Well there was like no enthusiasm for my last chapter. So, same deal as last time, I need a name for my story cause 'this story doesn't have a name' is kind of getting old real fast. So here is my next chappy, REVIEW. Please. Also, remember I want to find a name for this story real soon. I was thinking . . . 'Quest of a Lost Life.' Tell me what you think.

The ride to Araluen Castle was uneventful. The crisp winter air hurt Halts ears as he rode with Gilan to the castle to get Horace so they could set of, or as Halt tended to think of it as going and getting things done then getting back to his beloved bottle and cottage where people would leave him alone with his dark personality.

"Come on Halt, cheer up."

"No." Gilan swived in his saddle to look at what was left of his friend.

"You're not much of a 'Glass half full' person these days, are you?"

"No."

"Halt, is there another griping word you could use?" Halt turned his head slightly at his younger friend.

"No."

"Okay then. I'll drop it"

"Good."

"There, I knew you had it in you, Halt." Halt rode ahead mumbling something about youngsters, respect and pranks. Gilan shrugged. It was now his personal mission to bring Halt back to life. And he had months in which to do so, and he knew for sure that Horace would want to get in on it. Gilan knew that the loss of Will had affected them all.

The castle was beautiful at midday, the walls where bathed in pale light, the smell of fresh breads and pies came down from the kitchen and greeted the two travellers. Horace was at the gates waiting for his friends to finish their way up the road. Halt took one look at him and yelled.

"Get your ass on a bloody horse and let's go." Horace just grinned and shook his head in reply.

"No can do Halt, Duncan want to see us all."

"Bugger."

"Be nice kitty." Halt looked at Gilan and gave him a death glare.

"Hurry up!" Horace yelled.

"Since when are you his best friend?" Halt asked Horace. Horace knew better than to start something with Halt when he was in this mood.

"Since he invited us for lunch, and I am starved"

"You're always hungry." Halt said absent minded

"True, but I'm still a growing boy." replied Horace, barely holding his straight face. The three friends walked slowly towards the dining room King Duncan used for private and family meals. Duncan looked at Halt as he walked through the massive wooden doors, Gilan to his left and Horace to his right. The man was a walking mess. His hair more shaggy and oily than usual, he had no weight on his body and his skin was white, you could see the faint outline of the bones resting against his pale exterior. It saddened Duncan to know that his long time friend suffered.

"Hello Halt, Gilan. How was your trip so far?" Halt was about to remark that it had been bloody awful. It had rained the whole time making their camps cold and desolate; there hadn't even been a bed of cooling coals to sleep by. The stars where covered with thick merciless clouds and in the morning, the frost bit into any piece of flesh that was exposed. But Gilan got his big gob in first.

"It was . . . Delightful, my lord." Gilan said, Halt snorted.

"Good, come eat. We have much to discuss and you must be on your way as soon as possible."

"Of course." Gilan replied. They all sat down and feasted on fresh crusty bread, roasted lamb and freshly picked roasted vegetables, not to mention the superb gravy. They idly chatted over the most mundane things. It wasn't until King Duncan approached the subject of their upcoming task.

"I just want to say . . . I, no, the kingdom needs you. All of you. "

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Gilan replied. Halt was still brooding over the fact that Horace had discreetly pulled the bottle of ale away from him, also giving him a meaningful glare then drawing Halts eyes with his own, his gaze landed on the King who was talking to Gilan about his father.

"This is a grave threat to our lands. I want you to o and kill the bastard, breakup his army and report back as soon as possible. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." all three replied.

So that's it, I'm to lazy to write anymore, since I only go like two reviews for my last chapter anyway. So I'll update later. Have fun my minions.

Here is today's inspirational quote:

"So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window."

~ Gerard Way.