Hi there. Rather large A/N coming :) Please bear with me.
This is a story I wrote in 1997, when I was 12. It's fraught with AU, OC, OoC, and crossovers. I'd like to take this opportunity to sincerely and emphatically apologize to Tori Amos, The Beatles, Oasis, Sarah McLachlan, and Brian Jacques, among others. Now that that's over with, I actually think the story's pretty cool, five years later.
I've been rescuing Iris from my '95 Mac, and it's not terribly clear when I'll be able to have it all up. The Mac is very temperamental with converting files, as this epic was written on the now-defunct ClarisWorks. Ennyhoo, if you people like it... *shrugs* I guess we'll see *grin*.
"Today was fraught with joy as three great events happened here at Redwall. Liam and Noel Gallagher and Paul Braunhayr, the last of Tori Rubyhaer's Innisvree veterans, finally arrived home a few days back after more than four seasons' absence. This morning, Noel was married to Rivenna, and when I congratulated her during the great Nameday feast for the new summer, she told me it was well worth the wait. The pair seems very content together: I wonder if Noel's brother will ever seek a wife? But Liam says no: poor thing, his heart will always belong solely to Tori.

"Later in the day, Llawder, the mouse who arrived with the Gaels last spring, was given the sword of Martin the Warrior, as well as the title of Champion of Redwall. Feelings were mixed, though, as Llawder solemnly told his predecessor Michael, 'This belongs to your son.'... John Tamworth shut volume eight of The Complete Recorders' History of Redwall Abbey. The wolf wondered why anyone would want to own such a monstrous collection. In fact, why would anyone want to come to the old abbey at all these days?
Well, his mother, for one."You're directly descended from Tamga and Samhain, John, and Redwall is just as involved in your history as Innisvree. This is just closer, that's all. Someday we'll take you to the battle field, but it's a good fifteen hour drive from here.
Someone nudged him."Psst! Hey John, take a look at what I found!" Nick Clifshire poked his head around one of the gift shop's bookshelves. The otter held a paperback out. "Talks about that big battle your mum's always ragging on about. Maybe you should show it to her." He winked.
His buddy chuckled, and took the book. "Nah, she's probably already got three copies, what, with her bein' a historian an' such." He glanced over the cover. "Funny title. Hmm."

Something made him buy the book. As he wandered out of the store and through the old Great Hall, holding the plastic bag loosely by its handle, he found a bench and sat down, footpaws aching after a long tour through the monolithic stone building. Looking up at some footsteps, he found himself facing the tapestry of the abbey's Founding Champion, Martin the Warrior. He'd already suffered a long lecture on the old weaving, however, and casually dug out his purchase.
The title was written in woven Celtic format, accompanied by an artist's rendering of the Tundralake heroine. John examined it. I R I S : the Chronicle of Princess Tori Rubyhaer's Salvation of the Tundralake Country
as told to George Flantyr,
Recorder of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower,
by Liam Gallagher, Abbey Bard He read over "Tardanfinne" on the inside cover. Intrigued, he turned the page.