Hey guys :) I wanted to post something so here it is!

Chapter 2: Wake Up!

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Will was still, in fact, passed out in the kitchen chair. Hopefully the sound of many pots of water boiling over a stove wouldn't help him break through the clutches of sleep…

A unicorn pranced by, going by the name of Ms. Whii-Shnaw :) (yes, with the smile). Flowers bloomed wherever she twirled, and once-dull plain blossomed with life, teeming over the brim with mushy happiness! Suddenly, a deluge of rain was dumped upon these unsuspecting creatures of elegance. The unicorn was soaked. She glowed, brightly, brilliantly, all colors of the rainbow (and ones not in it) pulsed, the unicorn the epicenter of this amazing display of bursting colors. Then…just then…a woman appeared just as the rain was vanishing in the hands—hooves—of Ms. Whii Shnaw :). She took a match, striking it against the box to light it. Miraculously, it stayed lit through the tormenting gusts of wind and even set the rain on fire. She started singing in an impossibly high voice without missing a note.

I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out you name

Will (and Ms. Whii Shnaw :)) did not know what that had to do with anything…other than the fact that it was, in fact, raining fire.

Time to take cover.

Gil glanced over to Will. Stirring, he started mumbling. Straining his ears to make out what he was saying, he heard exactly this:

Little unicorn
Oh, beautiful unicorn
Save us all from that evil woman who set fried chicken to the rain
Nom nom nom chicken good
Mr. Whee Shnaw

"Ohhhhh kaaaaaaaay…" he nodded once as if in affirmation that Will really was sleeping and not on drugs. And not singing about unicorns.

Please don't wake up

At least the coffee was almost ready!

Gosh Gil, you didn't just give Will LSD, right? (Isn't it that stuff that makes you hallucinate? We learned about it health…) I had fun writing that :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Adele's Set Fire to the Rain or John Flanagan's Ranger's Apprentice. If I did, I wouldn't be on here…for obvious reasons. Use you common sense. (Think deeper! Over time! Past! Present! Future! (yeah, become a minion of my English teacher :)))