A/N: The overuse of the word 'cold' is deliberate. Well, I had planned to do this from Sunflash's POV, but then decided to do it from Veil's - I don't think Sunflash would be afraid. Maybe I'll do another fic to this song. Martin/Rose - uh-oh, I can hear you screaming even (probably) on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Mariel Gullwhacker.

P.S. Slightly gothic, but it reminds me of Veil.

I shivered. It was so cold! I hadn't expected it to be so freezing cold, even if it was winter. It had never been cold in the abbey - no, darn that abbey. They threw me out, and that stupid, kind, foolish, gentle Bryony followed me. I'm far away now.

I learnt about winter too late to know that it was so cold. Now I have to face it alone, with no warning. And I'm scared. Scared that I'll die. Scared that my father will be dead before I can be revenged upon him. I wouldn't admit it, even to myself, but it's there.

I'll wait for those things that will lead me to him. I'll find a way to kill him. I can wait until the time is ripe, then leap out and destroy him! I'll find a way home…where I should be, with my own kind, who won't spurn me, make me an Outcast like the Redwallers did!

I'll travel by night, over hill and dale, over the seven seas. I know which way to go - north! North to Salamandastron. That's where he'll be. I may have only been a babe when I was abandoned, but I remember a little. He hated that badger who rendered his trademark sixclaw - like mine - useless. I know his name, Swartt Sixclaw. My mother was Bluefen. The badger he seeks is named Sunflash the Mace. And Nightshade, I sometimes think of her. Old hag, she was, pretending to See things for my father, just so she could have some loot. She couldn't See that I would be picked up by Redwallers. That's the only thing I can thank them for. Keeping me alive.

Bryony was the only nice creature, who didn't despise me for being a ferret. Maybe I'll go home to her when I've killed my father. No, I won't. She'll want me to be a goodbeast, and I won't, no matter what she says. I can't, but she doesn't understand that. When I've murdered Swartt, his blood will be on my paws, and she won't stand that. She'll make me wash them immediately.

I'll kill him. Kill him in cold blood, just like he abandoned me, and left my mother to die. Or maybe not cold blood. Perhaps I'll get the Bloodwrath and murder him in a flash of temper. Either way, he'll die from me or the badger, Sunflash. He's handy, that badger. He makes my job a lot easier. Then I'll go home with Bryony, maybe. Or perhaps I'll take over a horde, like Swartt did. But I won't let him kill me. Ever. I may be in exile from Redwall, but I'll exile him…from life.