Long ago far North there was a colony of otters, among them
there was a young otter different from the rest. He had piercing
emerald green eyes. That young otter was called Zephyr Whirlwind.
One night he was sleeping in his tent with his three brothers and 4
sisters. He was the last of the eight pups and oft jus caled Z.
That night he dreamed of a mouse with a magnificent sword on the
pommel was a brilliant red jewel, The blade was sparp as a needle.
the mouse spoke these exact words;
"Travel South until you reach Redwall Abbey, find the one with
the never ending appetite on the way, Stop the evil and save the
Zephyr had heard the amazing tales of Redwall and Martin the
Warrior he had always dreamed of visiting the Abbey it would be