A young otter stood in the Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. She was pale in color, and, if one looked carefully, one could see the stone wall through her. The young warrior had long since run her alloted seasons, albeit, not long ones, and had returned to her once-home to finish her business.
The ottermaid looked up at the barren stone wall. She had seen the future and knew that, many years later, a tapestry of her best friend, Martin, would hang here.
Shoottt!! Why do I always have to go in the middle of an updateeee?? D: I promise I will finish this soon