Summary: AU. Caught in the middle of Vladimir Master's evil plot to take over the Kingdom of Amity, Prince Daniel is turned into a half-ghost. Now he must flee for his life, hide in the company of two new allies, and fight his way back to the throne. DxS

Disclaimer: Butch and Nick own Danny and Co.

To my reviewers: Thanks for that again. This is a relatively quick update, I think, considering. Hopefully I didn't rush it, but enjoy.

Chapter 8: Warrior

"Twenty leagues? More like twenty cliffs!" Tucker objected as they witnessed an inevitable mountain ridge come between them and their destination. They reached well into the clouds, but were relatively small for mountains. Still, they sunk deep into the forest and there was no way around other than across. With Samantha's sprained ankle, unfortunately, there was little chance they could climb their way up.

"Casper must be on the other side," Daniel said quietly. He was deep in thought. On the one hand, he could take them into the sky and easily surpass the giant, on the other, he was still in pursuit by the ghosts, sensing their aura's nearing every now and then and he could not risk running low on spectral energy. It would be a difficult risk to take.

Samantha's arm was slouched around Tucker as she ached uncomfortably from her attempt to walk. She noticed Daniel's meditating gaze and saw his features grow in anger. Was he angry at her? It wasn't her fault that she had hurt her foot. Perhaps she could have paid a bit more attention to where she was going, but he wouldn't really blame her, would he?

She winced, ready for him to scorn her as he turned his head to the two and opened his mouth, but instead he said, "I'll have to rest half-way." Tucker's eyebrows furrowed. "For precaution," Daniel confirmed.

Tucker looked at Samantha and she nodded, though slightly taken aback. He opened his mouth to reply, but Daniel had already appeared behind them and lifted them both into the air, each at his side.

Samantha gasped as she and her friend were elevated above the ground, immediately embracing the familiar cool temperature and rush of air. The cold from Daniel's embrace over her suddenly erased her thoughts on the pain in her foot. The warm air around her washed over her and combined with the cool to provide a relatively stable temperature and she felt as if she could breathe properly for the first time in a long time. She looked over at her friend in the ghost's other arm and noticed that his fear of hights had suddenly dawned upon him, but he bore the same expression as hers when he witnessed the scenery below them. The rocky terrain was filled with green and further on, just past them, they could both catch a glimpse of a large castle amongst a town that seemed rather minuscule from their perspective.

Daniel squinted as his eyes were on Casper, noticing peculiar shapes flying above the kingdom as they were. Were they birds? If so, they must be pretty big if he could see them from that distance. Daniel frowned. And yet, they were so close, but risking his safety made it all seem to be further away. He hated the irony of his limitations. And what of the round trip? He had not contemplated how he would return or how he was going to present himself to Jazmine either. As a matter of fact, he hadn't given it much thought at all. The thought of letting his identity slip unnerved him, mostly because he knew he still had to hide it from Samantha and Tucker. He only wished there was another Desiree he could speak to when he got there, things were so much easier when he had advice; being on his own did him no good.

They had been in the air for a while, fifteen minutes perhaps, when Daniel's worry ignited, and he knew he had to set them down if he planned on carrying on through any further tasks. Samantha's and Tucker's stomachs lurched as he rapidly began to descend and they looked up at him, questioning his hold on them, but he remained firm and simply placed them down on large cliff as their feet lightly touched the ground.

"Rest time?" asked Tucker as Daniel freed them of his grasp.

Daniel flinched and did not reply at first. He walked away from the cliff and toward the shade of several tall trees, and kicked at one of them with his leg, which fell over at superhuman strength.

He looked over at the two of them, who gaped at him.

"Make sure she sits down. It should stabalize the flow of blood to her legs after the flight, which should ease the pain. And don't wonder off while I have a look around."

Tucker walked Samantha numbly over to the fallen tree to sit her down, and she protruded her ankle, feeling it indeed slightly more releaved than before.

"Look aroud where?" asked Tucker, slightly confused at the proposition.

Daniel glared as he turned around. "Just stay put," he sneered and walked off, soon vanishing from sight deeper into the mountain.

"Odd," said Tucker, brushing off the comment as he leaned over to Samantha, who had now ignored her foot and was looking deeply off toward the abyss.

"Sam? What's with you?"

She smiled slightly to herself.

"He does care," she said in a small voice, still not looking at Tucker and having a slight feeling of euphoria overcome her. It felt...nice. Not that she cared that he cared she just...well...felt good about it. Wasn't that what everyone was supposed to feel? But Tucker had cared and she didn't feel...that way. Did she?

Tucker witnessed a slight blush creep onto her cheeks and he smirked knowingly as he sat down next to her.

But he's hiding something from you. You could even call it lying. Isn't that horrible? she thought.

No, it wasn't. Because she could trust him, she knew.

You're too naive for your own good, she heard a voice say at the back of her head.

And so are you, but you don't see me complaining.

Tucker began to chuckle softly next to her and she whipped her head around to face him with a puzzled expression on her face.

"What?" she asked quizically.

Tucker smiled smugly and said pointedly, "You like him."

She turned crimson and retorted. "Do not!"

"Yeah, Sam. You're so vague," said Tucker dully. "'Oh Daniel, I trust you, Daniel! You're so handsome and noble and such a brave knight! Even though you killed that ghost and bossed me around and said all those mean things to me! I still trust you, Daniel! What about me, Daniel? Oh you do care, Daniel!'" he mimiked giddily in a high pitched tone as he waved his hands about in falce excitement. "Or should I say...Danny?"

Samantha glared and pushed him backwards off his seat.

Tucker was laughing loudly until he hit the ground painfully and his hat landed on his face. He peered at her through it, still smirking.

"See what I mean? Vague."

"Oh shut up," she grumbled, folding her arms and slouching as she looked away.

Tucker sat back up in somewhat of a sturuggle and his laughter slowly died down.

"I do trust him, even if I am letting him get away with whatever it is he's hiding," she said firmly.

"Ha! I knew it!" said Tucker, slapping his hand over his thingh.

"No," said Samantha, glaring daggers, "the only thing you should know is that you're a complete moron!"

He was silenced by this, though not offended. It was not at all easy talking to a person in denial.

"Anyway," she said. "It's not like he..."

"Like he what?" asked Tucker, cocking his eyebrow up menacingly.

Samantha frowned. "You know what, you're unberable," she said, bringing her arms up and down beside herself in a frustrated gesture.

"True," he said, bringing a finger up in exclamation, "but you know what this means, don't you?"

Her squinted eyes widened somewhat as she looked at him. "What?" she said slowly and anxiously.

"You need to tell him," he said, snickering.

She scoffed. "Tell him! I'm not telling him anything! He's...he's...he's just as preposterous as you! Even worse. He's horrid, I don't -- "

"You know there's a chance he might be around to hear that," Tucker said quietly but dangerously.

Samantha yelped and quickly clapsed a hand over her mouth, looking about frantically with her eyes.

He laughed once more. "Oh, I'm just kidding! Honestly, take a hint, Sam. Just go for it. What's the worst that could happen?"

She sniffed. "The worst that could happen is that I can't stand him," she said in a hushed tone.

"But you like him?"

"Yes -- No! I..." she looked away in anger at herself while Tucker grinned. "He can be...different...if he wants but..."

"He's still a ghost."

"Yes."

"So?"

"So?" Samantha retorted. She doubted Tucker ever had a point.

Tucker scowled at her. "You're gonna make it one of those I-can't-tell-you-how-I-feel-until-I-know-you-feel-the-same-way things, aren't you?"

"No," she said with a snide. "Because there are no feelings to tell," she concluded.

Tucker sighed in exasperation, knowing he had failed to get through to her, and shook his head.

"All right, your royal pain in the butt. Do as you see fit," he said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped as she tensed.

"I think it means exactly what I said it means," said Tucker plainly, getting off the log and lying himself on the ground beside her feet, placing his wrapped arms behind his head and closing his eyes in rest. "Besides that," he added, "You're also kind of paranoid."

Samantha's face appeared in worry, but she looked down at her ankle to see the swelling had gone down. She grazed her foot gently with her hand and bit her lip, looking in the direction of Daniel's departure.

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Daniel walked through the forest, keeping up with his own pace. His sences were upheaved and he knew he had to get away as far as possible from the other two.

It would be his third challenge. He could feel it. The aura had been growing deeper and stronger ever since they landed, as he had expected, but he wouldn't fight in vain.

He stopped as he reached a clearence on the slope and pulled his sword from his side, keeping his firm on the ground.

A well-built and armored ghost materialized several feet before him, grinning maliciously, weapon at hand. His eyes glowed a haunting blue and his green hair fell on his face behind his helmet.

Daniel pointed his sword at him and the ghost did likewise.

"Prince Daniel," he spoke in a hallow tone, "I challenge you to a feat."

Daniel laughed lightly. "Oh really? How very polite of you. I must say it's more of a heads up that my other challenges."

"That's because they were women, of course. You can never expect a woman to game fair, can you?"

Daniel scowled and tightened the grip on his sword. "I disagree."

"Then we have something to spar over, don't we?" replied the ghost, before vanishing from sight and appearing behind him, Daniel's startled sense sending a reflex to the action only at the last moment as his sword clashed with his own.

The weapon forced Daniel back as the warrior applied a great force from his upper body. He landed softly on his feet and gritted his teeth. "I never asked, thought I doubt it to matter, what name I was sparing against?"

"Sir Skulker to you, your majesty," he spat as his sword descended upon the prince and he quickly dodged it, whiping around to his side where Skulker met the weapon once more in several clashes. Daniel sent a blast of spectral energy from his hand when the ghost failed to meet his sword once more, but the blast simply bounced off the armor and Daniel's eyes widened as he was forced to duck down.

"Unfortunate, isn't it?" Skulker laughed as he brought his sword down below Daniel's feet, who jumped to avoid it and then met the other weapon once more.

Their swords clashed thrise more as Daniel was forced to equal his disappearing acts and attempt to outweigh the strength of his armor, but finally, the ghost laughed as Daniel's sword slipped suddenly from his hand and went flying in the opposite direction. Panicked but determined not to surrender, the prince growled and sent all possible spectral energy from his hands toward his opponent. The firepower resulted in a large dust cloud forming itself about the challenger and Daniel finally heard a cry of agony as he decidedly guessed that one of his shots had successfully come between a space in the armor. When no other reaction came, however, he stopped fire and awaited for the smoke to clear. His face fell when the curtain of dust unmasked nothing. He suddenly tensed and scavenged his surrounding for sight of the ghost, but something told him that if he were still engaged in battle and was going to attack again, he would have already done so. He also seemed to have the ability to teleport himself seeing as his aura had temporarily completely vanished. Satisfied and convinced that he had won, he searched around for his lost sword, but it was no where to be found. He could have been certain of the direction of which it had gone flying and had searched frantically, even phasing through the ground at one point, but found no trace of it.

If he took it, thought Daniel, there would be hell to pay. And from the looks of it, that is exactly what he had done. Daniel cursed to hismelf and stormed off back to the rest site.

He came stomping furiously through the forest, brushing annoying branches out of his face and ignoring the fact that he had broken off most of them to find Tucker resting on the ground with his arms behind his head and Samantha having slid down and resting her back against the tree, her eyes draped in sleep.

"Wake up!" Daniel snarled as Samantha slightly jumped in place and Tucker merely opened his eyes, one eye squinting at the sun that was above him.

"Is something wron --?" began Samantha, but was cut off as Daniel suddenly kicked the tree that was lying there once more, but this time sent it rolling vigorously past the cliff and off the mountain.

Samantha and Tucker looked at him with fearful expressions as Daniel cursed to himself once more and paced in place.

That sword had been his only weapon, it was all he had to really protect himself against other ghosts. Hell, he wasn't even full ghost, he knew they were far more powerful than him without it. If he didn't find it, and find it soon, he didn't know what he would do. What if Skulker came back? In all his honor, he doubted he was all too chivalrous.

"My sword is gone," Daniel snapped as he finally stopped pacing but did not face the two dazed mortals on the ground.

"What?" said Tucker. "What do you mean? You lost it? How?"

Daniel glared at him, his eyes narrowed. "I didn't lose it, it was taken from me."

He was forced to witness both Tucker and Samantha's oblivious glances before he sighed in frustrationa and explained. "In battle; I was faced in combat."

"With who, Bigfoot?" asked Tucker curiously, wondering what kind of opponent he could have found in the midst of a mountain range.

Daniel balled his fists at his side and grunted. "It isn't important," he said stifly. "What's important now is that I can't find my sword, and we're not leaving here until I find it!"

"But Casper -- it's right there!" Tucker whined, pointing in the visible direction of the kingdom.

Daniel's head snapped to him in warning as his green eyes glowed fiercely.

"We'll help look for your sword," Samantha said suddenly.

"We'll what?" Tucker objected, scowling in frustration.

"Well, Tucker will. I'm pretty much still indisposed," said Samantha as she glared at her friend.

Daniel's expression softened and his rage slightly subsided.

Tucker glowered but then said, "Fine," as he got to his feet and brushed himself off, "Let's go look for your sword."

"Not yet," said Daniel suddenly, thinking Skulker may well return. Tucker looked at him questioningly. "I need to regain my strength first," he said as he sat down not far from Samantha. Tucker nodded and also slumped down next to him.

"Are you all right?" said Samantha as he had brought a hand to his arm out of which he had fired most vigorously. So he was losing spectral energy, perhaps that was what was causing him all of those dull anoyanced in random part of his body. But that couldn't be it, last time he didn't even need to use his powers.

"I'm fine. Just don't touch me," he said quietly but sternly.

Samantha had shifted closer to him and he cringed as she reached a hand out to him and simply hesitated momentarily at his comment, then continued to protrude her hand.

"I said don't touch me!" Daniel yelled, as she immediately pulled her hand back and stood up. His angered expression turned to one of amusement as she tried to balance on her injured foot and stormed off, limping.

"Sam! You can't walk off, you're hurt!" cried Tucker.

"Watch me!" she snapped to them and proceeded away.

"Don't wonder too far!" he yelled after her.

"Don't tell me what to do!" she snapped from a distance.

Tucker turned to Daniel, who was still somewhat taken aback by her reaction and said, "What's wrong with you? You know she was only trying to help."

Daniel's expression faded and was replaced by a grimace. "I've had enough help from her, thanks."

Tucker scowled, but then his displeasure turned into guilt. "Look...if it's about, you know...earlier..."

Daniel had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but listened attentively nevertheless.

"About what?"

"I...well you see...If Sam appeared to want to trick you into telling her your secret, well, that's kind of my fault. See, it was I that told her to do it."

Daniel blinked and processed the information.

"But not because I wanted to know, she just seemed...intersted," said Tucker quickly.

"You...told her to seduce me?" he questioned blankly.

Tucker furrowed his eyebrows. "Seduce you, no I -- oh. So that's what she -- Oh!" Tucker suddenly reddened and shut his mouth rather tightly. "Whoops."

Daniel observed him with mingled curiosity. "I'm not angry with her at that," he told him simply.

Tucker's embarassed expression turned into one of bemusement. "You're...not?" he asked, baffled. He smirked slightly to himself after hearing Daniel's response and then asked, "But then what -- ?"

"It's...difficult," said Daniel, looking down at the ground and smiling slightly. "She's annoying beyond measure, isn't she?" he said admirably.

Tucker laughed and rubbed his eye. "She said the same of you."

"Did she now?" Daniel said inquisitively, raising his head to him.

"Er...sure," said Tucker, recalling their convesation. At least, she had said something along those lines. How was that a good thing, again?

Daniel smiled.

It was a very good thing.

"Eh, you get used to it," Tucker said, smiling. "It all depends on how you look at it. See, when she's nervous she -- "

"You said you didn't want to know my secret," Daniel interrupted him. "Why not?"

Tucker paused, unsure of the question. He then smiled warmly and said, "Look, Sam isn't the only one that trusts you. You've saved our lives and we've saved yours. If you're willing to go through that trouble with us, I say I don't care what or who you are. What I'll stay loyal to is your word, Daniel. What else really matters? We're friends now."

Daniel sat up slightly at this proclamation, one he had definitely not expected. "Friends?" he questions, somewhat dully. Had he ever had any people that he could call friends in his life? There was his sister, but she was family. And then there was Sir Lancer and Lady Paulina, of course, but they were more of the people that he would occasionally see at the castle, not really anyone he could call his friend. But did Tucker mean it? And if he did, did Daniel really consider him to really be his...friend?

"Sure," said Tucker, beaming. His expression then froze. "That's not a problem, is it?" he said in a somewhwat nervous tone.

"Er...no," said Daniel, smirking.

"Good," said Tucker earnestly, whiping the sweat from his brow. "You know," said Tucker as he watched him, "If you need any weapons, I'm loaded."

"What?" asked Daniel in surprise.

"You thought this little red cape was just for the ladies?" said Tucker, smirking.

Daniel snorted.

"Check it out," said Tucker as he revealed several inconspicuous pockets in his clothing that gathered everything from daggers to razors, axes, boomerangs and swords.

Daniel's eyebrows shot up in amusemnt. "How do you carry all that stuff?"
"Yeah, you know, it's all in the muscle," said Tucker.

Daniel's aspect remained firm. "No seriously."

Tucker's smug expression failed and he replied, "It's all in the comformoty of the right cut in the said article of clothing. I've spent most of my life studying weapons. Told you I was into them. The right proportion to your body and the right balance allows you to carry more weaponry as if it's your own weight."

"Becuase you're constantly engaged in battle," Daniel said sardonically.

Tucker scowled. "Hey, my mom said I needed a hobby."

"Your mom?" said Daniel, grinning.

Tucker turned a light shade of pink and said, "Do you want this stuff or not?"

Daniel looked away, his amused exression turning into a grave one. "There is none like my sword, you know that."

Tucker nodded solemnly in silent agreement.

"And you knew this wasn't over yet," came a dark voice from behind them and both Daniel and Tucker immediately stood up as they whipped around.

Daniel scowled and clenched his fists as Skulker floated there, his weapon before him.

"Tucker," he said to the shaken boy beside him, "I need you to go and find my sword."

"But -- "

"Go! Now!" said Daniel as he rushed toward Skulker and dodged his sword to hit him against his chest so that he fell back.

Hesitating slightly, Tucker then ran off into the woods. Now if I was a sword, where would I be?

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Samantha had walked the perimiter of the mountain, still limping at her foot, but finding it a lot esier to walk. She refused to have tears or any other signs of weakness in her eyes, only frustration. What conquered her most, however, was her inability to decipher at how she could possibly let that pompous jerk treat her in such a manner! Didn't he know who she was! She at least deserved some respect, she was --

Actually, he really wouldn't know who she was and wouldn't believe her if she told him. She cursed herself for being in this mess in the first place, but was proud of herself for at least having gotten this far. After all, anyone to survive the company of a semi-abonoxious yet attractive ghost for the rights of good should be considered worthy of some kind of honor. Not that she was interested in any such earthly possesion. And not that she was necessarily attracted to him. She simply wanted --

Her trail of thought broke off into panic as she had now completed a full roundabout of the mountain and had returned to the place where she had started, only to find Daniel lying on the ground. She contemplated running up to him only to see another ghost knight hovering over him and hesitated, reminding herself of what happened in previous circumstances with the dragon.

"I don't get it. Why not finish me?" the prince spat. "I have no weapon and I am down."

"You do not surrender," he spoke in return.

"Clearly," said the prince angrily. "Never."

"Alas, there in lies the problem. I can't kill you," Skulker spoke, looking down on him. "Either you surrender or you are of no use to me."

Daniel's eyes narrowed as he looked up at the ghost. "So your weapon can kill ghosts too, eh?"

Skulker laughed. "Of course, prince. Do you suspect yours is special in any way? It is a ghost's weapon that you need. Fortunately, you don't have one at the moment...so how to go about this...?"

"I still won't surrender, if that's what you want," the prince spat.

"Dually noted," said Skulker as his head snapped to Samantha after he caught sight of her from the corner of his eye.

She gasped when she saw his glowing eyes and malicious grin upon her and stepped backward, only to see him vanish from sight.

Taken by surprise at this, she ran over to Daniel who was still on the ground. He did not appear injured but was rather in shock at the ghost's intentions.

"Daniel!" she said as she bend down next to him and brought a hand toward him to help him up. He held her by the wrist instead and said, "Where's Tucker?"

She shook her head at the question and was suddenly clasped around the neck to Daniel's horror by an invisible hand. She dangled above the ground aimlessly, hands reaching to her throat for sign of release, when Skulker materialized to reveal his fingers tight around her neck.

Daniel lept up in anger and charged at him when Skulker placed Samantha in front of him and laughed as Daniel stopped in his tracks.

"You see, as I said, women are not fair at game at all," he spoke over her and Daniel's fists glowed violently green. "For example, they greatly affect your judgement. Now, catch!"

He swung the arm that had been grasping Samantha around in force and released her over the cliff. Immediately, Daniel ran and leapt of the edge after her, gaining speed toward her falling and screaming form. He caught her and had just enough energy to hold the two of them up against a slight ledge off the cliff as Skulker laughed above them.

I still can't fly...that bastard, he knew!

"It's your choice, now," Skulker yelled down to them and then appeared floating before them off the cliff as the space in which they were forced to keep still was so small that Samantha was backed against the wall while Daniel's feet barely balanced off the edge. Her breath turned to ice before her; he was too close. "Either you surrender, or she dies."

Daniel turned his glaring face away from Skulker and toward Samantha, just inches before him, who's lips had turned full blue and breath become stiff and shaky.

"D-Danny, p-p-please," she begged as tears rand down her eyes, her form shaking immensely. "I-I k-k-know y-you're h-human s-somew-where in th-there, j-just p-plese, d-don't l-let me d-die," she said in a expiring tone. "Change b-back."

Realization of circumstance swarmed over him and he felt anger boil up inside of him. He was angry at Vladimir for doing this to him, he was angry at losing his own sword, he was angry at Skulker's maniacal intentions, and he was angry that he still did not know how to return to his human self.

"I'm sorry," he whispered sadly to her as she had looked up at him in hope and suddenly her expression shattered. "I don't know how."

She searched his eyes for hope that he wasn't telling the truth, but found an empty void as she now could not feel most of her body and was slipping down the wall.

"P-P-Please," she begged, even her nose now turning blue and her head stiffening in its upright possition.

Daniel watched the girl's dying form before him and, knowing her death would be his fault, he felt his eyes water and rare cold tears run down his face.

This is what it all came down to, the girl or the kingdom.

He looked down below them, it was a long drop. He was already half-ghost. Perhaps if he became full ghost, he would be able to change things so that he could fly again and he could save her.

He gave her a look of deep regret as she slid even further down the wall and he was about to drop when Skulker held a sword up before him and said, "There won't be any of that, now, will there? Fair game, prince, fair game."

Daniel leaned away, knowing that if he died by the sword, Samantha would die anyway. He turned to her once more to notice that she was barely awake as one of her eyes had closed and the other was barely open.

"She's dying," laughed Skulker. "What do you say, Prince Daniel? Surrender would be an order? Unless of course, she means nothing to you. She's merely a girl."

Daniel's eyes glowed completely green as he gave a menacing scowl and managed to emitt a large wad of spectral energy toward Skulker, which he simply dodged. "You're already weak, why waste it? Give it up, Prince Daniel. Observe, she faints."

Daniel turned in panic to witness that she had suddenly passed out from the proximity and he held her up by the arm. He could almost feel her pulse dying. She was dying.

He couldn't feel it, he didn't want to feel it, but it was there. A subtle feeling of hate and spite mixed with guilt built up at his chest as the fragile from of the girl was limp beside him and Skulker's hideous hovering form was laughing before him. He clenched his fists and squinted his eyes as he scremed. But it wasn't just a scream. It was so much more. The wail penetrated the ghost before him as it resounded throught the rift. Most of his energy, all of which he was conserving, had gone into that wail. The adversary was blasted all the way to the other side of the ridge and nailed into the wall.

Daniel's knees slightly gave in once he had stopped screaming, but Samantha's dying body compensated for his weakness.

The tears in his eyes had never left him and he once again contemplated jumping off the cliff, knowing of no other way to save her until he heard the most wonderful words he could hope to break past his ears.

"Daniel!" yelled Tucker down to him, who had clearly heard the booming scream that resounded through the valley. "What are you doing down there? I found it! I have your sword!"

Too weak to grin as the blade came falling down to him, he firmly caught it in his right hand while his left still kept a hold of the barely-living Samantha.

He looked down and her and whispered, "I'm sorry," once more as the sword grew with spectral energy and was crashed into the side of the cliff, sending a shockwave through the rock that broke it in parts.

"Wh-Whoa! Daniel, what the hell did you do!" yelled Tucker from above as he witnessed the ground below him begin to crumble.

"Hold on!" Daniel yelled below him.

Within seconds, the rock parted from the cliff and the three were sent falling down into the abyss along with it.

Wow. A cliffhanger. Get it? Cliff. Hanger. Hahaha. Wow, I am evil. Well, this was the task challenging his "strength" after all. I think that did it justice, don't you? Just smile and nod. There you go! I know it seems like the first three tasks are obsessively about Sam, but that's because Daniel's obsessed with her. You'll see. Man, but this chapter was for some reason so much fun to write. I couldn't restrain myself. I got all...author-y. Yes. I actually think I anticipated writing this task most. How horrible, now everyone's going to think I'm suicidal. Hah. That's not funny, actually. Yes, well, hope you enjoyed it. Do give me some of your wonderful reviews so I may go all author-y on you again. You know you want me too!...That sounded kinda creepy, but please don't get discouraged! Until next time...when they all die. Kidding! Or am I?...Nope, kidding. I think.