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No more!(author: Heretic al-Taneli)
"Redwall is mine!" - that was the first Cluny the Scourge's thought when he opened his eyes. After all this terrible nights now he had slept without nightmares. He slept on abbot Mortimer's bed: it was the biggest and the softest in whole abbey.
Again rat warlord felt the cold on his back which appears only in danger. Yesterday he could die. Matthias, the little mouse, who imagined him a warrior, wanted to trick Cluny it a battle. It was at the top of the belfry. Cluny stayed under the bell and Matthias - at the very top. Mousy cut the rope which held the bell. Only his reaction saved Cluny: he jumped aside and bell crushed the floor near him. Matthias thought he killed Cluny and went down. When he paused Cluny threw into him his sword. It made the outcome of battle. Cluny returned on battlefield and reorganized attack so his army killed all Redwall "leaders". Other beasts became Cluny's captives.
On the same day Cluny's rats worked hard. They've changed everything in abbey. Hated tapestry with Martin the Warrior, the Redwall defender, whos ghost chased Cluny in his dreams, was burnt. Some rooms of the legendary abode has lost its purpose. Cluny's rats started to use them as weapon. The inhabitants of abbey who was captured during the battle Cluny closes in the Redwall's cells. So far the rat warlord just needn't them.
This morning Cluny decided to have a look for the Redwall. All his warriors - even his guards - was sleeping. Cluny went beside them and was on the florid stairs. Rat's paws felt the cold of rocks: sunlight didn't get almost all Redwall stairs. But stairs finished. Cluny was in the Grand Hall when only yesterday was this damned tapesrty.
When Cluny remembered Martin's ghost warlord's eye shined with evil. But Cluny could fight with his own ander? How it's possible to rage on defeated beasts? Neither Martin nor Redwallers now can't disserve Cluny!
Cluny was walking about the Grand Hall when he saw different stairs and hallways that led here.And suddenly a thought came to Cluny's mind. Every beasts that he conquered had their own treasures. So why not Redwallers must have theirs? And if they have, they must hide them into vault!
Cluny took a torch and started to go down to the most near stairs to him. He thought that he could find the way back in any case.
This stairs that Cluny had chosen hadn't ben used for a long period of time. Stairs were covered with dust, the spiderweb with dead spiders were everywhere. Even spiders did'n need this place. Wooden handrail cracked and the air was wet and old.
Cluny lit one wall by his torch. He saw some strange wall paintings: ancient letters, figures om mice, rats, ship, fire... somebody's houses destroyed and flaming, beasts crying over the bodies of their friends and relatives...
- What's the snuck is it?! - asked Cluny in a loud voice. His words was repeated by echo. And suddenly Cluny felt a bit uncomfortable: he remembered Martin's ghost. At this mometn Cluny felt like in his nightmares.
But the want of treasures was stronger than fear. Cluny continued to go down trying not to look at the wall paintings. Suddenlu stairs ended and Cluny saw a big wooden door. It was covered with almost frayed spiderweb and the wood which from it was made became dark on time.
Cluny put the torch on the torch holder near the door and tried to open it. It has no lock so Cluny thought that he could open it just by snatch. But the door didn't. It felt like it was closed inside.
Rat warlord became angry. How, just how could this mice isolate this plase behind the door?! How do even they come here? Cluny completely forgot that nobody use the stairs that led here for a long time. He just was offended that the treasures - and he was sure that treasures are here - are so close and so inaccessible.
Cluny took his sword from sneath and chopped the door repeatedly. The wood echoed by obscure sound but didn't crumble. It was strong.
- Hell, open up! - roared Cluny.
"Open up... open up... open up..." - echo repeated. Cluny became more angry because of this and kicked the door with his back paw. And Cluny hapdly kept the scream of pain: he hit his paw badly.
And suddenly in ensuing silence a quite squeak rang. The damned door half-opened. As it turned out it wasn't close. Its loop just severely rusted.
Cluny smiled widely and tore the door to himself. It drearly chunched and opened. Immideately Cluny ran into the room that was behind. And froze in horror.
No, there was no graves, skeletons or marks of massacre. There was barren purity. Everything: ceiling, floor, walls - was a calm blue colour. There was light even there was no torches burning. In this room was no torches at all.
There was nothing. Only something like fountain pool was in the middle.
"Treasures must be here!" - Cluny thought and went to the "fountain". But he was dissapointed: in the light-blue construction covered with small but distinguishable scratches was nothing. Only a little tree was growing from the center. The tryings to chime bluish marble crowned with sucsess for tree but drained his life powers completely. Fragile black thin net of sprigs which had little but dead kidneys looked so wrong, scary, unnaturally on the light-blue marble so Cluny stayed speechless for some time.
Then a new feeling appeared. Something cold and prickly stirred in the Cluny's soul. And suddenly Cluny realized that he hears different voices.
- So, you really...
- Prior! Abbot!
- Help me!
- We are here not for the fight...
Of course it was just a perverted result of fear. But Cluny took his sword and wanted to strike the "fountain" and the dead tree - for honour. But suddenly one voice - high and shrill - rang into Cluny's mind overlapping others:
- Don't come! Don't come-e-e-e-e!!!
It was the last. Cluny forgot about everything and ran away from the strange room across the darkness to the light where was no strange voiced, no treasures.
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