| Subject: Like LotR? I don't think so; the plot is -completely- different. Except for the part that people are at war...O.o Chapter One. |
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Date Posted: 14:31:27 12/30/02 Mon
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Retina
's message, "The Alliance Saga: Novel" on 20:36:34 12/28/02 Sat
Chapter One
The morning brought no new joy with it. The autumn air was crisp, and the gales cold. Most creatures in the southern area stayed behind the dark walls of Southsward, as it provided shelter from the drafts.
Inside Castle Floret, a squirrel went hurdling down the long corridors, resembling a flash of red fire as she darted around the corner quickly, into intersecting hallway. Into the royal throneroom she went, green cape flying wildly behind her. She gave a short, respectful nod towards the Prince and King of Southsward before stammering out, "It has begun! Salamandastron is almost attacked. The war has begun."
King Lyden Pinethorn sat up straight in his chair, black eyes darting to the messenger squirrel as he inquired, "How many?"
"At least fifteen hundred strong!" the squirrel said, fiery auburn eyes meeting those of her king. She was called Firebrand, named both because of her fire-red fur, and of the trouble she either caused, or brought with her. This time, it was the latter.
Lyden sighed gravely, bowing his head down. "That is ill news."
Firebrand nodded, a simple bob of her head. She opened her mouth, as if there was something more she wished to stay, but she closed it again hesitantly. It was Prince Alexander who noticed, and realized something was amiss. He raised an eyebrow and said sharply, "What news of Redwall Abbey?"
The squirrelmaiden winced visibly, and tentatively said, "Winterfang is on the move. Abbot Julius has gathered the NORT, Guosim, and Waterhogs to Redwall. Their number reaches barely five hundred. If they had seeked Salamandastron's help, they would have gained five hundred more, but the mountain of fire is also in dire position."
"Father," Alexander said, and turned to Lyden quickly, brown eyes wide with concern. "We must help! Stormclaw knows not about Southsward; if we aid, he will not expect it!"
Lyden nodded in agreement, but Firebrand voiced her distress. "I wish to help our fellow goodbeasts also, but there are so many to assist. Redwall and Salamandastron both will need help, and there are other places out there, like various squirrel tribes, and--"
"Firebrand," Alexander sighed, and the squirrelmaiden stopped speaking, her auburn eyes glued to the prince, wide and imploring. Alexander shook his head. "We cannot aid all of these, and if we seperate, our strength lessens. We must choose. Father?"
But squirrels' eyes turned to the King, and Lyden thought for a moment before he said, "So be it. We shall stop first at Redwall, for the Abbey and Salamandastron are the two greatest allies versus the Enemy, and Salamandastron is more experienced in the art of war. Send news to the General to ready the army, we leave for Redwall Abbey at sunset."
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