Okay, my other story stinks so I hope this one will be better. I do not own Ranger's Apprentice or Inkheart. If I did….well….I might be married to Horace or The Black Prince right now. Until then…all rights go to Cornelia and John Flanagan.

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Chapter One:

Midnight pulled her cloak closer to her skin. She was cold. For it was raining outside and it didn't help matters that she couldn't go back into Halt's cabin until the morning. He sure did like to give out that punishment ever since Will had sang 'Greybeard Halt'.

"At least the tree is comfortable," she muttered.

Just as she said that, her surroundings changed. She was falling from the sky and landed on a hard surface with everyone looking at her. Great. She hated being the center of attention.

'You just fell from the sky! What did you expect?' She thought to herself.

"Get her," a man said, snapping his fingers. Midnight tried t stand but was too dizzy.

'Come on! Halt would already be out of here!'

Two men dragged her to her feet.

"Nothing is wrong with this one!" One of the men said, obviously surprised. Now was her time to attack. She acted as if she were still dizzy and then smacked the man as he was looking at her face. Without a moments notice, she had already fired two arrows and drew her Saxe knife.

"Get away from me," she warned the man coming near her. He kept advancing and she cut his arm. The man looked at the wound without worry and turned back to Midnight, pulling out a strange weapon.

"Don't shoot her." The man who had snapped his fingers said. "We need her alive for now. What's her name?"

"Midnight." She said before anyone else could answer. Her voice was as cold as steel and it had a dangerous edge to it. She had Halt's tone of voice when she talked. It came naturally to her after living with him since birth.

"Where are you from?"

"Redmont Fief, Araluen."

The man stared at her with milky eyes. She stared back into them, not intimidated or afraid. Never show the enemy that you fear them. That can always be used against you. Halt had told her that. Luckily, there was nothing to show.

"Put her in one the cages," he said, waving his hand impatiently. "Only kill her if it's absolutely necessary. There will be consequences if anything happens to her."

She had to get out of there.