A/N OMG I can't wait to start writing. I'm new here so I haven't written a story. This is supposed to be a one-shot of Gilan's apprenticeship, but if I get enough reviews, I'LL MAKE A SERIES OF ONE-SHOTS! I feel so giddy now! May the odds be ever in MY favor (and yours)!

Chapter 1: Not again…

Halt just stared at his apprentice. Why, why, why did I have to take on this apprentice, he thought himself, shaking his head slightly. "HALT," the anguished Gilan cried. Halt muttered darkly, and went outside. Glaring at the young man, he asked," What?!" Gilan gulped and looked for possible escape routes. "Uhhhhhh, my arrow was trying to kill me," he said sheepishly, revealing a cut on his finger. "GILAN," he thundered, "NOT AGAIN." Halt took out his medical kit and bandaged the finger. He yelped with the unexpected sting. "Next time," Halt warned, looking Gilan in the eye, "I will cut off your finger."

2 days later

"GILAN, WAKE UP," Halt bellowed, his voice vibrating in his small cabin. All he heard was a groan and some mumbling. He sighed and went outside to get a bucket of water.

"Gilan, I'm giving you one more chance to GET UP!" Halt said, this time not so loud. He quite enjoyed the little prank he was about to pull. He counted and ten, and then stormed into Gilan's room. He ripped the sheets off… and almost burst with laughter. But Halt spent many years attaining his grim reputation, and he was not going to ruin that by the sight of Gilan in only his underwear. He waited 2 seconds, then threw the freezing water onto Gilan's unprotected body. Gilan woke up with a startled yelp and glared at his mentor. Then he realized he had no clothes on and started pushing Halt toward the kitchen. Gilan moaned and muttered something about "getting up" and "ungodly hours". Unfortunately, Halt overheard this and shouted," Don't make me get more water!"

And, of course, the next day, Gilan being the ignorant teenager he is, decided to sleep in once more. "Not again!" Halt thought. He was becoming increasingly exasperated. He decided that something needed to be done. He snuck into Gilan's room, making no sound at all and quietly flipped the calendar to 4 years later. Then, he started tickling and poking Gilan. Gilan woke up with a start and began to poke Halt back. Halt stepped forward and stopped Gilan. "Gilan," he said seriously, his voice not betraying the laughter going on inside him. "Look at the calendar." Gilan turned around, not knowing what to expect, and his eyes nearly popped out. "W-wh-wh-what?" he stuttered. "D-di-di-did I s-sleep f-f-four years, Halt?" the horror evident in his voice. Halt barely hid his smile, and said with his gravest voice," I'm afraid so Gilan." "You're going to have to spend another four years with me to catch up with all the work we need to catch up on." Gilan jumped out of bed and realized he was almost naked again. But with all the turmoil and confusion going on in his head, he didn't notice. He put on his clothes, quietly mulling over the recent events. Halt quickly left the room, to give his apprentice some privacy and to hide the growing smile on his face.

Later during the day, while Gilan was practicing weaponry with Halt, he turned to Halt with a troubled expression and inquired, "Halt…" Halt raised that famous eyebrow of his at his apprentice and made the "go on" gesture. "If I slept for 4 years straight, aren't my bow and arrow skills supposed to be out of shape?" Gilan said, with a slightly too innocent look on his face. Halt decided that his apprentice had suffered enough and told him, "Gilan, I have to say, you really didn't sleep four years, I turned the calendar and pretended that you slept four years." Gilan still didn't get the point and asked," Now why would you do that?" " To get you to stop sleeping in," Halt replied, saying the last 2 words with a growl. "But it was worth it, your face was priceless!" Gilan assumed a hurt look and harrumphed," I thought I played the tricks." He stormed back into the cabin. Halt looked at his disappearing apprentice and said, "Priceless, priceless indeed."

"Halt, Halt, Halt," a hyper Gilan said, with barely contained excitement. "What," Halt replied, in a very annoyed voice. "I made up a reeeeeeally fun game!" Gilan said, catching his breath. "Not again," Halt muttered, "The last time you did, you ended up with a stubbed toe. If I remember correctly, the name you made up was "soccer". I told you that you shouldn't use a round river stone, but with that idiotic mind of yours, you just went and did it." "Well, this is something different," Gilan replied huffily. "All you have to do is roll a jacket up and tie it together. Then, you get a thick stick and have someone throw the rolled-up jacket at you. You hit the jacket with the stick and ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun in a circle. If you get to your starting position before the thrower gets the ball and catches you, then you win!" "And what would this be called?" Halt asked mildly. "BASEBALL!" Gilan shouted. "COME ON, LET'S PLAY!"

30 minutes later…

Gilan was pumping his arms, running as fast as he could to the rock he placed which indicated his starting point. "I'M GOING TO WIIIIIII-OUCHIES!" Gilan shouted, tripping over the rock and in the meantime, twisting his ankle. Halt immediately ran over and saw his apprentice's strained expression. "My ankle…" he whimpered. "Next time," Halt sighed, "Remind me not to listen to any of your 'fun' ideas."

A/N And there you have it… MY FIRST CHAPPIE! How do you like it? PWEASE REVIEW*maintains a puppy face*. That's the only way I'll know what to do better on. Anyone who reviews is of frizzlesness(my word for awesomeness). REVIEW, REVIEW, AND REVIEW!