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Chapter Two

Gilan was scared. He had never seen this coming. Anything else he might have expected, and maybe this wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't happened right after he had had that chat with Halt about him disappearing. But now Halt probably though that he ran away. His mentor would be so disappointed in him.

Determined to escape this strange trap he was in, he saw a knife not even two meters away. Whoever had captured him was etheir extremely careless, or extremely confident. Reaching for it he almost touched it, before he was dropped on his head, and ropes loosened enough for him to slip out. Scrambling for the knife, he realized the room was almost empty. Other than him, the knife, and the ropes he had been tied up in, there was only one other thing. Coffee. Why in the world was there coffee?

A door creaked and someone walked out. Wait was that... Crowley?! Looking closer, the figure beared quite a resemblance of the Ranger Commandant, but it was not him. Though if someone who wasn't familer with Crowley had seen him they wouldn't have known any better. But being Halt's apprentice did have the advantage of knowing who and what Crowley looked like.

"Hello Gilan. I assure you're well rested?" a voice with a think Iberian blur said.

Gilan merely glared at the man, gripping the knife tighter. The man smiled, showing how many of his teeth were missing. "Now, now Gilan. Let's not get cross. We only just met."

"How do you know who I am?" Gilan snarled slightly.

The man sighed. "I know many things Gil. My trai..." the man started, but was abruptly cut off.

"Don't call me that! Only my friends can call me that." Gilan shouted.

"But aren't I your friend? We've known each other since you were born."

"I've never met you until now, you creep!" Gilan threw the words out there before he even realised it.

"Well then," the man popped his knuckles. "Let's meet, shall we?"

Gilan took a pace backwards as the man advanced. When the man started running, Gilan starting running towards the open door, which was behind the guy. He stopped, confused when he saw Gilan coming head on. Not seeing what he was doing before the apprentice passed him, Gilan almost got through. The man broke out into a run and slammed the door on Gilan's hand, breaking it. Gilan screamed in pain and kicked the guy in the knee, continuing to run, dispite his swelling hand. He quickly made his way out of the building and ran straight towards the tree line. Stopping to climb up one, he made it up slowly having only one hand.

"Do you see him boss?" someone said from below.

The boss snorted. "If I did, do you think I'd be standing here Travis?"

"Of course not boss. Sorry boss." Travis replied with some fear.

"Come on. Let's go back. We'll search the nearest villages tomorrow. He'll need help for that hand."

The two men chuckled and walked back towards the weird stone building. Gilan cringed again as his hand throbbed again. The man was right. He was going to need medical attention for this hand. But first thing first. He had to get back to Halt, and hope and pray, that he would believe hadn't ran off, and would still let him be his apprentice.


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