The Abbey of Loamhedge

Loamhedge Abbey stood strong before the earthquake. There was so much flamboyance, but not too proud. It was the perfect blend; at first, the mice and hedgehogs and squirrels who founded the Abbey of Loamhedge were very humble. The Abbey wasn’t exactly a great piece of art. However, as it grew, and more families and creatures moved in, it flourished. Plants grew even on the hot, caked up soil that was so encrusted by sand and rock. This place of majesty and wonderment was a barren region. A desert!

As recorded in the ‘Chronicles of Loamhedge’ written by an unknown early recorder at the newer, Redwall Abbey, a plague struck the Abbey. Thus, it was deserted. Hah, did you really think that those proud, traditionally led creatures were going to leave completely? No, not at all. Led by a hedgehog named Ruddaring, some of the group disbanded from the others. “My great great gran'spike ‘elped build this very Abbey with ‘is own paws,” Ruddaring demanded, who at the time was only a Cellar Keeper, “an’ I will not leave until I die, so ‘elp me, Dark Forest!”

Thus, many mice and squirrels stayed, with a few hedgehogs and moles, some voles, and more! Good ferrets, good rats, and others elected Ruddaring as Abbot, and he suited the job well. As Loamhedge Abbey grew, so did the bond between each Abbeybeast, filling the abode with such a peace and joy that you could simply faint in the lovely ambiance of it all! When the earthquake struck a hundred seasons later, the Abbey died and collapsed; not in terror, but in peace. It slowly decayed away, everyone praying, and everyone remembering… they were on their way to Dark Forest, and this wasn’t an end. It was a beginning.

Loamhedge has named the Season:

Winter of the Marmelade Skies

By Stoakly Centurio