Many a warlord has tried to conquer Mossflower. But all of them failed, all but one. This story is about it and it is based six generations after Razzid Wearat, the one that ended up with a cracked skull and a sword through the stomach. This Warlord was called Duskeyes, or more commonly, Dusk. He had already had control over all the Juska clans, but he still wasn’t pleased. He has set off to Redwall, but, will he succeed?
Chapter one:The Ermine comesEdit
Green patches of light cover the twig littered floor of Mossflower woods, but the beauty was outweighed by the ugly evilness of Duskeyes and his horde. Some say Duskeyes came from the far north, but survivors that have heard him talk (more likely yelling) say that he doesn’t have an accent. One thing for sure though is that Duskeyes had never shown any kind of goodness in his life, in fact when he was a dibbun, his favourite activities were stealing food, slaying insects and birds and harming other cubs.
But he wasn’t a dibbun anymore; he was a successful general and fighter on his way to Redwall. He searched with his cold eyes to see if there was any sign of his trackers. A few minutes later, there was. The trackers rushed up to the General, who had a look of annoyance on his face. “What took you so long, eh?” A well-built weasel replied to his question, “Chief, we ‘ad found an streamdogs ‘olt, ‘bout a march away. I noticed that they’re only a small ‘olt, but streamdogs taste nice, and they might have a few vittles.” The warlord toyed with one of his daggers. “If I was you, I would hope that I was right, because if you’re wrong, I will eat you.” The weasel gulped knowing his chief was not joking; he had seen him eat his enemies and traitors.
To be Continued