Sorry about the super long wait on this story. I've been busy with my other stories, and I really didn't have a lot of time to finish this. Plus I got a bit of writer's block. This is the second part of the two-shot. I hope you enjoy this. Also, enjoy the ending. It took some time to craft.

Well, enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranger's Apprentice. All rights go to John Flanagan.

Chapter 2

When Evanlyn woke up, she found herself in a dank, smelly, and small room. The two boys she had seen earlier were there.

One noticed she was awake, and said, "Hello pretty."

The other said, "I'm sure you find me… attractive."

"We'll keep you here, until your friends return to Araluen."

"They'll never leave me behind. They'll search for me, and when they find you, they'll exact deep vengeance on you." Evanlyn threatened.

"Oh I'm so scared." said one boy.

"Yeah, I'm shaking so much, I'm going to wet myself."

"You're going to regret this." Evanlyn said.

"I'm sure we will." The tall boy snorted.

Evanlyn started screaming at the top of her lungs. That was a great idea, especially since the walls were not noise-proof. The boys shoved a gag into her mouth, and one tried to seal her lips shut with his own, but Evanlyn dodged him.

The door opened, and Will burst through, his bow ready, with an arrow already in the string. Horace followed him, sword at the ready. Will immediately shot one of the boys in the leg through the calf with his arrow. Horace followed him, and cut a deep gash across the chest of the other boy, who had grabbed his axe. He fell on his face and moaned with pain. Will was by Evanlyn's side in a heartbeat. He was already cutting through her bonds, and taking the gag out of her mouth. She got lost in his brown eyes.

Horace didn't seem to notice what was going on, as he was binding the boys with thumb cuffs. When he finished, he looked around at his surroundings and whistled. It was a great place to hide a person. From the outside, it looked like just a regular piece of floor, unless you paid really close attention. On the inside, there was no other way out. Also, there was plenty of food and water stored. A person could live there for months and he would have no problem whatsoever. Meanwhile, Will dragged the boys out of the room. Evanlyn followed him out, still shaking from her ordeal. Horace followed, troubled with his own thoughts.

When they got back to Erak, and Evanlyn told her story, rephrasing it slightly to make the Skandian boys seem slightly better than they really were, Erak punished the boys by placing their names on the Cursed List. The list was reserved for Skandians who had committed an extremely terrible crime, and therefore would be remembered by all Skandians as a foul and revile person just like the Skandian demigod Lorag. (A/N: I only remembered that because the guy said it when Ingvar swung a club at him. :D) The boys were almost exiled, and would probably have been exiled, if Evanlyn hadn't stepped in and spoken on their behalf. This surprised both Will and Horace, as they thought that Evanlyn hated them as much as they did. Then they remembered that Evanlyn had tried to spare Slagor, even though he was a traitor. After that, they weren't puzzled at all. Soon, however, it was time to go home. As Erak sailed Wolfwind up the river, his mind was working as soon as he saw the castle. How many men would I need? If we won, how many oxen would it take to load all the treasure in? How many men guard that castle? What defenses does that castle have? How big of a battering ram do we need? How much- His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"You'd never make it past the moat." Halt whispered.

Shocked that a Ranger he had only known for a month or so knew his mind so well, he instinctively asked, "How'd you know?"

With a smile, Halt said, "You're a Skandian."

Erak thought about it, nodded his head several times, then turned and signaled Svengal, his first mate, who gave orders to the men as they beached. The crowd waiting for them was a spectacle indeed. No Skandian had been given such a reception before. Erak was proud to be the first Skandian to set foot on Araluen soil without the people living there shouting Skandians and trying to kill him.

They held a welcome celebration, and eventually Erak went home.

Later, at the feast, Will accepted his new position as one of the (insert name of the Elite Scouts thing. I forget sorry! Haven't read that in a while!). Evanlyn was overjoyed. She had won him over from Alyss.

The next day, he visited her, and they took a walk along the river with no guards at all. She leaned against his shoulder. He didn't mind, instead putting an arm around her. Later, before they parted, she leaned in and…

I left the ending up to you. This is the end of the story. Pretty bad compared to my others, but oh well. If you enjoyed it, please leave a review. Always helps!