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Mossyra of the II
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Date Posted: 23:35:10 08/17/07 Fri
A few seasons earlier, on the same day Rose was born, a wind swept across the distant land of Mossflower, sprinkling some raindrops on the burning gates of Redwall Abbey. They still crackled with fire despite the efforts to put them out, but Warlord Juntil wasn't concerned. New gates would be built. For now he was content to let them burn as he gazed triumphantly ay his prize. Redwall Abbey!
Red sandstone walls with smaller wallgates and one mian gate surrounded the fresh grass with a pond, orchard, belltower, and garden. But the main building, where Redwallers could fall back into when the need arose, that was what captivated him. A weather vane and high roof, with windows dotting every floor. It was all his now. His to rule from, to hold all of Mossflower, to defeat even the legendary Salamandastron. All his.
For a moment he paused to glance comtemptuously at the beasts that had dared defy him. They were bound and guarded with the badger kept far apart from the others and watched by five foxes. The babes were huddled together, a few appearing frightened but most bright-eyed and angry. The others varied. Mice, squirrels, voles, mole, hedgehogs, and even a few brawny otters. Conquered now, if not broken. He would let them live, for now.
Far away, on the northland coast, a small male mouse was born. His mother smiled down at him and murmured, "My little Martin."
In Redwall, the Tapestry started to fade and the Late Rose began to wilt.
Hope was dying.
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