Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall. Most of the characters in this fanfic are from Martin the Warrior and The Legend of Luke.Imade up Theran and co. and a few others, but apart from that, none of the other characters are mine. The parts in italics are quoted from Martin the Warrior.

Prologue

Ranguvar Foeseeker crawled slowly up the beach. She was battered and half-drowned, but alive. She and Luke the Warrior had run the hated ship Goreleech aground, and with help from the escaped oarslaves, had slain the entire crew.

The black squirrel raised her head, 'Luke?' she croaked. 'Luke? Where are you?'

'I'm here,' said Luke the Warrior. 'Where's the rest of the crew?'

Ranguvar shook her head. 'I dunno. Are you alright?'

'I'm fine. But—

Looking up, Ranguvar saw an evil-looking weasel holding Luke by the back of his tunic. The warrior mouse struggled, and the weasel held a rusty sword to his throat. 'One move from yew an' I'll show yer how t'use this blade on a mouse.'

But he had not reckoned with Ranguvar. The black squirrel came hurtling at him, knocking the blade from his paw, and kicking him in the stomach. She knocked him to the ground, yelling her warcry. 'Yayalahoooooo!'

Immediately the pair were surrounded by vermin, brandishing a fearsome array of weaponry.

'Stand back to back with me,' Luke said under his breath to Ranguvar. 'We'll give them something to remember us by.'

Suddenly a rat sneaked up behind him, and struck the back of his head, knocking him out. Ranguvar was instantly upon him. A fox grabbed her, and struck her head with his spearbutt.

'There, that'n's taken care of,' he said, chuckled evilly. 'We'd best get these slaves back to Lord Badrang.'