So, some of you might have noticed that it's been like a year since I updated. I really wasn't planning on ever updating again, I mean it could have changed if I ever got bored enough, but it didn't look like it was happening.
And then Lydia Skye started reviewing my stories and begging me to just update this story. This one. THIS ONE. I dunno. Personally, I think it's an awful cliché self-insertion fic but if someone likes it enough to beg me to update in seriously every single one of her reviews (and there are a lot. Which a appreciate. Some of you might think that I don't like getting spammed with reviews that just say, 'I like your story!' I don't. Those literally never get old. Some of you need to step up your review spamming game. Because Lydia Skye is the current champion and she doesn't even have an account. But that'll hopefully change soon and we'll be able to PM and she'll become one of my best friends that I only know on fanfiction (you others know who you are). That's another thing I like. Private Messages from people I don't know. I might not PM you back immediately, I might take a month to respond. I might never respond, but I still like getting them! I'm getting WAY off topic by the way) then I feel like I should probably update it.
Anyways, READ THIS IF YOU IGNORE THE ABOVE: It's been two years since I started this story about my friends and I time traveling to visit the Ranger's Apprentice characters that we're apparently descended from. But this story is based off my real friends and I. Our entire group dynamic can change a lot in two years. Don't worry, we're all still friends. None of them are going to suddenly die. But Bryson and I are no longer a couple and most of us no longer ship Kaleigh and Logan. Logan got a girlfriend that isn't Kaleigh. Or a person that any of us know. Or like. But whatever, his life. I've tried to address these issues in this chapter in the least sane way possible.
Lastly, I hope you like this chapter. If you don't, well...I might rewrite it seriously if you don't like it. I like it. It was fun, but if you want this story to be less silly, well...I guess I understand.
A year later, Megan and I were still tied to the stupid tree. A year. That's a pretty long time, and I was very glad that we were in the past where people didn't need food or water to survive.
That doesn't make sense!
Shut up, Megan, I'm trying to tell the story!
It doesn't make sense, though! People still needed food and water in the past!
Yeah, but they don't know that!
Yes, they do! Everyone knows that!
Has everyone been to the past? No! Just us! So we can say what we want about it!
Gimme the keyboard!
No, Megan! OW!
Sorry, Sutton really wants us to come off hiatus in the weirdest way possible.
What?!
She's really stupid, I know. Anyways, we were tied to the tree for only a couple of hours maybe…
Wait, the story has to be from my point of view!
Sutton! Shut up! The story's happening!
The two guys kept talking for a few more minutes in a register that made it impossible to hear them. Then they both just left. Megan and I were still tied to the tree, but whatever. I mean, it was really a little insulting, like we're not good enough to guard. Fine. Whatever. I hate you guys too.
About five seconds after they left, our friends swooped in and untied us from the tree. Seriously. It happened exactly like that.
Then Will showed up, pointing an arrow at Megan. I didn't blame him for that, she did try to kill him!
"Okay, who were those guys?" I asked.
Will looked at Halt. Halt sighed. "The blonde one was Morgarath. I didn't recognize the other one."
I looked at Megan. "Did you think they looked similar?"
Megan raised one eyebrow at me. "Yes."
"Well, I didn't."
"Actually, I noticed it too." Bryson said.
"Shut up, Bryson." I said. Then we broke up because, honestly what am I even doing?
Oh, also, in the five minutes we'd been tied to a tree, Logan had apparently acquired a girlfriend. Which definitely ruined all of the shipping we'd been trying to do but whatevs. His girlfriend was there, but she never said anything to us. She might have talked to Logan once or twice. I dunno. For us, it was like she wasn't even really there.
We stood in silence for a few seconds.
I rocked on my heels. "So, um..." I looked at Halt. "Are we going to go after them?"
A few rude comments later, we were going after them.
Also, an answer to a question Lydia Skye asked me: I THINK you only need an email address, a username (pen name), and a password. Or you could log in with like Facebook or—I dunno. I don't use that system. I like my email address too much (actually I hate it, I made it when I was like 10 and it really reflects my two main obsessions at the time: whales (also, , whales are a type of marine mammal and 'whales' is, in fact, a word, and that is, in fact, how you spell it. Freaking racists! (please don't be offended by that!)) and the Warriors book series).
Lastly, review! Or else...Well, I mean you read this story, but couldn't you review it! Please! It can seriously be just you rambling about...I dunno, how sharks are being unfairly killed because people are afraid of them or something! I don't care. That review button down there? Click it! It will make the fanfiction gods smile on you.