When ancient foes return to Mossflower; When Wildcats come and seek great power; Then shall my Sword again be found; Not with I Am That Is, but underground. Hidden away in carved stone, the Sword lays in wait; Where an old man sits upon an old throne, anticipating this fate. He waits not in Salamandastron’s halls; He wait waits not where cheers rise; He waits in the pitfalls of the earth; Where one cannot see the sun rise. A young swordsmouse shall find these lands where slavers used to roam; A place where imprisoned now make for themselves a home. But there shall be fight under the Blood Moon’s light; As eyes that match steel come unfurled! An empire shall rise that many shall despise; As many must fight for their world! Shrew and moles, squirrels and hares, stoats, and otters, badgers and mice; Fight together under the Blood Moon, not once, but thrice. Under the First shall the Sword be recovered, Under the Second shall an army rise, Under the Third shall Mossflower be freed, Under these Blood Moons, great in the skies! For the day shall arise when the Greeneyes and blinded and slain; For as the evil of Wildcats shall return to Mossflower never again! It is two hundred years after the death of Matthias the Warrior, and an ancient threat returns to Mossflower. After this threat becomes known, it is up to a small group of creatures from Redwall Abbey to recover the legendary Sword of Martin and seek aid from the Badger Lord of Salamandastron. Will you be one of the brave creatures questing for the sword? Or do you stay behind and fortify Redwall Abbey, searching for the long-forgotten Brockhall?