The storm swept over the lands like a blanket. The snowswept travelers held each other up in the blast of snow, the large oak doors of some big building was in front of them.
The ferret, a young female with milky white fur, began banging on the door, her grandfather, old, and grey was next to her. The gates were opened and a hare saluted in military style.
"Welcome travelers to Paladin Castle, run by lord Whitefrost Goldclaw, what is your business?"
The female smiled, "Is it any trouble for two travelers from Redwall to sit down and rest their feet?"
"Redwall, hmmm, never heard of it, you can enter."
The ferrets entered the castle. They walked across the drawbridge and waited for the four portcullises to open. They walked across the massive courtyard and opened the throne room doors.
A huge celebration was taking place. The visitors were greeted by the Lord of Paladin Castle, a tall badger with pure white fur.
"Welcome, sit down, take in my son's birthday party."
The young dibbuns huddled around the visitors. "Would all of you like to hear a story?" the old ferret asked.
The dibbuns clapped.
"This is a story about the land we came from, Redwall. It starts with a nightmare, and ends with a dream…