I own nothing and no one but Wisper and Nigel and the man who is nameless. Everyone else belongs to the one, the only, John Flanagan!

*Wisper's POV*

I ran, stumbling over roots, branches whipping my face. They called after me. Thief, traitor, an offense to the crown. I'm used to that though. After all, what do you expect if you're both half Skandian and Morgarath's daughter?

Everywhere I go, people know me and who my parents were because so many people recognize Morgarath in me. I have long blonde hair, almost white, and I wear gray-black clothes because they help me hide in the night.

I'm not evil, just thought to be because of my parents. I want to be a Ranger more than anything.

I run until my breath becomes ragged. Then I curl up at the base of a tree and sleep claims me.

*Gilan's POV*

Blaze let out a neigh, letting me know that someone was coming. I get up quietly, as the steps outside creaks softly. I open the door just as the fist came down to knock. I sway out of the way.

The fist's owner looks very surprised and flustered.

"Well?" I prompt.

"There's a thief, a traitor at the village. She ran into the forest and we need you to catch her." The man said.

"And what did this thief steel?" I ask.

"She, um... stole two ducks from Nigel." The man said, but I know he's lying. Still, I ask him to show me to the place she went into the woods.

She was clearly in a hurry. She left a pretty clear path. But the village people wouldn't have been able to track her. At least, not farther than a few feet in. Still, I find her with ease.

She's curled up near a tree, breathing softly. I look on in shock, seeing that she bore a striking resemblance to Morgarath. I gently shake her to wake her up. She looks up at me in shock.

"Hello." I say. "I'm Ranger Gilan. Who are you?"

She looks around a grabs a stick, then sweeps away the leaves from the ground. Then she writes in the dirt. 'I'm Wisper. I'm mute.'

"Oh, then, hello Wisper." I say.

'What will you do with me? I know you were sent.'

"I'm just going to ask you to come with me, though I doubt you stole anything." I say, then I smile.

*Imma line break*

"So, the villagers say you stole something. Did you?" I ask the girl.

'No. They say I am evil because of my parents. A Sandian and Morgarath for a mother and father. I want to be a Ranger though. I don't want to be evil.' she writes.

I smile. "I'm glad you don't want to be evil, because you look like a good friend."

She smiles.

'Can I be your apprentice? I would work super hard and I would practice until I drop and' She stops writing as I lay a hand on her arm.

"I suppose we could work something out." I say.

Wisper jumps up, her chair clattering to the floor. She leans over and hugs me hard. At first I stiffen up at the sudden contact, but then I relax into her arms.

*Wisper's POV*

I can't believe he accepted me! Wow, me, a Ranger! I told him not to treat me any different just because I'm a girl, and I'm glad for that.

"Wisper!" Gilan calls.

I stand up and walk over to him.

"So, first we need to wash the dishes, sweep the floor, chop the firewood, clean the fireplace, and beat the rugs." Gilan says.

'What? I thought you said you wouldn't treat me like a girl.' I write.

"And I'm not. This is no mighty castle. This is a lowly cabin, and we have to clean." He says as if it's obvious. And it is obvious.

I nod, and roll up my sleeves and grab the broom.

*Line break, because I can't figure this thing out*

So, how do you guys like this? I may have made a little reference to this story in my story 'Daddy.' This is the snippet:

'Will: Umm, you see, a friend has you in mind. You'll have to wait for my friend to find you and then write about it.

Me: Noo, you can't leave me on a cliffhanger in my own book!'

So ya, this is in response to that. I've actually been planning this thingy for a while.

~Wisper Ranger 26