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A/N: Hey guys. Chapter 2 is now up and chapter 3 is in the making...i think. I really need to see some reviews so remember to Read and Review, tell me what you think so that I can make my writing better and more enjoyable, yaddah yaddah yaddah, and so on.

Chapter Two: Dustfinger and Farid

It was the middle of the night when Farid and Dustfingerstopped to rest for the first time that day. Dustfinger set his pack down at the base of a near by tree, very carefully, because Gwin was still inside. Farid watched as Gwin crawled out of the pack and hopped over to him. Farid bent down and stuck his arm out to Gwin. The marten crawled up the boy's arm and perched himself on his shoulder. Farid stood up and walked over to the middle of the small clearing in the trees.

Dustfinger already had a pile of sticks and logs going and was a few feet away searching for more. Farid took a box of matched out of his pocket. He took 2 out before putting the box back, then lit the first one and dropped it on to the logs. He then sat down next to the nearest tree and leaned against it. He felt the familiar weight of Gwin dissappear from his shoulder, as the marten climbed up a tree and perched himself in a low branch.

"Just because the fire is lit, doesn't mean that your work is done." Dustfinger walked toward Farid as he spoke. "I need you to go find us some food. Anything is good. The rabbit meat you have been getting has been good enough, but keep your eyes out for the deer."

Dustfinger threw his hand out and waited for the boy to take it. Farid took his hand greatfully and used his help to pull himself up from the ground, along with a thick, yet short branch. He lit the second match and set it against the branch to make a torch for himself. Dustfinger moved out of Farid's path and watched as he walked over to the pack to get his knife. Dustfinger had taken it away.

FLASHBACK

The leaves behind them rustled as the wind blew straight through. Two men walking through the forest. One old and one young.The only humans around for miles. All the animals around them apart from the wolves, bears and other carnivours, ran away at the sound of footsteps. Dustfinger turned slowly to Farid and put his fingers up to his lips. Farid nodded and watched as Dustfinger told him to stay where he was with his hands.

Dustfnger turned back around towardsthe trees and walked off. Farid slowly took his knife out of the leather sheath that Dustfinger had bought for him when they had first escaped Capricorn.

Capricorn. Farid cringed at the sound of his name. The thought of Capricorn and what he had done to Meggie and her father mad him angry. A few memories came back to his head as he thought of the name. The way they had snuck up on him and Dustfinger as well as Elinor and the others.

A sound behind Farid made him grip his knife tighter and he whirled around with his arm outstretched. He stopped just in time. If he had moved another inch or so he would have slit Dustfinger's throat. Dustfinger stopped and backed up with a look of horror on his face. They both looked at each other incredulously.

Dustfinger backed one step away and gripped the boy's wrist hard. Farid loosened his grip on the knife enough that he almost dropped it. Dustfinger snatched at it with his other hand.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Dustfinger released Farid's arm and held out his other hand." Give me the other part." Meaning the sheath.

"Why? I was only protecting myself! Besides, how could I have known it was you?" Farid retorted, as he grabbed the sheath out of his pocket while he shook out the one that had been so violently assulted seconds before. " You of all people should know that it could have been anyone!" He handed it over.

" Well, why didn't you listen a bit more just to see if there was anything that could have given the noise away! You could have taken a second to turn around and see who or what was there before attacking!" Dustfinger grabbed the sheath and put the knife back in it's rightful place, before putting it in his backpack.

" You know very well that it could have been anyone! AND, by the time I turned around it could have been to late! It doesn't matter what I could have done to prevent myself from cutting YOUR throat! You could have declared yourself before you snuck up on me!" Farid took a few large breaths while waiting for Dustfinger's reply.

"Why do you have to pay attention so much when I talk to you?" For he knew very well how right the boy was. "Everything you just told me, is exactly what i would have said if I was in your position." He placed the backpack back on his back.

"So, can I have my knife back, now that we have established that i am right?" Farid took a hopeful step toward Dustfinger with he hand out.

"No. You have been to jittery as it is. Thinking that there are ghosts about. You don't need to have anymore chances of slitting inoccent throats tonight."

END FLASHBACK

Dustfinger turned his back to the boy and decided to just sit and wait for him to return with whatever he could. Dustfinger sat near the fire trying to warm himself up before the long night ahead. The only thing in his mind was the woman Resa who was still in captivity and hopefully still alive as well.

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