Author's Note: Well, I got one review. That's something. Then again, my story hasn't been up for very long. I just had realized that I had to add more to the prologue. So, a two-part prologue it is! And since I can't click the reply button for anonymous reviews, I'll just say that this won't be as pointless or as funny as Cerridwyn's fic, because I just like doing fight scenes too much to make them very funny. I also realized this may not make a good humor fic…but who knows?

Prologue, Part 2

Terrence: What the-?

What?

Terrence: You idiot! Making another part to the prologue!

So?

Terrence: No one in their right minds makes a two-part prologue!

Oh shut up before I cancel the story.

Terrence: You wouldn't do that.

Psst! The story's starting!

Terrence: Oh.

"Ugh…"

Where am I? What happened? Who was that guy? He suddenly opened his eyes. He was in a small cabin out in the middle of nowhere. An old man walked in.

"Ah, I see that you are finally awake," he said. He had a kind voice.

"Where am I?" Terrence asked.

"You are in the middle of nowhere."

"I figured that out, but where in the middle of nowhere?"

"The middle, of course!"

Terrence just stared at him. He's nuts, he thought to himself. "What happened?"

"Well," said the old man, getting a sad look on his face. "I am afraid that you are the only survivor from your village."

"What?" asked Terrence. "What are you-?" Then he remembered. The fire, that weird masked guy… "Oh…you mean…no one made it out? No one?"

"No one," he said sadly. "It's a shame. Your father was a good friend of mine. I will miss him…"

"Wait," asked Terrence. "If you two are friends, how come I've never met you?" The old man cleared his throat.

"Because."

"Well, whatever. Why'd you save me?"

"The author told me to for story purposes. And you never want to annoy the author." Terrence blinked.

"Why?"

"I had a friend once who annoyed an author. He reckons his left buttock has never been the same since.

"Oh, well…wait. Story? What the heck are you talking about?"

"Well, young lad, you see, we are all part of a story on a website somewhere."

What was he talking about? Website? Story? He's really nuts. Terrence was keen on getting out of here while he could. He got up.

"No, don't leave yet," said the old man. "You must eat something."

"I'm…fine," Terrence said. He looked around, and found his father's adamant longsword. He picked it up. "I'm gonna leave."

"But young one," the old man said, "What will you do? How will you live?"

"I'll figure something out." Terrence turned around and left. Then he realized he really was in the middle of nowhere. Crap, he thought. How the heck am I gonna get out of here? "Uh, can I have a map or something?"

"No problem, young one." The old man grabbed a map and gave it to him. Terrence opened it, to find a place on there called Nowhere. And the cabin was right in the middle of it. Dead center.

"Uh, okay." He began to walk off to Falador.

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Author's Note: Well, there you have it. The prologue showing Terrence's past. But what else happened? Who was the masked guy? You'll have to wait for a while to find out. Anyway, like I said, this isn't very funny now, but think of this. As a mercenary, Terrence meets all kinds of people. Some of them are bound to be idiots. I've written humor before without putting it here, so I'll try more humor later. So, R&R, and I'll see you later.