Hey all! I'm finished the next chapter at last...I've been pretty busy with school and other stuff.

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Chapter Two

Gill Grunt snapped awake. Still groggy, he found that he was blindfolded, and his head was swimming. He could hear other things all around him, but he couldn't make out what sort of thing would make the strange sounds he was hearing. It sounded like grunting and raspy breathing. As his senses started to clear up, he realized he was upside down; thrown over the shoulder of something that was carrying him. He almost panicked, but calmed himself. Squirming would likely get him into more trouble.

Whatever was carrying him smelled awful. He felt its skin against his, and it felt rough, almost like the surface of a piece of sandpaper. He felt a little scared. Truthfully, he had gone through many ordeals in his life as a Skylander, a protector of the Skylands, but this was definitely a new sort of situation. He couldn't do anything without his harpoon gun. There was a small chance he could fight his way out with his fists, but he immediately dashed that thought. He was not a small fish, and if something was able to lift him up onto its shoulders, it must have been a whole lot bigger than him – and it sounded like there was quite a few of them.

Suddenly whatever was carrying him came to an abrupt halt. The creature holding him made a sort of pig-like grunt. Gill Grunt remained still, giving no trace to his enemies that he was awake.

"Alright you lot," shouted a deep, gruff voice that made Gill Grunt think of dragging a rock over a cheese grater. "Time to set up camp!"

Gill Grunt was lifted off of his capture's shoulders and set on the ground. Grass, he observed by feel. So that at least meant he wasn't anywhere near the Lava Pits, which was a relief. Maybe he was in Perilous Pastures?

Someone hollered at another person. "Bring the other one and put him beside the fish!"

A moment later, the sound of someone else hitting the ground just beside him came. He wondered who it could be. He didn't have to wonder for long. There came a moan from whoever it was beside him, and he recognized the voice instantly.

"Spyro?" he whispered.

Another moan. "Ugh...hey Gill."

"Are you alright?" the gillman asked. "You don't sound all that well."

Spyro took a moment to reply. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit groggy still. Where do you think we are? I can't see anything with this stupid blindfold."

Gill Grunt was about to reply, when a sudden impact connected to his ribcage. He choked, and someone growled at him, "Shut up, you!" then kicked him again.

Several minutes later, Gill Grunt was still feeling the pain of the kicks. He clutched his side painfully.

"What happened?" Spyro dared to ask as quietly as possible.

Through the bustle and angry shouting of the crowd around them, Gill Grunt whispered back, "He kicked me in the ribs...the pain isn't going away."

After that, they stayed silent, staring into the fabric of the blindfolds. The listened to the gruff voice bellowing orders and insults. Gill Grunt decided the voice must have belonged to the leader of their captures. For what seemed like days they lay there, barely moving, making no sound at all. Both Spyro and Gill Grunt were scared.

Eventually the hustle and bustle of the crowd slowly quieted down.

In the distance, Gill Grunt heard someone say, "The camp is set up, captain. What are your next orders?"

The gruff voice, the captain, replied, "Get a fire going."

"Yes sir, but what about the prisoners? What is to be done with them?"

The captain was silent for a moment. Thinking of something awful to do to them, most likely. "Get them some food. Remove their blindfolds, but do not let them escape. We don't know anything about them...for all we know, they could be very powerful little monsters."

The creature was soon overtop of them. He jabbed Gill Grunt's fin with his finger. "Alright, sit up. There you go. Captain's feelin' generous today. You get some food."

Gill Grunt sat up obediently, his side screaming in protest. A moment later, his blindfold slipped off. The twilight sun instantly blinded him. He moaned and covered his eyes with his his forearm in an attempt to block the sunlight. The creature beside him stood up and chuckled.

Gill Grunt, still squinting, looked over to see that Spyro's blindfold had been removed as well, and he was having just as much trouble seeing as Gill Grunt was.

The gillman finally was able to see enough to notice the creature that stood over them, seeming to scrutinizing them. It was about four and a half feet tall, maybe a head taller than himself, and it was dressed in rags and cloths. Its skin was a swampy green, and its arms were long enough to reach down to its ankles. It's tiny, beady orange eyes glared at them.

It pointed at the two friends maliciously. "You two don't move, you hear? If you so much as stand up, we'll jab so many maggot-pits in your belly you won't even be recognizable." Spyro and Gill Grunt nodded earnestly, and the creature left.

Gill Grunt took that opportunity to take in his surroundings. They seemed to be on the outskirts of a poorly set up camp. The area around them was quite plain. It was a field that stretched out as far as the gillman could see. Its grasses were tall and short, green and yellow, and there was not a tree in sight. He had never seen such a flat expanse in his life. Not for the first time, he wondered where they were.

He decided to ask Spyro. Spyro, everyone knew, was the most knowledgeable Skylander on the topic of the Skylands. He knew every land, ocean, island, and creature on the Skylands.

He asked if the purple dragon if he knew where they were, but Spyro just shook his head, looking troubled. "I don't know, Gill," he replied truthfully.

Gill Grunt was starting to become unnerved. "I thought you knew everything about the Skylands," Gill Grunt said.

Spyro eyed him. "Not even close, buddy; I just know a lot about them. And I know enough to know this place isn't on the map of Skylands."

"Not on the map? That means we could be anywhere..."

The green creature returned at that moment with two wooden plates. He set one in front of Gill Grunt and one in front of Spyro. "There you are. Eat up."

Gill Grunt and Spyro looked at the plates with disgust. The contents of the plate were a pulpy brown sludge and a piece of mouldy cornbread each.

"You expect us to eat this?" Spyro said defiantly.

The green creature stepped forward and violently took hold of Spyro's horn. "Listen, lizard," the creature whispered in Spyro's ear. "I don't feel like arguing with you. Either you eat this, or you deal with my knife blade up your scaly chin."

He let go of Spyro, who fell back on his rear. With that, the creature left, leaving the two friends alone with their nasty excuses for supper.