_"Aww lookit Kaden try to fight us, tis so cute eh Valt?" Grigg Winder, the oldest of the three brothers pointed out, laughing and nudging Valt, the middle child. Grigg was tall, strong, and fast, but kind of stupid. Valt, was smart, small, quick, but not the strongest. Kaden, was everything between. Even when he was a mere child, their differences were present.
The younger Kaden sat crumpled in the middle of their arena. Blood matted his fur and he weakly pulled himself to his feet. Tears swelled in his eyes.
Valt chuckled, doubling over in his laughter. "Aww lookie! 'e's cryin' Grigg!"
Kaden wiped his tears with the back of his paw. "I 'ate you guys," he whimpered, picking up his wooden sword. Holding it high he charged at the pair. At the same time the pair smacked him with their swords: Grigg struck high while Valt swung at Kaden's gut. The young weasel grunted and fell to the ground in a daze, not wanting to move anymore.
He merely began to cry as his brothers dropped their wooden swords and followed their father out of the arena. After a couple minutes of lying in the rough sandy arena, footsteps were heard. Kaden's mother gently picked him up, holding him close.
"Shhh shhh…now now Kaden, it is okay. Mother is here," she whispered. "One day, I promise, you will be free from all this, and no one will hurt you, my Kaden."_
The blond furred weasel heaved a sigh. He was much better now. His wounds from a couple weeks ago had healed up rather nicely. His eyes wandered to the bright sky before resting on the Abbey. Young beasts were scattered about the Abbey grounds, enjoying themselves. Once again, the weasel found himself longing such a childhood. Yet, he knew what didn't kill him had only made him stronger.
Kaden smiled lightly at the thought. A cold breeze brushed against him. In discomfort, his gloved paws buttoned his black coat. The weasel then shifted his blade across his back. Being the crafty weasel he was, he stole back Duskbringer. He had to. He couldn't just as for it, because didn't want certain beasts to know that he was leaving: Temperance, Cookie, and Avalon.
The weasel thought back to the meeting they had during the celebration. It was true that maybe they could help him, but maybe's only went so far in Kaden's book. He would not allow this place's blood to be on his paws. Besides, he was a vermin. Despite Temperance's attempt to convince him otherwise on that fateful day, he still remained fixed on his status as a vermin. Kaden was a Winder. Winders were killers.
His eyes settled on the abbey one last time. It was possible he could come back. After all, he had a plan, and if it worked better than he thought then he'd be fine. Valt knew he was in this area now. His conniving brother would sent out a search party, and being as stubborn as Valt was, he'd put himself in it. All Kaden had to do was lead that party away from the Abbey, then kill Valt. If he could kill Valt somewhere away from the Abbey, then maybe if Grigg and an army was sent, they'd search in the wrong direction.
Having made up his mind, the weasel turned his back on the Abbey.
"Farewell, Redwall," he whispered.