For once, Kenji Haruki knew where he was going. The ferret walked along an old path on a blissful sunny day. Kenji had an uncanny feeling for where he was headed. He followed the way he knew was correct even as the path curved, split, and crossed others.
Kenji knew what was at the end of this path. It was the home of a a family of hedgehogs he had once visited and stayed with for several days. Now he was coming back. The house was now clearly visible about 50 feet away. But, Kenji could sense something was wrong.
Kenji could now see that the door swung idly on its damaged hinges, looking as if it had been bashed in. His heart came to his mouth as the odd feeling grew worse. Kenji pushed aside the broken door, calling their names into the blackness of the hut. As morning light shone through the now open doorway a terrible scene of bloodshed was reviled.
Kenji stumbled back, trying hard to suppress the warm bile which came to his throat. "No… no," he gasped, "who could have done this?" As if in answer to his question a strange manical laugh came from the nearby trees. Kenji drew his katana and faced the noise, getting into a combat stance. "Come out and fight me coward!" he yelled in the laugh's direction.
There was burst of leaves as a beast came flying out of the brush at extreme speed. There was the flash of metal and an object came at Kenji's head. He moved his katana to deflect the attack, barely blocking the overhead knife slash his opponent had performed. Now as Kenji looked at his enemy's face a cold terror washed over him. It was himself.
The attacker was undoubtedly, in everything but expression, Kenji. His own eyes stared back at him, bloodshot and wild. The other him had a awful grin, exposing sharp teeth. Blood soaked its once black clothing and serrated knife. To late Kenji realized his other self had the other knife in its other paw. It slammed the second blade between his ribs with a bloodthirsty cackle. Kenji felt his paws go limp as he coughed up blood. He dropped his katana and fell back, the world fading into blackness.
Kenji suddenly woke up with a sharp cry, looking about him wildly for his attacker. He found himself lying in the grass on a sunny morning far from any path or the house where the terrible scene had taken place. "It was all just a dream, just a dream," Kenji muttered to himself. Then a strange sight struck him. He was holding his serrated knife against his own ribs.
With a cry of horror Kenji threw down the knife, holding his paw as if it were possessed. "My other mind… it tried to kill me," he choked. But, there was nothing he could do now but except begin his travels again. The truth was that Kenji was quite lost, for in reality his pathfinding skills were far less than ideal.
The poor ferret had set out from Redwall a few days ago in search of solitude, and found it just a little to well. He had now run out of supplies and would have given anything for a guide. Kenji picked up his knife and sheathed with a sigh. He stood and shouldered his empty haversack to set off again. He started walking in no particular direction, wishing his belly wasn't quite so devoid of nourishment.