Soldier Story: Prologue
This is my first fanfic on here. I have written before, but I didn't post anything until now. It's set in Mossflower Country a long time in the future.
Thalliope Fessel had no idea what had been going on in Mossriver. The small city which was situated near the ancient Redwall Abbey had been feeling the tight economical times as well as anybody else. The Fessel & Fitzmond Company had taken one of the largest hits, but what shocked the tall, auburn-furred squirrel the most was the disrepair most of the company buildings were in when he returned. Granted, it had been twenty seasons since he had left his hometown to grow the business, but he thought he had left it in good paws.
Thal stuck his paws in his pockets as he walked the grounds, a half …
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This is my Christmas/Winter/New Years gift to all of you, all my RW friends! =D I love you all so much!!! ^^ So yeah, this is what I've been working on for the past month... :s But now it's finished, I can hopefully get back to DoR next month, when I won't be so busy. I wanted to finish this in time for Christmas, so it's not the greatest... feels a bit rushed to me... but I hope you enjoy it anyway. :} It's actually a crossover with Rise of the Guardians, which might sound weird, but I loved the idea so much. x] It's with Jack and the ARWT characters. If you haven't seen RotG... well, this story shouldn't really have too many spoilers, or you could go watch it, then read the story. ;) I hope you enjoy it anyway, even if you don't understan…Read more >
From the haunts of the island one will rise,
Furious warrior with the stars in her eyes.
Find the one who waits beside the sable path of old,
Waiting for the one who will avenge the past untold.
Look upon the treasure with eyes anew,
Find the dark one and her promise to you.
Story by story, day by day,
Only time will tell whose tale to portray.
An enemy you thought vanquished arises from the dark.
Black as night, starry light, the vixen makes her mark.The sun set on the island of the Marlfoxes. The castle, once so proud and stately, lay in ruins, a pile of stones and timber. The guards and soldiers lay somewhere under the rubble, slain. The High King Mokkan, also, was dead. The only living creatures left were the shoals of pike in the water.
Or were…Read more >
Karalea strained and tugged at the rope. She looked to her right, where her brother, Landis, and several other slaves hauled at the huge stone. Landis glanced at her and smiled. She shook her brown head at him. "No," she tried to mouth. "Stay silent. Don't draw attention to yourself."
A groan arrested her attention. She jerked her head around and saw that an old squirrel had fallen. Karalea had talked to him once or twice, but she was far better acquainted with his son Felldoh. Now, the squirrel lay on the ground with a young mouse bending over him.
Karalea instinctively glanced at Hisk, who didn't look happy. He raised his whip. "Here, keep movin', you lot!" he ordered. Then he turned on the squirrel.
"Get up, you!" he yelled. When the squir…Read more >
Ok, so I finished my story called Warrioress. But I decided to add a short epilogue in which Marion explains to Martin where she was while he was off in Mossflower battling enormous wildcat queens. (Not the most normal siblings in the world).
The reunited pair made camp that night under several oak trees. Martin stirred up a roaring fire.
"Aaah." Marion stretched out her paws to the warmth. Her brother nodded at the jagged white scars.
"Where'd you get these?"
Marion smiled ruefully. "I was kidnapped by one of Badrang's patrols a short time after you must have been. When I saw Badrang for the first time, I lost control and attacked him- unarmed. It took eight of them to get me off him. Then he did this." She extended her paw…Read more >
Ok. So clearly this is not real. This is fan fiction. I thought it was really sad that Martin didn't have any family. Obviously, after the whole situation with Rose of Noonvale, I couldn't write a love story. And since Sayna and Luke are dead, I couldn't have Martin on a quest for his parents. So I thought of this idea instead. I am not saying it's good. I had a LOT of issues to work through with this story. Anyway, enjoy...
Marion bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her paws always ached, but they rarely hurt like this. She glanced over at the two vixens standing beneath a spreading honey locust tree. As usual, Lady Redflash and her mother, Moonfang, were engaged in a heated argument. Marion stood up and slipped off to the river…
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The Diamond Maid
By Stormflash Diamond
I have heard the Dibbuns ask about me. My past. How I came to be the Abbey Warrior. So I am telling this tale to the Abbey Recorder, Nightbird Star. This tale is the tale of my past, and how I came to the Abbey. It is a tale of greatness, treachery, and deceit. It is about what happened when I ran away, and killed my uncle, Skipper of Otters. It is how I turned from a restless young maid to...me. I apologize for rambling, these summer days are making me tired. But all I can do is try my best to relate the story as I can and tell you to bring good spirits and lots of food, this journey into my youth shall take awhile. I shall now begin my yarn.
Enot Sarg and his motley band had been trudging about the mar…
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Echoes of Oceans, Tears of the Sea,
Were they worth tears of such as we?
The rose colored tears for which blood was shed,
Their owner shed them into the sea,
Forever safe from greed's clutches they'll be,
No more shall evil stain them red.
These seven tears shed,
A curse to the dead,
Though Ignasa's good will,
These none can fulfill.
Well everyone, this is it. The third and final book of my beloved 'Tears of the Ocean' trilogy. The previous book is The Ocean's Echoes. I know I spoiler a lot of things, but so far I've been able to keep most of this book under wraps. It's gonna be fun! (and tragic/bloody) *ahem coughcough*
Yes, that brings me to the matter of violence in this book. There is quite a bit. (I mean, come on. We're starting a four-w…
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Author's note: This is not exactly a story, though I have thought up several plot ideas for these characters and written other pieces. It's simply a dialogue between two characters. It's more of a push to get started with writing again, and to start posting on here. I figured vermin have a culture of some sort too, so I decided to try to discover some of it through my characters Nancy and Taftaf.
Nancy is a fieldmouse who finds herself as a guest (or a privileged prisoner, not sure which yet) in a horde. She befriends a female weasel after quite some time, and here they are washing clothes at a lake (maybe they're on washing duty, or maybe Nancy's teaching Taftaf some sanitary lessons =P).
- “Yore married, aren’t ye, Nance?” Taftaf said with a…
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Author’s note: This is my latest writing project which I am thrilled to share with you all. It is the sequel to Kyrin: Son of a Warrior, which was completed three years ago. This is where I left off. Enjoy. ~The Ghost Writer, 6/1/2016
Behold! My tale I tell for all
Young and old, great and small
I speak of realms across the sea
A land of pain and misery
Built on blood and ancient gold
Beating heart of immoral bold
So go! And find what you desire
In the shadow of the watchful fire.
The island of Werithor lay far out in the Western Sea, weeks away from the sandy coastline which bordered Mossflower Country. Thick forests grew all over the island, covering the landscape in a lush patch of green. Sprouting out from the center of this rocky landmass was…
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