The Story

[Yarin Baskblade]

Since my computer won't let me go and edit my website, I guess I'll make the rest of Abbot's Tale here. If you haven't read it so far, here it is:

Abbot's Tale Prolouge:
The abbot sat in front of a burning fire, listening to the flames crackle and snap. Suddenly, the door behind him burst open. In came a lot of Dibbuns, twenty or thirty, that were wild and crazy. "Calm now, little ones. You need to settle down." He turned his chair around to face the Dibbuns. "Ah, I remember when I was younger," explained Abbot Yarin, "Yes, the good old days." The Dibbuns sat down from their jumping and screaming to hear what the abbot had to say. "Now, I was just a little older than you when I was sent to find the lost realm of Orcaris." The abbot went on telling the story, and this is how it went...

Book One: The Quest and the Hare
Abbot's Tale 1:
The day was dark and grey. Yarin, a small mouse, leaned against his dormitory window, watching the pouring rain as it patted against the ceiling of his abbey of Redwall. There was suddenly a knock at the door. "Come in!" exclaimed the young creature. In came the abbess named Helgonda. She padded in and rested on his bed. "Ah. I'm too old to be doin' this job. Well, oh yes, good day to you. Yarin!" she said. "Good day to you, m'am," he answered. "Well, this day is certainly bleak. The skies are so grey and cloudy, and the rain is beating on this old abbey of yours and mine. I came here to ask you a favor. Now, you always wanted to be a warrior or adventurer, right?" The little mouse nodded his head. "Well, I need you, Yarin, to find me a lost realm called Orcaris. It has been lost for ages, and most think that it is only legendary. But I think not, youong one, I know that it is real!" Yarin nodded again. He was eager to know more about this Orcaris. "It is said to lie somewhere way outside of Mossflower, not ever explored by anybeast I've ever known or heard of. But I need you to go there for me. You see, legend has it that there is a potion that can age you or deplete your age. I need you to get it for me." Yarin nodded his head, excited that he was actually going on an adventure. He would be just like a real warrior on a quest. But the next fact shocked him. "There is only one thing..."

Abbot's Tale 2:
The abbess paused at this moment. She took a deep breath and continued. "No on will be aiding you on your quest. This is not just a simple mission for me. If you don't come back with the potion, that is if you come back alive, you will be claimed Abbot in my place. But don't go and not find the potion on purpose. I will be able to tell wheter or not you did your best," explained the abbess. Yarin was shocked, bewildered, and many other odd feelings. He was confused the most, though. He didn't want to go on this quest anymore, but it was his duty. "Alright, m'am, I'll do my best!" He left the dormitory, but came back a minute later. "I forgot the map. Where is it?" "There is no map," explained the abbess. "WHAT?! No map?! Well, how am I going to find my way there?!" "You must follow where your heart guides you, and you will only be led to the place if you are pure of heart. At least that's what the legend says." "Okay...if you say so..." The Abbess gave him the sword of Martin. Yarin once again left the dormitory, this time not returning the next moment. He headed down stairs when he noticed a small crowd. "I wonder what they're here for..."

Abbot's Tale 3:
He soon found out that the crowd was there for his going away ceremony. They bowed to him as he walked forth to the front gates. "Goodbye, dear boy!" "I'll miss you!" "Be a careful one, now!" There were many messages leaving the Redwallers mouths, but he didn't have time to listen to them all. "I must get going, though I will miss the old abbey! Goodbye, now!" He walked through the front gates and into Mossflower. He had a sword with him, one that his father had given him before he had died. It was his only memory of his parents. He treasured it like it was a living thing. He travelled until it was nighttime, and then he found refuge under a small tree. He fell asleep, but was awoken by a sound of rustling leaves. He pulled out his sword and arose from hi laying position. He slowly crept over to where he heard it from. He crouched as he prepared to jump forwards. He flew into the ground and discovered that nothing was there, just the wind blowing the leaves. He was relieved to find that he was safe. But suddenly, something jumped into him. It was a tall figure with a dark look. He couldn't quite manage to see what it was. He finally saw that it was a...

Abbot's Tale 4:
It was a hare, rather slim, with a sling and a sword. "Hello, suh, what are you doin' so late at night. And, ahhh, you're so young. You should be off to bed by now," it said. Yarin shouted back, "No, I'm on a quest for my dear Abbess. She needs to be young again, so I'm going to find a potion for her." "Oh, well, may I help you? I definately think that you could use some assistance, wot!" "Sure, you may help me! Now let's go. It's this way!" Yarin turned to face northwards. He pressed forwards, and the hare followed. "Bye the way, hare, you never gave me your name." "Oh, me sah, my name is Lonjelly Isindur. An odd name, wot, but I like it!" "Oh, in that case, umm, Lonjelly, let's get going again!" They went forwards again, and this time Yarin and Lonjelly stayed closer together than before, remembering to be extra careful in the woods of Mossflower at night. They went on until there was a howl. "Who's there?" yelled Yarin into the darkness, waiting for nothing but silence. "Speak your name, or I shall hunt you! Well, talk!" There was still silence. Suddenly, there was another howl, this time closer than before. And then...a wolf popped out of the nearby bushes. "One wolf? We can take him!" exclaimed Yarin. But it wasn't just one wolf, for suddenly, a dozen wolves came out! This was going to be a tough fight, and they could tell it.

Abbot's Tale 5:
The wolves closed in on the twosome, drawing their swords and battle axes. They pulled them forward. With the crunching of leaves under their feet, the fiend-like creatures stepped closer to Yarin and the hare. Yarin drew the sword of Martin. He looked forth to the wolves who were coming closer. "Grab my paw," whispered the hare. "3...2...1!" he shouted. He took off, speeding like the wind. Yarin, who had grasp of the hare's paw, was also running. He could barely keep the speed of his friend. The wolves followed, howling in the moonlight. They soon lost the wolves. Yarin put away his sword. "Smart thinking, ummm..." "Lonjelly Isindur! I forgot to tell you to remember it, because I don't like to keep saying it, wot. Sorry, young mousey!" he exclaimed. Yarin laughed. They continued, paws unclasped. Yarin was very happy that Lonjelly had joined him. It would make his quest for the Abbess much easier for him.

Abbot's Tale 6:
Days grew to weeks as the nights grew colder and harsher than the ones before. Lonjelly and Yarin stayed warm by not stopping except for sleeping and eating. They stopped for nothing else, even if their footpaws were sore. By about three weeks of hiking and trekking, the two reached the edge of Mossflower Woods. It was sunset when they did. "Wow, no ol' wolves would try to take us 'uns now, wot! We're on a roll! We'll find that potion thingumee in no time at this flippin' rate!" bragged Lonjelly. Yarin giggled, putting his paws over his mouth to hide it. Lonjelly looked funny to Yarin trying to be heroic and such. They set up camp and started a fire. Pulling out a few berries and nuts, Lonjelly sighed with relief and leaned back onto the ground. "This is the life, wot. No rules, no worries, no anything...ahhhhh." Yarin glanced at the hare. After eating a few berries and nuts and drinking a little amount of leaf fulls of cordial, the two fell into slumber.

Abbot's Tale 7:
The two were up by dawn, ready for a nice breakfast. They ate quickly yet savoringly. After their morning meal, they set off again. The sun had just barely risen over the clear horizon. No more trees were beyond Mossflower Woods, so it was like a dark wasteland, eeriely lit by a little sun. Yarin stayed in front, his heart pounding frantically, as if something bad was going to happen. He tried to put it aside, but it just kept getting louder and faster. When he could ignore it no longer, he pulled out the sword of Martin and pointed it directly out in front of himself. His paws shaking, he looked tirely into the darkness ahead. Nothing was there, not even the slightest sound or movement. It was sort of scary as the two travelled into the place ahead. They kept close in case of any danger. In an hour or so, the sun was out, yet covered by a thick blanket of dark clouds. They lowered and lowered until a ghostly fog covered the wasteland. Yarin still had his sword out, but Lonjelly was not afraid. "No blinkin' fog is gonna scare me, no suh, not Lonjelly Isindur for sure! You can keep out your jolly blade, but I'm not gonna be scared that easily...easily...easily...easily...easily..." His voice echoed off into the seemingly endless area around him. He was then stiff and scared. The so called "warrior" was now acting like a coward. Yarin stayed close to Lonjelly, and they continued on.

Abbot's Tale 8:
Darkness was beginning to reign the land, even though it wa in the middle of the day. The two adventureres didn't say a word to eachother. They were too afraid. Suddenly, Lonjelly randomly spoke up. "There's somebeast up ahead, wot. Looks like a flippin' badbeast! We'd best steer the other way, wot wot!" he exclaimed. They turned and continued. Soon there was another. It appeared from nowhere. Another appeared, and another, and another, and another, and another until there were a least thirty of the figures. "I think they are looking for something, something that we have..." said Yarin. Lonjelly wasted no time in speaking back. "After somethin' we have, wot? You must be jokin'! They don't want somethin' we have, they want us!" They stepped back, or they wanted to, but as they turned they faced another of the beasts. "I don't think that this will be as easy as we thought it would..." said Yarin as more appeared. Soon they were surrounded. The things pulled out long looking things, like sticks. The started coming closer. The spooky thing was, they all moved at the exact same slow speed. Stepping carefully, they took one step at a time. As they got closer, Yarin noticed that the sticks weren't sticks at al. They were long axes with sharp blades at te top. Yarin and Lonjelly styed close to eachother, both afraid. Fear filled them as the things circled them.

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 9:
They were soon so close that Yarin could've sworn he could reach out and touch them with the tip of his paw. "Sheath your sword, mouse, and hand over your weapons. You too, hare, or we'll slay you both," said the one with the silver crown. Yarin dropped the sword of Martin, but Lonjelly stayed put. "Ain't no blinkin' badbeast gonna beat me, wot! I'm stayin' put, wolf!" But this was the wrong thing to do, because these were no ordinary wolves. "Axes!" the crowned one commanded. All obeyed the key word and pointed the spear part of the axe at them. One wrong move of Yarin and Lonjelly would make the spears pierce them. "Drop it, you say, I was gonna obey it all along, wot!" He dropped his sling and sword. "What are you?" asked Yarin. "We, mouse, are the Night Slayers. Trained to fight and kill without being seen. We hunt at night--" "But it's the middle of the day!" said Yarin. "No, young mouse, to us, it is always nighttime here. Now follow us, we're taking you back to camp. March!"

[Yarin Baskblade]

P.S.- Night Slayers is from Wing's song. I hope you don't mind, Wing. I gave you credit, anyways.

[Wing Pikepaw]

No really, I'm honored! That's fine!

[Yarin Baskblade]

Thanks. I'll write later.

[Wing Pikepaw]

Okay, and read my story too, Ferret Saga. It's really cool, I think, but tell me what you think.

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 10:
As he was pushed along thedark and eerie wastelands, he soon spotted green smog. It came from the top of a large wall. It was pure black with brick patterns that looked like skulls. embedded in the one by the gates was this:

All prisoners may enter,
But none have ever come out.
If you'll ever escape?
That we seriously doubt.

He was shoved into the castle. "Welcome, mouse and hare, to Castle Night Slayer!" he said. He seemed very happy. He pushed them down two flights of stairs and into a dark and dingy looking hallway. "This is where you'll be staying like the rest of the ones that have come here in the past. The ones that tresspassed into our homelands. Now, go in!" Yarin and Lonjelly had no choice but to obey. They walked in and sat down in the murky puddle that lined the floor. "So, this is our new home, wot, they could've called it our old home. This place is a mess! They could at least do some blinkin' cleanin', wot wot!" Yarin hushed the angry hare down. "If I were out there right now, I'd be making the wolves run for their lives, wot, they'd all know my name, Lonjelly Wolfslayer Isindur! All wolves would flee at the sight of me!" Yarin pushed him over. "Shush, or we'll get in more trouble. They might set us free someday--" "Didn't you read the flippin' sign? No beast has ever escaped from this place! What makes you think this will be any different?" "Because, unlike hares, I have hope, and I think that we can get out of here. All we need is a plan. Now, Listen up, Lonjelly, here it is:"

[Yarin Baskblade]

Book Two: Chasing Wolves
Abbot's Tale 11:
Yarin slept soundly. He had no limit to when he could sleep. It was always night there. His friend Lonjelly woke him up. "Come to it, wot, we've got a day, a lucky day, today! Come to it! Wakey wakey, mouse!" Yarin woke. "What is it, Lonjelly?" "Your escape plan! Come to it, get up! On your backpaws, now!" Yarin opened his eyes all the way. He stood on his paws. "Okay, the plan, let's go! Do you remember what your part is?" "Yes, sah, indeed I do!" "Well, then, let's go!" Yarin ran to his cage bars. He started scraching on them, making a screeching noise that was very loud and annoying. A wolfguard came. "What's with all this racket? The Night Slayer King will not have this in his ancient Castle Night Slayer!" "I need to get some water." "Water? Wait 'till your lunch break, mouse!" "But please, mister wolf! I need some water!" He showed the wolf his chest, which he sucked in. "Oh, all right, mouse, but make it quick, and I'm going to come with you!" He opened the cage door. "Thanks, but I won't need any accompanying!" And with this, he poked the wolf's eyes with his claws and kicked him against the wall, knocking him out. He grabbed the keys and took Lonjelly's paw. "Come on! Let's go before they get suspicious!" He ran with Lonjelly's paw in his.

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 12:
They ran stealthily through Castle Night Slayer. If they were caught, it would mean certain death. Skimming through the shadows of the ancient fortress, they tried to go quickly, before it was noticed that they were gone or that the wolfguard was knocked out. Suddenly, they bells rang. This was not good, and Yarin was sure of it, he raced to the closing gates. He jumped through just in time, but Lonjelly was not so lucky. The gates closed beofre he could make it through. He heard the wolves pawsteps coming from all directions of the castle. He closed his eyes as he thought of how Lonjelly felt at the moment. Suddenly, the tip of a rope hit his head. He looked up and saw the silhoette of a brave hare. It was Lonjelly! He slid down on the rope. "Lonjelly!" He whispered. "Come on, hurry up, those wolves will be upon us any minute now!" "Hold your marbles, sah, if I go any faster, I'll rip off my pawskin! Wait!" "We can't! Just jump, or something. We can't afford for those wolves to get us back! We'll be killed for sure!" "Okay, okay then!" He jumped down and landed on his side with a thud. "Rotter! You made me land on me blinkin' side!" "Well, shut your gob, less talking and more walking! Let's go!" The two ran like the wind out into the green fog that clouded the surrounding area.

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 13:
The wolven lord of the Night Slayers was a ruthless ruler. He owned Castle Night Slayer and used the prisoners as slaves. Some were kept in their dungeopns and were only fed once a week. Others were not so lucky and had to do work along with their food limit. King Night Slayer had a throne, on which he sat upon everyday for the whole day. He sat upon the day of Yarin and Lonjelly's escape too. His eyes were icy blue, and they seemed to go on forever and ever into his head. He was a very mysterious wolf. He held his black cloak made of eagle feathers upon his lap, and as the server came in to inform him of the escape, the king let his cloak fall down upon the floor. "Sire, the prisoners that we found out in the wastelands to the east...the hare and the mouse--" "What about them?" the king demanded. The server sighed then answered. "They escaped--" "They what?" "They escaped." "They escaped? You let them escape! Foolish creature, I will have you thrown in the dungeons for this!" "But--" "But you let down what we are known for. Must I read it for you?" The serverwolf shook his head slowly. He looked at his footpaws. "Then you know it, and you have let it down. You must be punished. The poem clearly states that 'All prisoners may enter, but none shall ever come out. If you'll escape? That we seriously doubt'" "Yes sir, I understand this. You see, it wasn't my fault, it was--" "Nothing is ever your fault, but it is now! You have disobeyed and dishonored your king, and for this you will be punished further. Guards, please come and escort this serverwolf to the dungeons. He needs a little time to think..."

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 14:
The twosome continued through the green fog. They went for two miles until they finally reached the end. It turned from night to day in two feet. They were in a small clearing with green grass that shone with morning dew in the dawn sun. Yarin smiled. "Lonjelly, we've made it out! The plan worked! We're out of those dreadful wastelands." "Yes, sah, but what now?" "We must continue northwards, where my Abbess said to go. There is not much time left. It's already been a whole month since I left Redwall!" The hare looked down. "I hope your Abbess will live on, sah, but is it fair for her to? No one should be able to live forever, nor given extra long to live. It's just not fair, sah, and maybe your Abbess should realize thi--" "No! I'm going to find it for her! She needs to be young again, Lonjelly, I can't just let her die! After Abbot Whitetail died, she raised me like I was her son." The hare shook his head. "You will realize in time, young mouse, you will realize in time..."

The wolven guards were gathered in a formation. The army commander named Icebane stood in front of them. His eyes were upon his panting army, tired from their training. "Now, it is time to set out! No prisoners escape from Castle Night Slayer and live to tell the tale, none! Get into your positions, different ones, I don't like this formation. What, are you waiting for summer? Go on now!" he commanded. The wolves obeyed, getting themselves into another pattern. "Ah, a long rectangle, much better than my last idea. Now, prepare for a long journey, and don't expect them to be easy to find. They will be easy to kill, yes, but not easy to find. I wouldn't be surprised if they were hiding right now. Now, it's time to kill a mouse and a hare!" The troops nodded, did a warchant, then started marching off...

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 15:
Yarin slept horribly that night. He would fall asleep for ten minutes and wake up from a horrible dream about the Night Slayers and being beheaded, but just as their axes would almost touch his skin, he would awake. It was the worst sleep he ever had, even worse than staying up all night. His hairs stood on end as yet another chilling wind flew in between them. He was sure that they would survive, they would have too. He couldn't let his Abbess down. He grutned, and fell back asleep. He awoke a second later and woke up Lonjelly. "Lonjelly, wake up, you sleepy hare, wake up!" "Wot, wot's all this 'bout wakin' up, it's in the middle of the night, wot..." "Lonjelly, do you hear that sound?" "Sound? All I heard was you gruntin' and turnin' in yer sleep, wot, that's wot I hared!" "Lonjelly, get seirous, do you hear that sound?" "Oh, you mean the rustlin' in the bushes?" "Yes...it sounds like..." But he was too tired to continue, and Lonjelly, was half awake, and his concious was talking for him, and he fell asleep just as the figures picked them up...

[Yarin Baskblade]

Good news! I'm halfway through with "Abbot's Tale"! It will have thirty chapters and an epilouge at the end, and I've already made the prolouge and fifteen chapters!

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 16:
Yarin awoke to find himself surrounded by dark figures. They all stared at him, whispering things too quickly for Yarin to understand. What are they saying? Are they talking about me?, he wondered. He finally decided that they were talking about him. Then, suddenly, a voise spoke up. It sounded old and wise. "Please, please, give the young mouse room to breath. Step away, step away..." he said. The bearer of the voice came fourth. It was a squirrel dressed in brown robes. He had paintings on his face and his tail was very bushy. He had a staff with a blue gem at the top of it. "So, young one, what is your name?" "M-m-my name...is...Yarin...Baskblade. I...Redwall Abbey...Abbess needs...potion...Orcaris..." "Did he say Orcaris?" "Yes, I belive he did!" "Calm down, everybeast, he does speak of Orcaris..." "It's...not real...is it?" "Oh, my young mouse, you will see that it is indeed real!" And with this, Yarin forgot that he was tired and weary, and he forgot that he was being followed by the Night Slayers. He forgot everything and leapt into the air. "It's real! It's real! My Abbess will live!"

[Yarin Baskblade]

Abbot's Tale 17:
"Yes, it is on top of a mountain, very large indeed. Away from here, far away from here, but we are the closest living creatures to it that we know of. And by the way, Yarin, my name is Imshew the Wise. I have seen many things in my life, learned many things in my life, and still I seek more things in my life. But Orcaris I have seen, but I've never been to it. You will though, Yarin Baskblade, I can tell by your determination." "Thank you, Imshew, and I thank your tribe for taking me in and sheltering me from the wolves--" "Wolves?" "Yes, wolves, you ol' squirrely. They call 'emselves the Pight Mayers, or was it the Right Layers, or was it--" "The Night Slayers, Lonjelly. They call themselves the Night Slayers, and we have escaped from their castle. Now they are out to get us." "The Night Slayers, eh? We have had to deal with those ones before. They have no idea where we are now, too deep in the forest for them to want to wander. But you, my friend, you are in grave danger. They will kill any that escape from their place, and this is certain." "Then will you help us get to Orcaris safely?" "Yes, indeed, I will. Our whole tribe will accompany you, and maybe we will even find a new, better home than in this forest near the Night Slayers." "Thank you, Imshew. Now, if you don't mind, I'll be going to bed now. I haven't had a full sleep in days, since for one, Lonjelly woke me up at Castle Night Slayer, and two you woke me up to take us in to your domain. But I am not mad at you, I'm just tired. Nighty night, everybeast." Yarin walked away from the big group and out into his own tent that they had set up. Closing the tent flaps carefully, he laid down and pulled his bedsheets over himself. He shut his eyes, and soon he was in a deep slumber...