Warcry (what's done)

[laurylcaraway]

Warcry

*Ch. 1*

Ailalue and Llawder peeked around the sandstone wall and giggled. Skipper was trying to teach the dibbuns to swim, a near impossible feat, but important incase they fell in the abbey pond.
Llawder, a stout hedgehog, nudged Ailalue and nodded towards the Abbey. Friar Jonar was bringing lunch. Ailalue rubbed her paws and grinned. "I hope there's Dandelion Fizz!"
The hungry pair ran up the battlement stairs to where Jonar was serving. Skipper, who too was coming up cried out, "Oh the beautiful Summer! Summer of the Blosoming Hope! Oh the beautiful Lunch! The Lunch of the Friar Jonar!"
The dibbuns giggled and clung to Skipper's ankles, who tried and failed to shake them off. He pretended to panic.
"Oh no! Fearsome warriors are attacking! Help! Help"
The dibbuns giggled harder and one, a little mousebabe named Elyth, bared her pearly little teeth and growled. "Aye! I bes a migh'y warkior! None gorra afeat me inna bakkle!"
Friar slammed his ladle and squeaked over the din, "Ahem! Lunch is served!"
A long line of hungry novices and abbeybeasts hurried to the food. Llawder and Ailalue, among them, served up huge platters of tea bread, deeper'n'ever pie, and mugs of Dandelion Fizz.
Llawder scanned the wall for a place to eat. There was none, so the two friends went down to the pond and began eating under a willow tree.
Soon Abbot Haorl and Dajen the Recorder sat down with them. Haorl patted Ailalue's paw. "Young badger, would you let two old mice join you and your friend for lunch?"
Ailalue grinned. "Of course Father Abbot! Always nice to have company."
Dajen's face crinkled into a smile. The aincient mouse was mute but always observed and payed attention to what others said.
Abbot Haorl leaned towards Llawder and Ailalue and whispered, "Last night I was visited by Martin the Warrior. Do you know what he said?"
Llawder and Ailalue shook their heads, their eyes wide.
"Well you'll find out soon enough!"

*Ch. 2*
"Llawder! Llawder! Wake up!"
Ailalue shoved with all her weight against Llawder's soft stomach, avoiding the spikes. He rolled down the slope and splashed into the pond, waking instantly. He wrinkled his snout. "What'd you do that for?"
His badger friend placed her paws on her hips and called with a mocking smile, "You fell asleep. It's already time for supper. C'mon, the Abbot's going to tell us what Martin said!"
Llawder hurriedly scurried out of the pond, his green habit dripping wet. The two sprinted over the empty lawn to the Abbey, and slipped into the Great Hall. The Abbot had already started his announcement.
"...he told me this:
Over sea and over land,
the Natives soon shall take their stand
against a leader, with right to reign,
but only causes death and pain.
If alone no chance they've got-
the Seircraw must travel to southlands hot.
Repell against the nae mountains,
Add the way to rumbling fountains.
Stay in the land of mighty sorrow-
For they too need a good tomorrow."
The hall fell silent, except for the chewing of Ballscoff the hare. Suddenly a small voice piped up,
"Favver Abbot?" It was a dibbun mouse "I ken I gots the last part."
There was a buzz of whispers, but the Abbot raised his paw for silence.
"Go on, then, Marie. Tell us."
Marie nervously fidgeted with her tail. "You see, it's tellin' da Syr... da Syrcarw... da thingy which way tae go. Da nae mountains, dat's da norff, wiffa mountains. An' last season we studied da georaphy offa lan' west of Mossf'ower. Dere's a big wakerfall, which be da fou'ain. So da t'ingy gorra go souffwest."
There was another buzz of whispers. Haorl called above the noise, "Dajen, Marie, Mossvale, Ailalue, and Llawder. Marie, take two of your dibbun friends- we need fresh minds. Come down to Cavern Hole to work on this riddle."

*Ch. 3*
Marie dashed into Cavern Hole late, bringing her two mouse friends, Sapphire and the little mousemaid Elyth. The Abbot sighed a sigh of relief, knowing it was by pure luck Marie had brought the quick-thinking Sapphire instead of her hyper, mischeivous twin Aster. But of course there was still Elyth for that.
"Alright, let's start at the beginning, shall we?"
Dajen scanned the sheet he had written the riddle on. Sister Mossvale, teacher of the Abbey school, read over his shoulder.
"Over sea and over land,
The Natives soon shall take their stand
Against a leader, with right to reign,
But who only causes death and pain"
Ailalue rolled her eyes. "Well that's obvious, it's like in the story of Joseph the Bellmaker where they save Southsward from the evil foxwolf."
Haorl frowned. "But it's different- this says 'with right to reign.' So it's not a forced leadership. D'you think a woodlander could be doing evil?"
The room fell silent at the thought.
Llawder smiled nervously. "Heh heh, why don't we figure out the only part left- what the Seircraw is."
Abbot Haorl yawned. "No, young one, we shall, but let us sleep on it."
After much protesting, especially from the dibbuns, they all trooped off to bed, wondering the same thing.
Who was doing it?

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*****countinued*****

Llawder strolled down the hall. He'd never been in this hall, but he felt it was Redwall. He turned and looked at the wall. They were red sandstone. A footstep echoed behind him. He whirled around.
Ailalue stood there, and blinked in surprise as he turned.
"Oh, Llawder! It's you!"
She hurried up to him, and they continued silently. Suddenly before them, a mouse appeared in shining armor and weilding a sword, a red pommelstone embedded in its hilt.
He watched them, then turned away and said,
"Under Abbey floor,
Nothing's there at all.
Except the door,
Deep below the ground.
Lead on through it,
Towards the clue she found.
Stop where you must,
Rest when you need,
But only you
can set them free."

*Ch. 4*
Llawder sat strait up in bed. Across the room, he heard Ailalue do the same.They looked at each other, instantly knowing they had shared the dream.
Ailalue slipped on her apron, and Llawder his vest, and they set out for Cavern Hole for an early breakfast.
As they padded through the Great Hall, they stared at the tapestry. Up til they died they swore Martin's woven figure winked secretively at them.
They continued down the stairs to Cavern Hole, but suddenly Llawder froze. Ailalue peeked over his shoulder.
Ailalue gasped.Standing in Cavern Hole was a slim ferret. He looked at them and gave a toothy grin, drawing a scimitar.
He lunged, and Llawder grabbed the nearest item- a metal sthingy. Swiftly bringing it upwards, he blocked the blow.
"Get two weapons, Aila, fast!"
Ailalue dashed up the stairs into the Great Hall. She looked around, nearly panicking. She ran up to the dormitory and grabbed Llawders sword and began searching for her longsword
Meanwhile in Cavern Hole, Llawder was doggedly fighting the ferret. He cackled menacingly and slashed out at Llawder, who barely had time to sidestep.
Hurry up, hurry up...
Ailalue dashed down the stairs. She couldn't find her sword anywhere. Then she spotted another, hanging next to the tapestry. She took it and realized it fit her paws perfectly.
Llawder jabbed warily at the ferret, who dodged easily. He kicked behind Llawder's knee. Llawder crumpled to the ground. The ferret was about to end the fight when something hurtled at him through the air.
"REDWAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!"
Ailalue knocked him down and pinned him to the floor with the sword- Martin's sword. She drew Llawder's and tossed it to him. He rose to catch it, staring in awe.
Aila stared at the ferret who stared back, his eyes pleading. She was unsure what to do with him.
She hesitated. That was all the ferret needed. He groped for Martin's sword, but Ailalue jerked away. The sword dropped to the floor, slicing off the ferret's head.
"I-I-I didn't mean to! It slipped"
Llawder patted her back. "It's alright. Look!"
The sword had triggered a trapdoor when it hit the ground. The two remembered there dream and crawled in.

*Ch. 5*
Galanui strutted about the hall, examining his new coat. It was made of wildcat fur. Good wildcat fur. The wildcat had been named Mali, she had dissapointed him greatly. Now she made a fantastic cloak.
All who served Galanui feared him. Or so he had thought, there was now a band of rebels forming.
"Rebels!" He spat viciously.
The seamstriss, a fox named Jovanai tittered nervously "R-r-rebels, sah?"
Galanui turned and scowled at Jovanai, who cowered undered his glare.

Shakkatai Farrinfouix strolled jauntily, whistling. She stepped over a mossy rock, ducked though a stream trickling from a ledge, and crawled into a fault in a large mountain.
Inside the rock she continued whistling, and watched young cats scamper over rockslides. She entered a cavern in which assorted rats, wildcats, foxes and ferrets assorted. A grimy ferret stepped up to a carved rock that served as a podium.
He was a frightful sight. One ear was chipped and the other was, well, gone. His face was more scars than fur, and he was skinny as a broom. He lifted a paw and began speaking.
"We gather here today as Blagiveil, our association of goodbeasts of the species know as vermin. We are either descendants of the ferret Veil, the cat Gingivere, the rat Mallon, the sister of Blaggut, or come from the tribe of peaceful foxes of this southern jungle"--Here Shakk smiled slightly at the mention of her tribe--"We have always been ruled by a peaceful emporer, but now we have a cruel tyrant. Although I must call him a half-tyrant, he has the right to reign. Now, Shakkatai, tell us what you have learned today.
Shakk blushed as her full name was announced, but she piped up, "Well, sah, I found that Galanui fears us, though he covers it in hate and anger. Also, I think he has battle plans."
The ferret, Kalan, nodded thoguhtfully.
"Then we must have a plan as well!"

Ailalue peered into the gloom. She must be in a tunnel.
"Aila? Aila?"
"I'm here."
"Okay, good" Llawder grasped her paw.
"How do we see?"
"Well Martin said we should use Marie's clue... south!"
"Yes! You're right Llawder, you're right! C'mon!" She tugged at his paw, pulling him off into darkness.
"How d'you know that's south?"
Her voice sounded cheery for one lost in a dark tunnel. "We badgers have a good sense of direction."
"And you must have a good sense of yappin' after living with hares for so long- now shut it!"
Grumbling, Ailalue continued.

[Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar]

**Appluades and gives whoop.** Well done, Lauryl! Very good! I can hardlt wait for the rest of the story to unfold! You earned.. 35 RPs! Way to go! ;D