Writer-born-from-Shadows thank you for the suggestion! anybody who wants to criticize my work go ahead! I actually quite enjoy nice criticism:) So here is your new chapter that is longer! enjoy and review!

*Update* I went ahead and kind of re-wrote this chapter. Writer-born-from-Shadows, your review made me think hard about this chapter and so I decided that it needed some more work. Let me know what you think:)

Caleb took the dagger from Gilan's throat. He threw it to the side. He rolled off of Gilan and onto the ground. He lay there, breathing heavily, waiting for Gilan to kill him. Gilan stood up. He was about to bend over and help Caleb up. He heard a sound. Something was coming towards him. He looked up and saw Isabella with her bow, standing at a distance. She had let loose and arrow, aimed at Caleb, but Caleb moved, and now Gilan was standing right in the path of the arrow.

Just milliseconds after Isabella shot the arrow, Caleb had moved.

"Gilan!" She screamed in panic. Her arrow was heading straight towards him. She dropped the bow and took off running as fast as she could to where he was standing.

"Gilan! Duck!" she screamed. Gilan heard her frantic cries. He dropped to the ground.

THUD!

The arrow zoomed past where Gilan was standing and thudded into a tree. Isabella ran up to where Gilan was crouched on the ground.

"Oh my goodness Gilan! Are you ok? Are you hurt? I'm so sorry I was trying to…" Isabella was nearly panicking.

"I'm fine," Gilan said. He gave her a quick smile.

"Wasn't too bad of a shot though."

"I don't know if I want to say thanks to that," Isabella said. Caleb sat up.

"Who's that?" Isabella asked. Gilan looked at Caleb with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know, but I sure would like to know." Gilan held out a hand and helped Caleb up, then threw a punch right into his jaw, knocking him out.

"Why did you do that?" Isabella asked Gilan.

"He tried to kill me," Gilan said.

"So does that mean you're going to hit me?" Gilan looked at her.

"Were you trying to kill me?"

"No," she said defensive. "But you just…"

"You were the one trying to shoot him with an arrow!" Gilan told Isabella.

"True, but he was trying to kill you," Isabella said.

"Which brings me back to my whole point!"

"About knocking him out?"

"Never mind," Gilan said. "Go get his horse."

"So you're kidnapping him?" Isabella queried. Gilan took a deep breath.

Now I know how Halt must have felt, he thought.

"In a matter of speaking, yes. Go get his horse," Gilan started tying Caleb's hand behind his back.

"Okay," Isabella said. She walked to where Caleb's black battle horse stood. She held her hand out to the massive horse. Cadence stuck her nose out and sniffed Isabella's hand. Isabella reached forward and grabbed the reins and started leading the horse towards Gilan. Gilan hefted up Caleb and tossed him onto the horse's back, but not without a struggle. Caleb was not small in build. He was every bit as big as Gilan, and Gilan struggled to get him onto the horse's back. Finally, he succeeded.

"Can you pick up all of the weapons?" Gilan asked Isabella.

"Sure," She said. The dark sky was becoming brighter as the sun started coming up.

"Still worried about rain?" Isabella asked Gilan.

"It will come when you least expect it, but no, I'm not worried," he said.

"Why?" Isabella asked.

"Because I think our little friend here knows where they came from."

Isabella stood with her mouth open, staring after Gilan like he had gone mad.

"What?" she ventured to ask. "You think he has something to do with the wargals?"

"Yes," Gilan said, somewhat annoyed. The questions never ended.

"So what are you going to do?" Isabella asked.

"Wait."

"Wait? What for?" Isabella asked.

"What do you think?" Gilan asked Isabella. "I know you can use your head to figure it out." Isabella looked at Caleb who was still unconscious.

"You are going to ask him where the wargals came from." Gilan raised an eyebrow.

"I plan on asking him a lot more than that," Gilan said. They made it back to their campsite. Blaze nickered at Gilan.

"Hey there girl," he said to the horse.

Where were you?

"I ran into some trouble."

You are always getting into trouble.

"I don't get into trouble, trouble just finds me," Gilan said to his horse.

"You can say that again!" Isabella said.

"I wasn't talking to you," Gilan said dryly.

"Who were you talking to then?"

"Never mind."

Caleb started to stir. Gilan reached up onto the horse and drug Caleb off of the horse, trying not to drop him.

"Why did you do that?" Caleb asked Gilan.

"Why is everyone constantly asking me why did I do this, why did I do that? Now," Gilan said. "I have a few questions to ask you." Caleb tensed up.

"Who are you?" Gilan asked. Caleb locked his jaw. He might have spared this Ranger's life, but he had no intentions on being asked questions, then answering them. He ignored Gilan.

"Do you know anything about the wargals?" Gilan asked.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," Caleb replied. Gilan was getting frustrated.

"Let's start with what I do know: You're related somehow to Morgarath, you are alone, and you are trying to get to the Mountains of Rain and Night to find Kalkara to kill Horace?" Gilan phrased it more as a question.

"Well that seems to answer the questions you just asked me," Caleb said.

"Listen, I don't have time to put up with you. Answer my questions, and I'll let you go on your merry way, but if you don't…" Gilan let the sentence hang, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Well, let's just hope you don't have to find out." Isabella dropped her mouth. She grabbed Gilan's arm and jerked him towards her.

"Would you really torture him?" she whispered to Gilan. Gilan looked at her.

"No, I'm just trying to sound threatening so he'll answer my questions."

"Ok," Isabella said, letting go of Gilan's arm. "Just making sure." Gilan strode back to Caleb.

"Tell me, do you know anything about the wargals?" Caleb remained silent. Gilan didn't want to hurt Caleb but this was getting nowhere. He pulled out his saxe knife, and pressed it to his throat.

"If I were you I would get talking," Gilan said in a dangerously low voice.

"I can't talk when a knife is at my throat," Caleb said quietly. Gilan released the pressure. He took a quick look behind him and saw Isabella with her eyes bugging out of their sockets. As he removed the knife from Caleb's throat they slowly receded back into their sockets.

"So, what do you know about the wargals?" Gilan asked Caleb again.

"I know that you have about two days before they arrive in Morithia," Caleb said, glowering at Gilan.

"What are they planning on doing when they get to Morithia?"

"Wargals don't plan, and I already answered your question," Caleb said, rubbing his throat with his bound hands. Gilan heaved an angry sigh.

"Who's controlling the wargals?" Gilan asked.

"You said you would let me go if I answered your question."

"I said questions."

"Untie me first."

"No," Gilan said. He didn't trust this person.

"Fine, I just won't answer your questions." Caleb replied.

"You two are so annoying," Isabella said out of nowhere.

"What?" Gilan asked her.

"I thought you were interrogating him."

"I am," Gilan said.

"Looks more to me like your arguing," she said.

"Will you just shut up," Gilan asked.

"No, not until I know who ordered those wargals to kill my sister," Isabella said with heat.

"Well at the rate we're going, you're going to have to wait," Gilan said. He turned to Caleb.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" Gilan asked.

"Fine, it's Caleb."

"Ok, Caleb, if I untie you, will you run off?" Gilan asked.

"I give you my word," Caleb said. Gilan looked hard into Caleb's eyes, trying to see any trace of a lie. He didn't see any. He took the saxe knife and cut Caleb free. Gilan expected him to make a move to run away. Caleb rubbed his wrists.

"Who's controlling the wargals?" Gilan asked. Caleb took a breath. He did give the Ranger his word.

"My dad."

"You said he plans to invade Morithia?" Gilan asked. Caleb shook his head.

"You have about two days before he gets there."

"We need to ride hard then." Gilan looked to Isabella.

"Not again," she mumbled.

"Can I ask you one more thing, Caleb?" Gilan asked.

"You just did," Caleb said.

"Well, I'm going to ask you another one," Gilan said.

"How many wargals are attacking Morithia?"

"To put it mildly, a lot," Caleb said.

"Like…" Gilan let the sentence hang.

"Enough to take over Castle Morithia and then invade Araluen," Caleb said.

"Great," Gilan said. "We have two days to stop a whole invasion."

"Does that mean we have to ride really hard?" Isabella asked. Gilan took a deep breath. He didn't want to do what he was about to do.

"No, you are."