DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM REDWALL. THIS INCLUDES ANY CHARACTERS FROM THE BOOK HIGH RHULIAN, REDWALL, OR ANYTHING ELSE FROM THE BOOKS. THEY ALL BELONG TO BRIAN JACQUES. THIS IS THE MY FIRST FANFIC REALLY, SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH.
In the middle of Mossflower country, a young weasel walks along the trail that winds through the large forest. He was a male with brown fur and a creamy white under belly, and small squinty grey eyes. He was a small weasel, who wasn't really on the strong side, and wasn't the bravest. His name was Rinner.
The weasel had heard a story from an inn keeper about Mossflower and all of the horrible things that have happened there. The inn keeper, who was a fox, told him of murderous and brutal otters, of sneaky and back-stabbing squirrels, savage shrews, and of the horrifying and flesh eating badgers. Those stories chilled young Rinner to the bone. So on his little trek through Mossflower, he bought himself a little dagger for protection.
Rinner had been walking down the path for a while and his stomach was making rumbling noises. The weasel groaned to himself.
" Aarrg…. Damn my stomach to hells gates!" he yelled as his stomach made an even louder noise than before. Looking around he spotted a berry bush on the side of the path. Smiling to himself he ran over to the bush and gobbled down as many berries as he could. He was licking his fingers when he heard a gruff voice behind him,
" Yarg! Taking a liking to raspberries are ye?"
He whirled around at the sound of the voice, and almost bumped straight into a large, muscular otter. The otter was a large creature, with muscular arms and a large jagged scar going across his left cheek. And to make things even more terrifying for the poor weasel, the otter was wielding a large, double pointed javelin.
And poor Rinner was shaking so hard that his knees were knocking together, and the weasel felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he started to back away from the otter. The otter, on the other hand, was confused.
" Hey matey, you alright? You look kind a winded…"
The weasel never heard what the otter said, because the second the otter opened its mouth he felt himself start to lose consciousness, his vision starting to blur, and then he plunged into darkness, and blacked out.
and that is the end of chapter one. And don't worry, I'm planning on continuing the story.