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Daggertooth!
By Fuzface and Katie
Note to Fuzface and Katie: This got sent to my other account, instead of my main one, so I didn't know about it for a while... Also, I fixed some grammar errors.
Chapter 1: An Otterbabe and a Foretelling of the Future
The badger stood, overlooking his army. He had white fur, or had at one time, but it was stained red with blood. He was called Bloodwrath, after the fury that overtakes badgers when engaged in fights. He was not the badger lord of Salamandastron; he was the leader of the Spyton, a tribe of spiders which possessed hideous size and strength.
"Sire," came a hissing voice. Bloodwrath turned to face Venomfang, his second in command, a giant spider.
"Yes, Venomfang, what is it?"
"A babe has been found in the woods," she hissed.
"A babe?"
"Aye."
"Bring it here," was Bloodwrath's sharp command. The spider hissed slightly and crawled away. She soon returned, clutching a baby otter, who was unconscious from the venom.
"Shall I kill it, Sire?" asked Venomfang. "We are starved for fresh meat." Bloodwrath stroked the infants head.
"No, don't kill it,"he said, "We will raise it, and when I die, he will be the next ruler of the Spyton tribe." The badger took his dagger and made a mark on the sleeping babes forehead.
"He is one of us now," said Bloodwrath, "he shall be called Daggertooth." and he turned to face his lieutenant. "Oh and by the way, this otter is a male, no? So, you need to get used to calling him a him, not an it, got it? Answer me!"
"Yesss, Sssire, of course! Yooo are alwaysss righttt." The badger laughed in a snarky fashion.
"Of course I'm always right," he said. "I would not be alive today if I had ever been wrong!!"
That night, Bloodwrath sat in his regal blue tent with Venomfang and his seer, Marisol. Bloodwrath held the babe in his arms.
"Well, what do the signs say, Marisol?" He asked nervously.
"They are foggy...no, now they are clearing up." Marisol rubbed her brains and "communicated" with the "yonder land of visions that doesn't actually exist". (Now, she didn't actually say that, I just added the quotation marks to show the unreality of this whole thing).
"Aaaah, here we go," she sighed in a sing-song voice. "I see a big church, and Cluny the Scourge is walking into it, beckoning. It seems he wants you to follow, Lord." Bloodwrath nodded, restraining the urge to bite his nails in anxiety. The seer continued. "I also see an even huger red stoned abbey, with many sad looking otters, they seem to be searching Mossflower, calling: "Victor, Victor! Where are you?" "There are moaning and groaning too, my Lord," she said haltingly. "The signs say that this babe once lived at the red place, that they are calling his name. They also say that Daggertooth will be one to be feared when he is grown-" Suddenly Bloodwrath burst out,
"Then I will take my revenge! Then shall he get for me what I never received! We should also return to the Redwallers, and take our revenge for eternity!" Bloodwrath howled for about ten minutes, until he was out of breath.
"That is also what I see, Sire." Marisol said, nervous after the leader's outbreak. Bloodwrath stood up.
"We shall start marching to Saint Ninian's tomorrow at dawn."
Chapter 2: Dagg
Thirteen seasons later:
The young strong otter watched the old spider. He was a young, strong otter. Someday he would lead his tribe. But right now, it was led by Bloodwrath, the badger, who the otter regarded as his father. The otters name was Daggertooth, but he was called Dagg for short. Dagg was clever, cruel, and brave, like Bloodwrath.
Dagg was in training to be a warrior, but he was already showing signs of greatness. Right now, Dagg was trying to kill Venomfang, the ancient spider who was second in command. When she died, he would be second. Dagg narrowed his eyes and drew his dagger, his only weapon.
"Venomfang," he said in a low hissing voice.
"Yesss, little masster?'
"Thiss isss for you!" with a cry, he hurled the dagger, and it struck the spider in the heart.
"Dagg, oh Da-agg," Dagg heard Bloodwrath calling him.
"Coming Dad," he replied. He ran over to the slightly more worn, though no less regal than before, blue tent where 'Dad" was sitting.
"Come here, Son," he said lovingly. Dagg walked a little closer and sat down. "Now, there have been some rumors around camp that you slew Venomfang. Is that true?" Dagg shifted positions uneasily before replying.
"Yes...But Dad, she called me a baby because I still wear diapers!" Bloodwrath nodded his head knowingly in response.
"And you had every right to kill her, Son. I was going to deal with that big-mouth soon anyway, so you just did it for me. Good job, Dagg." With that, the huge badger patted his "son" on the back. Dagg felt a rush of relief surge through him, combined with his love and adoration for the great leader.
Bloodwrath watched his son go. He loved him, but he didn't quite trust him. Dagg was evil enough, that was true, but he was a little empty-headed at times. He wanted his son to be strong and smart, and Bloodwrath was afraid that Dagg had been dropped as an infant or something. Bloodwrath would have to test his son. But how? The old badger didn't want to hurt a hair on his darling-precious-cute-itty-bitty-killer-evil son's pelt. But what should he do? Kill something that Dagg loved. But what did Dagg love? Bloodwrath wasn't about to kill himself, but then he had a plan. They were going to attack Redwall, and they needed a spy. Daggertooth would make a perfect spy.
"Daggie!" he bellowed.
"Coming," answered Dagg. Bloodwrath explained his plan to Dagg, who loved it. As he turned to go, Bloodwrath said,
"Wait, you need to come up with a less fierce name. Go as Victor," he said, remembering the seer's words.
"Sure Dad, whatever you say!" Dagg replied.
"Now let's see, I'll need a awful lot of supplies, Dad says Redwall is a week's travel from here..." He mused, thinking aloud as he prepared for the journey. "Oh, and I must remember to write down the place he wants me to stay at, what was it again? Ah yes, Saint Ninian's..."
For the next day-and-a-half, the otter packed food, got new Redwallian currency from Triple AAA, made sure that all his clothing would be clean in time, and especially made sure that his personal prize dagger would be shining and beautiful when it was time to leave.
Finally, the day came for him to leave the tribe. Bloodwrath's eyes filled with tears as he hugged his son.
"Sorry, Son, it's just that this is an emotional time for me," he sobbed into Dagg's ear.
"I miss you already." Dagg's vision blurred even more than his father's. Then, the moment ended with Bloodwrath screaming bloody murder.
"What the *beep* do you have underneath your *beep* cloak, Son???" Bloodwrath sat on the ground, sucking on a wounded paw.
"Are you alright Dad?" Dagg asked his father nervously. "It's just my dagger, I sharpened it a lot today, and I'm really sorry, it was a total accident, I swear!"
"Yes, I forgive you, and I am alright. Although, if you bring your dagger with you to a peaceful place, they will be wary of you, not trust you, etc. So, I am forbidding you to bring it with you, simply for safety precautions. After all, what would I do if something ever happened to my only son?" Dagg smiled, said his goodbyes to everyone else, and marched jauntily through the woods.
"Goodbye, Victor!"
It was the last thing he heard his father say.
Chapter Three: Strawberry Pie And A Secret
Meanwhile at Redwall:
Quinnquay the hare darted through the Redwall garden, her paws clutching the stolen strawberry pie. She heard the sound of pursuing pawsteps and quickly stuffed the pie in her mouth whole.
"Quinquayuis Quincy Dahrendu!!" Dang, thought Quinnquay. I'm like dead. She turned to face Welbot, father Abbot of Redwall. Welbot was a mouse, but he had quite a temper.
"Quinquayuis Quincy Dahrendu, did you take Friar Lackionialon's pie?' Quinnquay reflected on what a ridiculous name Lackionialon was. She managed to swallow before she answered.
"No, sah, I didn't take ol' Lacki's bally pie. I hate strawberry, wot!"
"How did you know it was strawberry?" asked Welbot suspiciously.
"Uh, I saw her make it, sah."
"Very well, then, I shall find the dibbun that did take it then," (dibbuns are what the Redwaller call their young) Quinnquay was about to remark that she wasn't any dibbun, but then she thought better of it.
"Yesh faver abbit sah," she faked the dibbun baby talk. Welbot gave Quinn a fierce look as he stomped off.
"At it again, ol' chum?" Quinn turned around to see Nadionalion the otter, Lackionialon’s son.
"Why, yes Nadi," said Quinn.
"And you didn't save any for me, ol' chum?"
"No, sorry, but I bally well didn't have time when ol' Wellybot came running after me, wot, wot!" Quinn laughed. "An' he almost caught me too, but I'm to bally smart fer that ol' duffer," The two friends laughed together. Little did they know that it would be one of the last times that they would laugh at all, for in the near future, both sorrow and death would come between them.
Father Abbot Welbot was in, let's just say, a LITTLE bit of a huff. Then all of a sudden, he had a brainstorm.
"Aha!" He exclaimed triumphantly, before stuffing a paw over his mouth so no one could hear. "I finally know how to get rid of that terrible two-some once and for all!" He danced a short jig before quickly running towards the southwestern corner of Redwall. Welbot glanced over his shoulder to make sure there was no one around. Then, he lifted a bush's branch and crawled underneath it, looking behind himself all the while, and practicing the line he was planning on saying just in case anyone did happen to see him:
"You didn't see anything..." Eventually he found the secret lever, pulled it, and slid down a slippery slide, covered in moss so it would be sleek and silent, as well as quite cushy.
"Wheeee!!" He shrieked as the speed grew up to 153 miles per hour, with just a bit of sandpaper at the very bottom so as to slow up his fall so "Ol' Welly" wouldn't get any broken bones, like the first trial run. He had almost gotten found out then, but thankfully he had been able to think up a scheme of falling off the ramparts and landing on his back. Dawquairiaina (Redwall's one and only healer) had looked at him questionably, but no one had said anything at the time. Except for Quinn and her buddy, Nadi. Of course. But now, things were going to change.
Welbot was thinking all of this, when all of a sudden he hit the sandpaper and landed on the new trampoline, recently installed for his comfort. He reached out his arms, and a machine-robot-thingy-ma-jig put on his laboratory jacket. Welbot pulled on his thick oak-bark gloves. He slipped his goggles made of sea glass over his eyes. Welbot grabbed a beaker made of oak. He squeezed some strawberries into a sweet juice. He also added a touch of nutmeg. Welbot then added a pinch of Nightshade, a deadly poison. Welbot gave an evil grin and giggled.
"Quinquayuis will soon be dead," Welbot chuckled. "I will hold a feast tonight, a feast in honor of all the hares. This cordial will be for the winner, but how will I get Quinquayuis to win. Hmmm, an eating contest, yes, that"s it, but any of the other hares could win, and I don't want to poison them. I' ve got it!" Welbot grinned evilly. "I will have Lackionialon, the friar, make another strawberry pie, and dear Quinquayuis will steal and eat it! Then my abbey will be free from that horrid pest!" The pie was made, post-haste.
"Look at that, Quinn ol' chum," Quinnquay looked in the direction her friend pointed.
"Another pie, wot, wot?"
"Yes," Nadi grinned. "An' it's left out on the window sill, just fer us, ol' chum, wot?" Quinn snickered.
"Then let's take it!" She crept forward, with Nadi right behind her. Quickly, she reached forward and grabbed the pie. Friar Lackionialon appeared and whacked her paws with a wooden ladle.
"Stay away from my pie, ya hear?"
"Y-yes, Mrs. Friar Lackionialon marm." Quinn and Nadi slunk away.
In the bushes, Welbot suppressed a scream of frustration. How the heck could possibly kill Quinn now? And more importantly, how was he ever going to dump that pie so no one else would die?? Think think think, he told himself. How would I become dead if I was a hare? Aha! I've got it again. And he danced another jig. All he would have to do is lure Lackionialon into going away from the pie for about 1 minute, maybe even 10 seconds. It doesn't take long to steal a pie! Welbot cautiously crept out of his hiding place only to be confronted by a wandering molebabe and his friends.
"Well hoi thur zur abbit," she greeted him.
"What? Oh yes, hello young Gaqury." He replied cordially. "And what are you and your little buddies up to on this fine morn?" After that, in hopes of not being caught and tossed into the mucky dishwater Redwallers used for dibbun baths (after all, the "water" would only become dirty anyway! Why shouldn't they use it??) Gaqury and all the other dibbuns ran off in the opposite direction as fast as their tiny, chubby, mole legs could take them. The father abbot didn't chase them, however, because he had given up all care for Redwallers unless there was someone around. After all, what's the point? Being evil was WAY more fun! All of a sudden, a huge pike leaped out of the water and swallowed the dibbuns alive, then made yet another fantastic leap back to its home underwater, leaving nary a ripple on the surface of the pond. Welbot shrugged, and then walked away. He thought that moles were extremely annoying anyway. Nobody liked them.
Chapter Four: Molebabes *sigh*
Meanwhile, Dagg was stalking merrily through the woods. As he walked, he sang.
"Oh, I'm goin' to Redwall,
Yes, I am goin' to Redwall,
To kill some moles,
And shrews, and mice,
Otters and a vole or two,
I'm gonna take Redwall for my own,
And my Daddy too!"
And with thoughts of conquest, killing and murder, and roasting Redwallers o'er an open bonfire, Dagg marched for a while longer until it was about noon time. Then, he began looking for a place to camp and eat lunch, but immediately bumped into some molebabes as he walked around a rather large tree. It was then that he realized that he had been walking SO fast, he must be practically on top of Redwall! He said hello to them, and they, not realizing the difference between the Redwallian otters and this strange beast with an x-shaped scar on his forehead, let Dagg capture them in the twinkling of an eye.
"Good thing I brought this handy-dandy sack along with me," he exclaimed cheerfully. He continued along and continued his song.
"Oh yes, I'm goin' to Redwall," Then he had an idea. He pulled one of the moles from his sack.
"Oh burr hurr Oi thoight what Oi were stuck ther fereva burrhurrdurr," The little annoyance said, blinking his eyes in the bright sun.
"What's your name?" Dagg demanded.
"Moi name be Dummbell Mowl," said Dummbel Mowl.
"Well, Dummy," said Dagg. "My name is Victor. Do you know the way to Redwall?"
"Woi yes Oi do!"
"Can you show me the way?" Dummbell nodded.
"Thatway Oi fink," Dagg groaned and wondered what he had gotten himself into. The molebabe was clearly lost; he was pointing in the direction Dagg had been coming from. He sighed wearily, and then tossed the obnoxious little beast back into the sack.
"Hey! Whut is Oi doin' back in 'ere, zur ottur frend?" The "ottur frend" simply took the bag off his shoulders, found a nice, fat and rock hard tree, and swung the thing against it with all his might. There was a muffled scream, but just as Dagg thought he had gotten rid of the mole's backtalk, it became apparent that there was a humongous gap in the center of the tree! Dagg cursed violently, realizing that his strength was so great that he had actually thrown the molebabes right through a solid oak tree, and they were no where to be seen. He had wanted to use them as hostages, too!
"Blast!" he shouted. Now Daggie was in big trouble.
Chapter Five: Conflict for Ol' Wellybot
"I see you looking at my pie, ya theivin' scoundrel, wot!" the Redwall cook shouted at Welbot, who was trying to steal it.
"Um, see, I need that," said Welbot.
"Fer what?" asked the cook suspiciously.
"Urm, the strawberries in the garden were rotten!"
"No, they was fine!"
"Look, over there!" shouted Welbot. "Gaqury got eaten by a pike!" As Lackionialon ran to the pond, Welbot grabbed the pie.
"Oh Quinnquay!"he called. "I have something for you!"
"Comin' sah Wellybot, I mean Welbot, sah, wot!" Quinn presented herself in front of Welbot.
"I have this pie for you, Quinn."
"You never call me Quinn, sah," Welbot almost screamed: "Take it, you stupid rabbit," but he controlled himself.
"Well, I just started."
"Sorry, sah, I ain't hungry, wot," Quinnquay skipped off. Nadi was hiding behind the bushes, where he struggled violently not to burst out laughing. Imagine Quinn not eating a strawberry pie being GIVEN to her by the father abbot himself! Well, Welbot didn't know what else to do, so he went inside the abbey and brought the pie up to his room to meditate. Meanwhile...
Nadi yanked Quinn into the bushes with him.
"He's going to get awfully suspicious, ol' chum." He advised cautiously. What the *beep* is he going to think, you refusing grub??" I tell ya, Quinn, 'tis not a smart move in the real-life version of chess."
"Ah, don't you worry 'bout a bally thing, Nadi. I'll take good care o' meself. Besides, I think it feels awfully good to trick the abbot an' stuff. Tell you what, ol' chum," and Quinn lowered her voice to a confidential whisper. "Ol' Wellybot 'as been actin' bally suspicious 'imself lately, wot wot. "And I'm thinking 'tis high time we bally well shadow him wot, eh?" Nadi shook his head in amazement.
"HOW DID YOU THINK OF A PLAN LIKE THAT???? I LOVE IT!!!!!" He shouted enthusiastically. Quinn stuffed a paw over his mouth.
"Keep makin' noise like that'n an' you won't be in a very good position, ol' chum," she warned him.
"Ok, Quinn ol' buddy pal," the otter replied. The hare and her friend crept off after the abbot. Welbot looked around, clutching the pie. When he thought no one was looking, he pulled the lever and slipped into his secret laboratory
"After him, Quinn!" Whispered Nadi. As they turned a corner, it seemed that the abbot had disappeared!
"Where's the ol' duffer go, Nadi?" queried Quinnquay quizzically.
"I dunno," It seemed like Welbot had disappeared into the wall.
"Well," said Quinn, "We'll just wait here fer him, wot?"
"That's a good plan, mate," the two friends sat down to wait. Time passed. More time passed.Then, they fell asleep.
Chapter 6: Muahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A small scope thingy popped up, hidden in the bush. It scanned the land; saw the forms of Nadi and Quinn then went back under. Welbot soon appeared, exiting from a secret exit behind a large redwood tree. He snuck up on the two sleeping beasts, then pulled out two dirks and stabbed one each into their hearts. Leaving the corpses behind for the Redwallers to find, Welbot hopped back down his oh-so-cushy slide. From the bushes, Nadi and Quinn watched.
"It's a good thing we made those dummies, wot! And you thought I was just being paranoid."
"Yew was right, Quinn, ol' buddy. But what do we do now?"
"We need to follow ol' Wellybot. I always knowed that stinkpot was up to no good!" They began to search for the lever. It barely took them a moment, though they sat before it contemplating, hidden in the bushes, for quite some time.
Then all of a sudden and out of the blue, a giant adder came out of nowhere and devoured everyone in sight. (Including the bad guys somewhere over the rainbow!)
Reviews
1) Laterose says:
"6 out of 10 stars"
"In the beginning I thought it was quite interesting. A badger being the bad guy instead of some vermin, ya know? But then it began to mess up when the hare appeared. How in the world did that Abbot get in his place if he was evil and acted all mean to everyone? And was he really that peeved toward Quinn to poison her? Of course, that had nothing to do with Daggertooth whatsoever, and the last we hear of him is trying to get to Redwall.
And then, the infamous ending with every dying by some totally unlikely event. Okay... so that was all for nothing? A giant adder? Think again. Your style is good, most of the time, but try not to be too spontaneous with your action- Dagg killing Venomfang at 13 seasons? He did have time before that. And the Dibbuns getting swallowed by the pike was- really gross."
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