A Visitor (Prequel to Fate of Marek Part 1) *REPOST*

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This is a repost from something I made in July, it is set several months ago.

This is my Prequel to Fate of Marek, my Final TP which is set to come out Summer 2015)

Mossflower Woods is a peaceful forest, that surrounds the area of Redwall and Ferravale. In this time of peace, there is rarely anything to worry about here....but the North Forest is a different story. Off the beaten trail, deep in it's woods and within a clearing, is a seemingly ominious but well kept fortress. For a time, very few went there. But it's ruler has since built a moderate sized and orderly city within in the past two seasons. And within it, one vermin hatches dark plots for future.

A village of moderate size is housed within, as well as the barracks for guards and those employed in the ruler's personal army. Beyond is a very well kept grove of sapling trees, beautiful and healthy, but still having quite a few seasons to go before they are fully grown. And behind that is the beautiful but intimidating fortress home of the one that rules here.

Marek.

Yes, it has been true, Marek had built a city underneath the nose of many around him for quite some time, having conquered a few small villages to acheive it. Although, he was certain beasts like Scioto, the Redwallers, and that pesky seer were bound to know of his success in this field by now, especially after his failures in Mossflower. No matter, that could be corrected, he thought to himself. I just need to time to plan, and more resources. Yes, time and resources. Isn't that what all beasts truly need for their goals? Despite his failures, Marek was still quite confident he could make something out of his mistakes. Learn from them, to craft a better, greater, plan of a more articulate design. He was quite confident he could come up with this new plan, and everything was going well.

Until HE showed up.

Marek's Fortress, like Mossflower, was experiencing a time of peace, and Marek wouldn't have it any other way. After his crushing defeat at the hands of the Long Patrol, he needed time to quietly think of a plan. Perhaps he needed to get rid of his foes at Salamandastron. No. He would not be ready for that kind of assault for seasons. Perhaps a direct assault was not the best route to go. No matter, he would come up with a plan in due time. Let Mossflower enjoy it's peace, let the village he housed within enjoy the peacetime as well, let the soldiers have time to lick their wounds. Marek needed a plan.

The beast that arrived, was a rather strange sight in the village, for one did not see a Mouse in this area very often. Marek showed no intentions of caring about the occasional murder every now and then in his village, just as long as the blood was not on his hands. As such; most woodlanders left this area alone. But Irinevok was no ordinary mouse, it was clear by the way he dressed that he certainly belonged here.

Irinevok stood a head taller than any mouse, the hooded figure was unnaturally tall and muscular for one of his species, he intimidated any sane denizen of the town into not stepping a foot near him. His fur was an abysmal shade of the darkest black, except for one brown patch around his left eye. His right eye was dominated by a ragged, old eyepatch. Strapped to his side was a scabbard holding a short sword that just by the murky gray hilt, looked menacing, and his pouch on his other side, was adorned with the likeness of a skull and crossbones, and was likely filled with items that only the darkest, most vile, evil beings would wish to use. Not a single vermin wished to go near him, but he took upon himself to approach one of the guards, who was practically shaken in fear of his presence.

"Marek" he simply said to the guard.

"W-what?" the guard asked.

"Marek" Irinevok hissed, holding a rather uninviting dagger to the throat of the guard. "I will speak to Marek, worm. You will tell me where he is, or you will suffer an agonizing demise by my hand.....Is that understood?"

"Y-Yes" The Guard said.

"Good" Irinevok smirked, not once even bothering to lower the dagger. "Now tell me where I can find Marek....and be quick about it, your worthless vermin life depends on it"

"M-Marek can be f-f-found in his f-fortress just north of here. It's not a few minutes journey from where we stand"

Irinevok smiled, and lowered the dagger, placing it back in his pouch. "Thank you, you are such a good sport" he swiftly pulled the short sword from his scabbard and stabbed deeply into the guard. "A pity your worthless life means nothing to me. You provided information and that is all I needed. Good Day"

Leaving the guard to die, Irinevok moved on through the city, most of it's inhabitants scared even more by his presence, he would only interrupted by the bravest of Marek's Guards whom he also slayed quickly with little remorse at his moved on to his target. Slaying any who stood in way without another thought, and now all that stood before him was his target, Marek.

When Irinevok reached the inner Fortress, he was immediately beset by guards, but this did not matter to him, he was quiet sure he would dispatch them as quickly as he did the others, and at first, it did seem like this, until one guard managed to escape.

"No matter, run fool!" Irinevok grinned. "It will not save your brethren or your master. You are doomed". Irinevok continued to pass his way through the guards, of course, he would tire as getting through the Elites became more and more difficult, but he would not waver in his cause; to slay Marek and all who follow him, and anyone who stands in his way.

But suddenly, he heard a voice from the shadows, an eccentric, calm voice. He recognized it's tone, and raised his sword. It was the voice of Marek.

"Why are you trying to kill my guards is unknown" Marek told him. "If you expected an audience with me, you could just asked, and I would have ablidged".

Before Irinevok could answer, he was struck by a crossbow bolt that made his vision swim, and he heard Marek gloating as sleep overwhelmed him.

"Too bad" Marek said. "Murder on his high a scale cannot be tolerated in my presence. I'm afraid you will have to be executed"

(The Next Day)

Irinevok awoke in a prison cell alone, he supposed the other prisoners had already been executed. Typical of the sly tactician that Marek was, no matter, he would soon find a plan to get out and slay Marek with his bare paws if he had too. He just grinned at the guard as he held the bars.

"What are you staring at, prisoner?" the guard asked. "You're not getting out, and even you did, you don't have any weapons"

"Don't test me, scum" Irinevok simply said. "Or you will die by my hand. I wish to speak with Marek"

"Well you're in luck" the Guard laughed, Marek will be here in three days, he's going to bring you personally to the executioner. You caused a big fuss here, killing all those guards, Marek didn't take to it kindly"

"Very well" Irinevok said. "I will wait until then". Perhaps the best way to kill Marek is to gain his trust, the sinister mouse thought to himself. By outsmarting the tactian, I will win this little game.

(Three Days later)

"Good Morning, prisoner" Marek said as he entered. "I would ask your name, but I don't get acquainted with the dead"

Irinevok chuckled. "A wise tactic, but I insist on you knowing my name, it is Irinevok, and I have no intention of dying.

"You kill my guards in cold blood for no reason, and you have the gall to tell me you intend to avoid death?" Marek asked.

"There was a reason" Irinevok said, laughing manically. "I was bored, isn't that reason enough?"

Marek smirked. "I like your style, but I can't have some madman going about killing my guards left and right. I have plans to intend to"

"What sort of plans?" Irinevok asked. "Perhaps I could help"

"YOU will not help" Marek told him. "YOU will be *executed*"

"Then why not tell me what your plans entail?" Irinevok asked. "It could do no harm, within minutes I will dead. Likely by your paw. The paw of the Great Marek"

"Your flattery is appreciated, but it will not save you" Marek told him. "Very well, I shall tell you. I am currently working on a plot to regain my foothold in Mossflower, and this time, once and for all"

"Ah, but those plans have failed twice" Irinevok pointed out. "What you need is someone to......provide a distraction"

"I am quite capable of making such tactial decisions myself" Marek told him.

"Are you though?" Irinevok asked grinning evilly. "Are you really? Or has the Great and Powerful Marek......lost his touch?"

"Such INSOLENCE!" Marek growled angrily. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME! YOUR DEATH SHALL BE PAINFUL, AND IT SHALL BE BY MY HAND!"

"Now don't be so hasty, Lord Marek" Irinevok told him. "You are making a very tactically wise decision right now. Admit it. You *need* someone like me. Someone to sow the seeds of Chaos and Destruction so that you may take Mossflower from the ashes of what I have done. Someone to provide the right distraction so that your tactics will more likely work. Someone to help you come up with ways to.....intice your enemies not to even fight you. You need a beast like me. Now why don't you listen to what I have to offer"

Marek pulled up a chair and sat down. "Alright, I'm listening

It was on that day, that the Fate of Marek was sealed, for although Marek's plans for the future were dark, some beasts have plans that are much darker, and in the future will get darker still

(Chapter 2 probably won't be up for a while, but I just wanted to get this backstory started, so when my Final Marek TP starts next summer, I will have the entire setup for it ready.)

Fate of Marek

Coming Summer 2015

The End is near. The Darkest Shadow falls even on evil.