage, I am feared by mortals and immortals alike. You want a battle, I'll give you a war!!”
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Without a second thought Melanda race down the wall a demented banshee like scream following soon after. Every beast covered their ears from the unearthly sound. Tam tried to go after his daughter but Ivy and Maxine swiftly appeared behind him in a shower of gold and blue dust. The fox and wildcat tackled him to the ground.
“Ye’er mad, ya are ganna sign ya own death wish!” Bellowed Maxine
Ivy agreed as she stood up. Light Blue magic tinged with sunset orange glowed around the vixens pause. “ I suggest most of you stay up here. Duggy, tam you’re coming with me and Maxine.“
said cat stared at her friend. “They are?”
“We are?” Repeated the two Warriors in unison
The three weren’t sure what Ivy was thinking of and they were worried. Tam wasn’t worried for long; he glanced down and saw that his daughter was running headlong towards the 50 vermin. Making a split second decision he longed for Martin's sword and grabbed the vixens glowing paw soon after.
Ivy gave a curt nod as she grabbed duggys paw. “ Yes, you one pawed, staff wielding mage of the sun Phoenix!”
Maxine relented and soon her golden staff appeared floating next to her. With her remaining paw she grabbed ivy by the back of her gown and the four disappeared in a cloud of blue dust. They appeared in the middle of the vermin army. The weasels, stoats, foxes and erman in question were surprised, but immediately longed forward ready to kill the four newcomers. 
Ivy, duggy, Maxine and Tam stood back to back fighting The oncoming vermin. The two mages cast a spell after spell gold and blue magic flying in different directions. Tam and Duggy battled the oncoming enemy.
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Duggy sliced a foxes spear in two. Swiftly the black fox drew out a sword and parried his swing. Back and forth they swung their blades neither of them giving any quarter. The two were equally matched but the fox had a slight advantage. Still fighting the Highlander squirrel One pawed, he grabbed a throwing knife and aimed for Duggys face. The Warriors squirrel spotted the knife just in time and duct. Unfortunately The knife planted itself into Maxines shoulder. 
“Ach sorry!“
A grunt was his only reply. Once again he deflected another blow, The fox stepped back and nodded to his companion. The weasel drew out a metal pike. In unison the two launched themselves forward. Duggy just managed to block The two attacks by putting his blade at a horizontal angle. The weasel and fox pushed the Claremore back towards it’s owner. Duggy was struggling against the heavy weight. 
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The assassin looked from his perched position in a Firtree.
he saw the four creatures from the ramparts appear in the middle of the army. He glanced toward the squirrel made, who was battling paw to paw with an armored stoat. He would help her later. It seemed as if she was having no trouble at all with the curse on her side or against which ever way you looked at it.right now it seemed as if one of the four creatures was having trouble. Without a word he leapt off of the tree and ran into the fray. 
Three gray stoats appeared in front of him, weapons drawn. He stood there waiting for them to make the first move. The three swiftly attacked from all sides. one in the left, one on the right and the third in front of him. He gave a thin smile as he drew out two needles coded with poison from his sleeves. Dodging the right stoats sword swing, he sweeped out his leg and he fell on his back, hard. Glancing towards his left he saw a double bladed battle ax coming towards his head. swiftly he leaned his head back seeming to look up at the sky the swing missed his face by mere inches. Without hesitation he tackled the ax wielding stone onto the ground and finding a opening in the armor he plunged it, into the Stoats side. He received in agonized scream, he didn’t wait long to see if the creature was dead or not. Behind him, his second opponent came charging. The sword wielding stoat came at him blade gleaming in the light in front. The stoat swung upwards seeing this the assassin slid underneath. Leaping up he turned to face his second enemy. 
The black eyed, gray furred stoats snarled at him.  “you’re dead trader”
The assassin showed no emotion as he jumped up and sliding down going in between his enemies legs. With practiced ease he plunged the two needles into the stoat's legs. Roaring in pain he turned around facing the now standing assassin. Putting away his poison and blood covered weapons he got into a fighting stance. The stoat did likewise, circling one another The eyed each other‘s movements. The dark blue robed creature let his dark blue ice flash silver momentarily. He ran forward all of a sudden the stoat tried to block his attacks with his arms but he was too quick. Grabbing hold of the larger creatures arms he jumped up and did a backward flip slamming the stoat face down on the ground. Grabbing hold of this still breathing creature‘s neck he squeezed until the stoat went limp. With one Postel around the unconscious creatures neck he grabbed one of the stoats ears and pulled back sharply using his full strength. There was an audible snap as the creatures neck broke in two.
So focused was the assassin on his second enemy that he didn’t notice the third stoat creeping up behind him. He plunged two Spears into his back. He screamed in pain. Before the speares could do any more damage. the third stoat was grabbed from behind by black thorny vines. Two more vines came out of the ground behind the assassin carefully and quickly the vines wrapped around the handles and poured out the weapons.
“ well I guess I made it just in time to the bloodbath.” 
The assassin turned around to the speaker Who had hopefully saved his life. A gray rat with violet eyes and black horns was petting one of the vines, as if it were her pet. She smiled and nodded to the assassin. 
“ well dun jinstar. Are you going to be all right fighting by yourself?“ She asked while taking out her sword
He gave her an odd and the rats seem to be satisfied with this. She turned around glaring at the white mouse. 
“ this ends today sister!“ She called out while running towards the white mouse in question
 sister? The assassin was confused but he didn’t have long to ponder this thought because four more of his enemies came at him. Drawn out a dagger he smiled remembering these four. Like him they were assassins, but unlike him they were wearing black robes with Red boots and gloves. With his paw he back in for them to come, to him. This action was a challenge and the assassins took the bait.
Four against one, all five creatures fighting for victory. Paw against Paw, poison weapon against poison weapon it was an equal match of strength. But it was very different when you included the heart. This young creature was willing to kill those who killed his family and any others who dare try to separate any other families. Ask for the four other assassins well they were willing to kill any beast that stood in their way and their former companion was no different.
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Storm was not surprised when she found a few of the redwallers and The entire 50 vermin that were led under her sisters control fighting. After she was done helping the jinstar for that’s what she assumed at the time. she rushed over to her sister while dodging vermin left and right. She swept her blade underneath a weasels paws making him lose his footing. She punched a fox in the chest and winced forgetting that she wasn’t fully healthy to be fighting. Dodging and hitting more of her enemy she got closer to her sister. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw around 2 vermin laying dead. They were covered in so much blood that she couldn’t even tell what they were. 
“ that is gruesome… really gruesome.“ she said as she glimpsed a bit of their deaths by none other than sweet kind innocent Melanda
“This is going to be a long day.“ She told herself while stabbing a stoat in the shoulder
The young rat was definitely not surprised that this battle was even taking place. She felt the Bbett die instantly on her way here and when she heard that scream she knew that something definitely happened. She would have to ask the redwaller‘s what happened later. Slicing her blade across a weasels face shoe quickly kicked him in the stomach and moved on. A few minutes later she was battling with a fox. then she heard something behind her. Turning around she saw the mad crazed look that Melanda was giving the fox. 
Storm wasn’t an idiot; she's slowly backed away from her bloodthirsty friend. When she was out of her friend's site, Melanda launched herself at the fox who was wielding a curved dagger. He stabbed her arm and she granted in pain. Storm didn’t stick around to see what would happen next. But just as she was leaving, she turned and gave her friend a quick glance. She hadn’t noticed that her friend was covered in blood coming from different wounds. Turning around she ran towards her sister once again. 
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Upon the ramparts every beast were throwing river stones or shooting arrows. Timothy could see that Tam, Ivy, Maxine and Duggy were starting to slow down. Timothy had shot one of the vermin that was fighting with Duggy, The Highlander squirrel took care of the rest. Currently Timothy was trying and failing to ame for his sister. He pulled back and fired once again, but he only got a weasel in the eye. Cursing out in old ferry before firing again, The arrow nearly got his sister.
“Ugh, I can’t get a clear shot!” he yelled out to no beast in particular 
“Here’s a suggestion old been!“ Called out Ferdmon “stop aiming at your crazed sister and more of the vermin that are attacking tam and the others, wot!”
Growling in anger he began firing more in the middle of the army. They didn’t know how long they would last. The vermin seem to be overwhelming even his little sister. 
“Storm please tell me you brought a secret weapon besides your magic. Come on little sis we need a miracle.” He said with some desperation.
“Every beast down there firing arrows at us now!“ yelled skipper
Timothy just hard The call, he ducked as an arrow with past his ear. Has green eyes were filled with more then a little bit of worry now. The arrows kept on coming and coming. they didn’t seem to be slowing down. Every beast on the rampart were now lying flat on the ground. Timothy knew that they couldn’t offer any more support unless those archers were to be taken out.
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Tam cut down another enemy with his sword. He wiped a paw over his head while taking a quick breath of air. He was now starting to slow down and the others were looking none the better. A tall muscular stoat appeared in Tam’s vision. He was Swinging a battle ax at his head. He blocked the weapons Projectory just in time. Then there came a woosh and thud. The fox had a look of surprise on his face before staggering back.
“Well well well aren’t you big love.” Said a voice at had a British accent behind the fox
The vermin around them seem to freeze at the voice. There was the sound of a sword being drawn out of its sheath. Then a sword with ghostly blue flames ran through the creature's chest armor and all. The dead fox fell over revealing a dark blue robed creature with a midnight blue cloak concealing most of its face.
Tam stared at the stranger with curiosity. He had never seen a sword like the creature was holding right now before. The stranger leaned against it and seem to smile.
“Now what’s all this mates? I thought you would’ve put up a much more better fight but it seems I was wrong. A pity really, I just killed three of my fellow assassins.the fourth ran into the woods like a coward. Oh well, I’ll hunt for him later.“
Maxine and Ivy had seen quite a few strange things in their lives. But they didn’t know what to make of this strange cloud creature nor did the two warriors' squirrels. They all weren’t sure if they should feel relieved, suspicious or confused.
“Curse you traitor!” Some beast yelled out
Slowly the figure turned in the speakers direction. Tam blinked and the next Instant the figure had a throwing knife in his paw. “Say that to my face, love, I dare you!“
The figure side when he got no response. Just as swiftly as the blade appeared it was gone. The stranger walked over to the four creatures and nodded. The five allies now stood back to back ready to defend redwall to there last breath. But just as both sides were riding themselves to attack, a thunderous roar cut through the air.
“Eulaliaaaa!!!”
A big male black Badger burst out of the Woodlands a mace clutched in his paw. He did not look happy in the least, foam dripped from his mouth and his eyes were beginning to turn pink. Midnight was not a happy badger.
He gave out a thunderous roar before all hell gates broke loose once again. Tam and the others smiled at one another, even the hooded assassin gave a slight smile of approval. Midnight cost mass destruction as he threw vermin over his shoulder as if they wade nothing. Swinging and pounding his mace into the ground he crushed vermin with ease. Jacks who was still perched on his forehead jumped off. As midnight launched himself at a group of weasel archers. The Golden furred mouse popped out blue insect like wings and flew over the army. The fairy mouse smiled as he created an icy wind that froze a couple of vermin in ice.
Jacks couldn’t have been more different from midnight. while the badger was crushing and squeezing the life out of the creatures who had dared to in prison him. Jacks was laughing as he froze the ground underneath a few soldiers who were running out him arrows raised ready to shoot him down. They slipped and stumbled as the ground underneath them turned to ice. Jacks laughed as he stole one of their bow and arrow‘s. The ferry used his abilities to his advantage, shooting down any vermin that tried to sneak up on midnight.
The battle had now turned in the redwallers favor. But there was one more conflict that needed to be solved before the day was done.
== Chapter 10 deaths Deed ==
When every beast on the ramparts heard the all-too-familiar battle cry of hairs and Badgers. they all lept to their paws realizing that there were no more arrows flying overhead. Timothy smiled as soon as he spotted the black badger practically destroying most of the army single pawed, with a fairy mouse of all creatures not far off. Timothy shook his head smiling, magic had been gone for nearly 1700 seasons, now it was slowly returning. The white mouses green eyes shined with hope for the first time in a long time.
Ferdmon gave a whoop of joy before bringing out his sling. “ when this is all done, I’ll eat 20 pies with a side of stew, salad and maybe a bit of that woodland flan…mmmm…“
Timothy looked over at Skipper, as he grabbed his bow. The otter just shook his head and grinde. Hairs, even in battle they always thought of food. The two were not surprised in the least. 
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Tam couldn’t help but smile, they were going to win. Even though he was exhausted he smiled knowing that his family and friends would be safe.
The Hooded assassins gave a slight smile as well, but then he found as he noticed out of the corner of his eye a small fight taking place with three certain creatures. One of them was just reaching the two who were currently fighting. He didn’t have the heart to tell the Warrior squirrel next to him what was happening. His dark blue midnight ice flashed with uncertainty for the outcome of this fight. Signing he drew out his sword and fist the remaining few soldiers who were still alive.
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A few minutes earlier:
Melanda Macburl could only see silver there was so much of it. it felt as if she was drowning in it. She heard a voice, you are me and I am you eternity shall bond us too! In truth it was maddening but couldn’t escape it. This odd silver void and this even odder bone chilling voice had a tight hold on her mind. She could still feel her body moving and fighting? it felt as if she were a puppet being controlled by a master. 
She did not know how long she was in that state, but as soon as she opened her eyes, Melanda was met with a certain pair of light green eyes filled with hatred and loathing.
Her body felt like one massive ache. Stab wounds, cuts and dried blood covered most of her body. She felt exhausted, it felt as if she was ready to collapse at any minute. The only thing stopping her was the white mouse gaze on hers. Melanda could still see a bit of silver at the edges of her vision.
“ W, what happened?“ She asked still a bit groggy
Daisy Sneered at the squirrel made. She’d spent seasons upon seasons waiting for this moment. A bloody bruised and battered squirrel was standing right in front of her, she had higher expectations but this would have to do.
“So this is what lukens bloodline has come to, huh?” she replied mockingly
Melanda glared not knowing why she felt such a loathing for this mouse. They had just met after all, haven’t they? The next words that she spoke made Melanda snap.
“You are nothing more than a week mongrel, you’re a mistake, you’re a worthless life you accursed legend blood.”
Melanda didn’t know what happened next but she thought she heard the mouse mates scream in surprise and fear. The young recorder launched herself at the mouse made tackling her to the ground biting, scratching and kicking, giving no mercy to the creature who dared insult her.
Melanda raked her claws across Daisy’s face leaving a few bloody gash marks on her cheek and muzzle.
Daisy scrambled back not realizing that she would get such a violent reaction. Thinking fast she grabbed for an Iron dagger hidden in her sleeve. When she looked up next she was met with the mad, bloodthirsty silver gaze of the Abby recorder. A twisted mad smile tugged at the squirrels lips before she tackled Daisy onto the ground again.
Melanda grabbed Daisy‘s neck in her paws. she began squeezing harder and harder wanting desperately for this creature to die. In a burst of panic and desperation, Daisy brought the dagger to the squirrels neck and slashed at it. As Melanda scrambled to get up Blood flew from her neck and she let out a gurgled cry of surprise and out rage.
Melanda s vision was slowly returning to normal. She felt herself reaching up touching her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. She felt herself returning to reality but not fast enough. Daisy saw her chance and took it. Hoping that the squirrel made would not see her, she carefully walked behind her.
For a moment she managed to get on top of the squirrel mades back. Surprised at the sudden weight on her back Melanda tried shaking off her assailant. Knowing that she didn’t have much time Daisy changed her hold on the blade. With the hilt in her paws she brought it down hard on the squirrels back. There was The sound of a bone cracking. Daisy didn’t have long to find out if she broke melandas back or not, because at that moment some beast grabbed her by the back of her neck and threw her away from the squirrel.
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Melanda felt herself fall on to the ground. She gave a small gasp of pain, but it felt as if her chest were burning. With every small intake of breath, it felt like a new wave of sharp pain was coursing through her body. The battle must have still been going on because she could hear fighting taking place somewhere far off. The sounds around her felt louder than they should be, her was very beginning to grow cold. The inside and outside of her body felt ice cold. 
Sometime later she found herself slipping into unconsciousness. Her vision slowly turning black before her eyes She could barely hear anything now, it was as if the world had gone silent. But then it was as if something had stopped her untimely death. For the breakfast of times she thought she saw a magnificent bird made out of purple fire, stars seeming to cover its body. It’s Galaxy like eyes bore into hers with kindness and reassurance. Then she feeds her way into the black void. Soon she couldn’t feel anything, not the ground underneath her, not the pain from her many wounds, not even the single ghostly tear from the Star Phoenix.
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Storm glared at her sister. She had just tried to kill her sister! Wait what? What ‘was she even thinking?! Melanda was definitely not her sister. The rat shook her head and focused.
She walked over to her sister's sword in paw, not daring to show any emotion. But as she drew near, she saw something. Storm had never seen anything like this before. Daisy had a white aura around her body, symbolizing her soul and life. but it was changed and not for the better. A black flame light mist was also surrounding her sister's soul. It almost looked as if Daisy was bearing two souls instead of one.
“This is impossible. I can’t be seeing two souls and one creature right?“ She asked herself
“so we meet at last sister! “ Daisy sneered wile getting up.
Storm on the other paw didn’t reply. Daisy looked down and found a discarded sword. She picked it up and was ready to duel her own sister. The two began circling one another watching each other‘s movements carefully. Storm made the first move. Daisy parade her sister is a tack with ease. This cot storm off guard, Daisy was no fighter she wanted to be a healer and only a healer.
 where in the Devons name did she learn how to use a sword! A bloody sword! She screamed in her mind
The two exchanged below after blow luckily storm managed to dodge her sisters every attempt to injure her. Storm was not going back into the infirmary anytime soon. She managed to stab her sister over and over again. On her right shoulder, her left knee, her left paw and above her right eye. To put it Daisy was no expert on wielding a sword. But still it unnerved storm slightly, her sister somehow was able to hold her own ground while she attacked. It looked as if Daisy was not used to fighting with the sword and yet, she looked as if she was born to fight.
As if reading her thoughts daisy answered as she dodged another swing from her sword. “ you’re probably wondering, how I can fight you little one. it’s quite simple really, I am two spirits In one. i’m daisy and I’m the queen of queens. The kings of fire Will be very surprised when they see you in the afterlife.“
 This didn’t make any sense whenever Daisy would try to use a sword before all of this mess started, she could barely lift it up let alone fight another creature with it. By the Phoenix king of the earth, she stayed out of all village disputes and fights if possible. Daisy picked fights with other creatures if she did then it was mainly at the brigadiers, that was around it.
Storms eyes grew wide for a moment. that was impossible she thought only one creature in history ever said The kings of fire. It couldn’t be her could it? Daisy wouldn’t be so stupid as to agree to… oh eclipse no.
“Darflartha, mongrel! She screeched what have you done!”
Storm couldn’t bear to do her duty. She would have to kill her sister in order to separate the sole bonded to her sisters own. Morgana's soul to be precise. The young death forest spirit didn’t care if she saw the aura of death around her sister or not. She didn’t care if she felt the tug at her soul, symbolizing a creatures demise at any moment. Storm's eyes blurred with tears but she refused to cry. Morgana would never see her cry through her sister’s eyes. Storms gase was still fixed on her sister but she was different now. Her moves seemed automatic as if she were letting her body take over. Her violet eyes grew dimer and dimer as the fight continued. The spark of life that shined if rarely, in her eyes was beginning to die.
With one final swing she aimed for sisters chest. Not caring where the wound lay she struck. Daisy‘s eyes went wide she felt blood gushing from her chest. Not able to see her own sister fall and die in front of her. storm dropped her sword and walked away, not looking back less she sees her sisters corpse. Storm begin to make her way toward the Center of the battlefield but stopped a few feet away. She turned her gaze on to the grasslands staring ahead. 
One of her vines appeared next to her holding a sword. It dropped it at it’s mistresses foot paws waiting to see any response. When the vine got no response from its mistress it tugged at her dark purple dress. Storm felt something tugging her dress. when she looked down she saw one of her vines. The vine seemed to look up at her then it pointed to something at her foot paws. She picked it up realizing that it was a sword. When she looked more closely, Storm raised an eyebrow. 
The vine just gave her a nod. Storm side and grabbing a paw full of her cloak. she began to clean the bloody blade. Having something to focus on other than the spirits and corpses around her, she began cleaning the weapon. She gave the Vine a side ways glands and asked. “Did you steal it from him? tell the truth.“
The vine gave a sheepish nod. Storms side I’ll return it to Tam after I’m done cleaning it. Next time tell me if you’re going to steal any weapons from my father… I mean friends.” She corrected.
In her mind the vine chuckled, storm gave it a look. “I am not referring to the macburls as my family and I’m definitely not referring to tam as my father, got it.” She said her cheeks growing with embarrassment.
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Daisy fell onto the ground clutching at her wound. Morgana spoke in her mind.
 Do you really think your sister can kill me! 
“Find, which why don’t you tell me how I can get rid of you!“ Daisy spat back
 Usually I don’t tell creatures how to destroy this, retrieve that, but for you I will make an exception.“ Morgana replied sweetly. “ you will have to plunge your sisters blade into your chest, when it is in dagger form. Then Your sister will have to simply Have to find a sword of great legend and stab you in the back!“ Morgana giggled “ doesn’t that sound wonderful. you get to kill yourself and your sister would get to kill you.Oh, But I know you want to do it, because You’ll end up dying!“
Daisy stared a head not wanting to believe what she was hearing. If Morgana was right, which Daisy didn’t doubt if she was being honest, then that would mean she would die but if she had to die then she would die doing the right thing. One last good act after all the bad things that she was forced to do.
Daisy once again stared at her sister's sword now turned into a dagger. Did storm even realize that she had left her weapon behind, probably not. She reached over and grabbed it just in time as the gates swung open.
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Midnight turned to the remaining vermin who began to flee after seeing most of their Comrades die. The badger snarled before saying. “Run now or die along with the other scum!”
The vermin didn’t hesitate if possible they increased their pace. From a moment midnight thought he saw a black squirrel in the middle of the retreating creatures. The badger shook his head he must’ve been seeing things.
The badger Side in relief, truth he hadn’t even broken a sweat. Of course he was tired but he was not exhausted. Jack’s flew up to him and smiled. Midnight put out a paw and the mouse obligingly collapsed onto the larger creatures outstretched paw. The winter fairy side in relief as he catch his breath.
“ That was fun midnight… Did you see… How I froze some of those… Dimwits… Ha… I’m tired.“
The badger side. “jacks language and yes I’m sure you’re tired.“
“ sorry… You’re not tired! I feel as if I could sleep in snow!“
“Jacks you can sleep on snow.“ midnight pointed out bluntly
“Oh right.” He said. The golden mouse turned his green gaze onto the five creatures at the center of the bloody mess. Midnight followed his gaze and he nodded. The badger began to walk towards the small group just as the gates opened. 
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All of the otters and redwallers Who were on the ramparts came out of the Abbey. They were soon followed by Armel, sister screve, brooky  and a few other helpers. The pretty infirmary sister ran to the center of The battle. Brooky and screve stayed behind they look down at the unmoving form of Melanda.
For once brookie was not laughing her expression was sorrowful as was screves. The otter and mouse looked at one another not knowing what to say. Brookie broke the silence between them. “What are we gonna tell armel? she’ll be devastated.“
“ you won’t… Have to tell her… Anything love.“ a voice said in front of them.
The two looked up and saw a creature dressed in dark blue robes wearing a midnight blue cloak over his face. With a wave of his leather glove paw Melandas body lift it off of the ground. The two could only steering shock at the sudden action.
“Don't look so surprised… By the bloody devil fox you had a rat that could practically kill a creature with one wave of her paw living in your Abby for a time.“
“Wait what?!“ Screve asked an alarm 
“ Oh, no. I’m dealing with softies fantastic.“ The hooded creature hissed under his breath 
He turned around and began walking towards the small group The two mates following. None of them noticed Daisy standing her back against the red Stonewall. Every beast was too focused on finding any survivors or checking on the four occupants in the middle. Daisy smiled there was one more chance. She could kill the healer then her revenge would be complete. She didn’t have to kill the warrior after all. The healer yes she was The actual threat. If she were to have anymore children Lukens line would live on. she couldn’t have that happen.
Daisy began to make her way forward but she got closer her movements began to falter. As if something else was trying to stop her, or some beast.
“ I. will. not. let. you. hurt. her!“ Daisy growled with every step.
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Armel had stopped in her tracks when she saw storm. The rat was holding Martins sword in her paw. The pretty sister walked over and placed a paw on her shoulder. As much as she wanted to see if her husband was alright, armel felt like she should check on storm to see if everything was all right. 
“Are you all right?“ She asked
Storm turned looking at the infirmary sister. “I am fine.” she replied flatly
All of a sudden Armel hugged the young preacher. storm was surprise but she return the gesture. It felt good to be hugged by some beast now. The adrenaline was finally catching up to storm and she felt exhausted. She looked over the sisters shoulder and saw an unpleasant site. Deciding not to say anything storm kept quiet. 
Looking up at the sky she’s saw that the sun was setting. She smiled remembering what moonlight called sunsets and sunrises. dawning-flame and setting-fire. True they were odd things to call sunrises and sunsets, but it felt right. After all the sun was like a phoenix it came and went, they died and lived.
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The assassin walked towards Tam and the others. He didn’t want to face the Warriors wrath when he saw his daughter, but he reminded himself that he faced far worse than an angry father. He looked up from the ground and saw Maxine was helping Tam, while Ivy was helping duggy. It was odd seeing vermin helping woodlanders and woodlanders helping vermin. 
“ well my life has ended.“ He said to himself as he walked up to tam.
Tam looked up and he saw a site that made his body freeze. Bloody, battered, bruised and seemingly dead they’re floating right next to the assassin was his daughter. It felt as if Tam‘s World had come to an end. His family, his own daughter, was dead. Melanda was a source of joy in redwall, now she was gone. Duggy looked equally shocked. The two mages looked at one another then back at the limp figure floating beside the assassin. Ivy glared “well assassin what do you have to say?”
The assassin shrugged. “Don’t get your tails in a twist now. she aint dead love…”
Tam side in relief and the others were beginning to smile. The assassin continued bluntly. “Well she aint dead yet. her backs been cracked.”
Tam clenched his jaw and glared daggers at the assassin. “Why are you acting as if ye don’t care that my daughter is dead!“ He said coldly
Duggy, Ivy and Maxine looked at one another, their hackles rising. Out of all of them, Duggy had known tam the longest and he had never seen his friend speak that way before.
“ listen I’m saying she’s still bloody well alive. There’s a way to save your daughter!” the assassin snapped back
Tam responded in the same icy town. “oh really and with that be?“
The assassin gridded teeth, but forced himself to be calm. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to do so. From beneath his cloak he produced a small box. He shoved it in Tam’s paws saying. “This plant saved your ancestors life seasons ago. when one of his allies killed him, while trying to kill a supposed enemy which turned out to be an ally. The death forest spirit will know what to do with it once she sees it.“
The assassin turned his gaze on to Ivy and Maxine. “I am your ally whether you trust me or not.“ He growled while pulling down his hood.” I am jin night sky, jinstar, assassin, whatever you may call me, even though I came here to kill your daughter, I realized the truth in time. And I’d rather lose my paw than a life that hasn’t even done anything.“
He said, raising up his arm and pulling down his sleeve revealing the red fabric. Maxine had seen this Red piece of fabric before.” An assassin blood bond.” 
Duggy turned to the golden furred cat and asked ``what's that?“
“It’s a magical vow, in order for the fabric to be  removed from the assassin's wrist. They Will have to kill a creature that their master instructed them to kill or The creature that killed their families. If they don’t go through with it then the fabric was simply fall off.“ Maxine explained
Ivy raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound so bad.“ 
The gray squirrels snorted “ i’ll also lose my paw in the process.“
Ivy and duggy winced while maxine nodded inwardly cringing.Tam had not said a word through the entire event. He just kept on staring at the small box in his paws. He looked up and got a good look at the assassin in front of him. He was a gray squirrel with dark blue nearly black eyes and messy black head fur.
“ I still don’t trust ye, but if whatever is inside of  here and it can help save my daughter. Then I thank you.”
His eyes still held a slight miss trust for the Warriors squirrel and vice versa. Deciding to let this argument slide, for now, he forced himself to relax. Making enemies now was not a good idea; he had to gain the warriors' trust somehow. But right now it would be best if he’d leave. Maybe a few days or a season away would calm the tension between them, then again Jin could be wrong. Then he thought of something… but he wasn’t sure about it. He decided to take a chance, besides he wasn’t leave this place without leaving his mark on the Warriors squirrel.
Jin gave a smile that said he knew more than he was letting on. Then he spoke in a mysterious voice. “The poems are beginning to make sense. The two warriors' words are coming to pass. They're just one more deed that needs to be seen.“
“ what are…“ Began Duggy but The assassin had vanished as if he were never there.
Maxine noticed the still floating form of Melanda using her staff she kept the squirrels limp form from touching the ground. Somewhere up in a tree Jin released his holed on the squirrel's body. He turned his gaze to the woodlands and ran off drawing out his sword ready to kill his remaining enemies.
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The four creatures shook out of their slightly shocked states and stared at the box in tams paws.
“What do you suppose is inside?” asked Ivy
“Who knows.” commented Duggy 
“I still don’t trust him.” Mumbled Tam
“Ya know what  I don’t trust.” said Maxine
“What?” Tam asked 
“That!” Replied Maxine pointing at the seen in front of them
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Midnight had stopped walking towards the five figures. This confused jacks. The badger had been staring at the two arguing creatures for a while now. He didn’t understand why they were just sitting here doing nothing when they could be over there helping them. The ferry was quick to complain to his friend. Midnight didn’t react, his expression was Stoney and unreadable. Jacks turned his gaze to the little group once again. The fairy blinked and the odd blue robe figure was gone. 
“ where did he go?“ Wondered the fairy out loud.
“The assassin went off into the Woodlands seeking his enemies.“ replied midnight in a soft tone.
Jacks wasn’t sure what midnight was talking about but he trusted the badger's judgment nonetheless. After all it was midnight who had rescued him when he was only one season old. Jacks shook his head not wanting to think about that.
“OK… Why are we going over and helping them?“ He asked gesturing with his paw to the small group ahead of them
Midnight look down at the small creature sitting in his paw and smiled softly, in a wise tone that usually meant there would be no argument he said. “It is not our time to interact with these creatures. We will meet them again in the season of new life. Our destiny for right now will be following the assassin. In the Woodlands we will be living for a while. When winter arrives and the assassin is not with us one night. we Will not go looking for him he will find a very special friend when trying to end his own suffering.“
Jacks stared up at the Badger very much confused. Half the time the young mouse didn’t know what the badger was saying, but in one way or another his words always came true. The young mouse fiddled around with his dirty tunic and gave a hesitant nod. 
The badger smiled and turned away from redwall knowing that it would be in good paws. Midnight placed Jacks on his right shoulder, while shouldering his mace on his other side. The Golden furred mouse blew back his snow white bangs from his face as he took one final look at the red stone building. He turned away, midnight had always told him never to look too far into the past, but to look ahead to the future and to stay in the present.
The mouse's wings twitched slightly as a cold breeze hit him softly in the face. Winter was a season away, but autumn felt more like winter than anything else. Of course it was warm, but still it felt slightly colder than it usually should be this early in autumn.
The seasons were changing and so was the land. Jacks and midnight both felt the magic slowly returning to Mossflower.
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If there was any point in daisies life that she could’ve changed it would be this one. Morgana had taken over her mind and body before but this time it was stronger than ever. The other creatures were too busy to not notice her not yet anyway. She had snuck up behind her sister or tried to. She was talking to the squirrel healer after separating from their hog of course. The squirrel wife seemed to be comforting her sister. It disgusted Morgana, but it gave Daisy a spark of hope. It wasn’t full of light but rather it was surrounded by darkness.
Her hope was to have her sister kill her or more like help her kill the demon inside of her. In daisies or Morgana‘s mind storm had not noticed her yet. She was looking down with tears still falling down her face. The demon inside of her couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“ your sister is more pathetic than I thought.“ She commented
Daisy didn't reply she was somewhere else thinking of what could’ve been, what should’ve been. Morgana forced Daisys paw to take out a black ring with a bright blood red ruby at its center, out of her cloak. Morgana smiled as Daisy cringed inwardly. The feeling of black magic coursing through her body felt unnatural. It was cold, evil and dark. She felt tears streaming down her face, but Daisy knew better. These weren’t ordinary cares they were blood tears tears a sign of a creature using dark magic.
virgam autem tractus staff of darkness
When daisies vision cleared she looked down at her paw. Her eyes grew wide in fear and horror. there tightly held in her paw was the greatest feared symbol of the king of darkness. Daisy felt her face go pale, beads of sweat we’re beginning to form on her brow. How did Morgana obtain this weapon. It was said to have been lost. Once more she tried fighting against her so-called masters grip but it was to no use. Her paw shot out without her consent and it grabbed the healer by the back of her neck roughly. Swiftly she threw her onto the ground hard. 
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Storm looked up from the ground when armel yelled in surprise. Storm up sharply they’re standing A few yards away from her was Daisy. For a moment storm wondered how she even gotten that far in the first place. She shook her head remembering that if some-based had two sowls their strength increased. Storm inwardly cursed while reaching for martins sword. Just then Daisy let out a piercing shriek. If any beast wasn’t already looking they all were now.
Inwardly and outwardly storm cringed as she heard her sisters mad insane laugh.
“ 1700 seasons! I’ve waited, I’ve watched, I’ve lived through wars and this is what the great kings of fire have to offer! A mortal healer!” 
Daisy was holding the staff in her paw and with the other she held storms dagger by its chain. Inwardly storm cursed the blasted which, again. Daisy had her boot pressed firmly on the infirmary sisters chest. 
Storm quickly looked around the badger and mouse were gone. That was not good. Every beast else looked as if they wanted to harm her sister. Storm knew better and it seemed her brother knew better as well. She’s saw him go to the otter… Skipper she believed and whisper in his ear. The otter seemed reluctant but nodded. All of the otters took a step back storm then quickly glanced over to see Tam being held back by Ivy and duggy. Maxine stood to the side keeping Melandas body up in the air with her magic. The cat to say the least look disgusted.
“Let. Me.Go! Get your paws off of me, now!” Tam roared
Storm felt bad for the two creatures holding him back but it was either that or…. Storm didn’t want to think about that now. She had to do something anything. Armel was practically a mother figure to her and couldn't let her die…. Storm then glanced back in the pair and saw that there was an aura of dark purple nearly black magic surrounding her sister on top of her other two auras. Storm gulped as she felt the sharp tug of her own soul.
No no please no! I can’t go through with this. She thought frantically I can’t go through with it. No please… NO.
Storm could feel vile rising in her throat. Tear stung her eyes but she quickly wiped them away. This couldn’t be how this battle ended right? She looked down at the hilt of the sword of Martin. Raising up her head she looked back-and-forth, between the hilt and her sister with the captive healer.
Why did it have to be her of all creatures why did she have to take on this duty of death and despair. Why did it have to be her, why did it have to be her duty to kill… Her sister. Storm had always despised her sister she didn’t know why but she never liked her. Now she didn’t want to kill the creature that she always hated. It was conflicting she wanted to kill her and she didn’t want to kill her.
Storm was brought back to reality when she heard her sister screaming in absolute rage. She saw that her sister had the pointed edge of the staff near the sisters chest. Then everything that happened next seemed to be in slow motion. Faintly she could hear Tam screaming in the background and she could faintly hear what her sister was saying. She knew what to do.  
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The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Daisy looked down at the healer ready to plunge the staff into her chest, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t go through this. she said that she wouldn’t hurt the healer. That was her intention, she gripped the chain that held her sisters dagger firmly. To every beast else who weren’t distracted with their own thoughts or screaming in tams case, watched in confusion as Daisy seemed to be arguing with herself.
“By my mothers dead spirit! I will not obey you! I have obeyed you for two seasons straight! I am gone through with every plan that you filled into my head! Well it stops now you want to see blood! I’ll give you blood!”
“ you foolish mortal mouse! I gave you everything you’ve ever wanted, attention from your father, jealousy and pain from your sister!” 
“Ones I may have wanted that, but now I realized you have gone the over the edge! I am my own creature! I’m going to decide my own destiny and yours!” 
Daisy's head thrashed around as if she were not in control. Her long white messy head fur whipped back and fourth, making a soft swishing sound. All of the sudden the paw that held storms dagger hovered over her still slightly bleeding chest. The staff was still held above Armel chest, it was anybeast’s game now. With a sudden forceful thrust forward, Daisy brought the dagger to her chest and stabbed herself with it. She let out a smart ass but pain as blood began to fall rapidly downThe white mouse his body. A small trickle of blood also began to fall from Daisy’s mouth, she coughed into her sleeve, which put it away but stand the gray fabric.
A Cackle escaped Daisys mouth as she replied. “ do you really think that worked! don’t you remember our little conversation from earlier! The death for spirit Will have to kill you as well!” 
“I know that and you will never ever win! One day you will be defeated!“Daisy snapped back
”How dare you! I’m Morgana que…” 
“Stay. Away. From. My. MOTHER!” Snarled a voice behind Daisy
All of a sudden there was a sound of a sword stabbing through flesh and bone. A sword stuck out of Daisy's chest, she looked down shocked. Slowly go blade receded from her body, leaving if any more blood to spill on the ground. Daisy tried turning to see who had killed her but before she could see, she fell onto her her side odead.
Armel scrambled to get up, shocked at the fact that she nearly died and that some beast… Her killer was dead. All eyes turn to see storm her head bowed, eyes closed holding the blood soaked sword of Martin in her paw. Death  had done it’s deed upon that day. And for the first time in redwall history the sword of Martin the warrior had killed a mouse.
Storm dropped the sword and walked over to her sisters lifeless form. She knelt down and stared not moving. She closed her violet eyes and spoke in a barely distinctive whisper, but in the silence that followed it was loud and clear.
“May Luken guide your path daisy. Forgive me sister… I love you…“
== Chapter 11 history repeats itself … Sort of ==
== Book 2 two warrior maidens ==
== Book 3 the battle of light and darkness ==
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