A/N: OLAF! It's me, IFYOUCOULDFLY! Sorry about any confusion, I had a few failures trying to learn how to add a new chapter (fail). Anyways, thanks for reviews! They help so much! So I've got a new friend to help me with the disclaimer! Gilan: OK, cool! What do I do? Me: Read the paper I gave you. Gilan: What paper? Me: *sigh* The one that says John Flanagan owns the Ranger's Apprentice story, not me. Gilan: Why? What do I get? Me: Nothing! We went over this, Gil! Gilan: AAAH DON'T YELL AT ME! Me: *sigh* Oh, whatever…just read you guys.

-CHAPTER TWO-

*Tug's P.O.V.*

There was one thought coursing through the shaggy pony's mind: Will. Will was everything to him. They had been together through every daring adventure, and separation was nearly impossible. Deep down, Tug was hurting. Something in his heart told him it was his fault that his beloved companion was gone. "No!" He told himself. "You can't distract yourself! You must find Halt!" Tug knew that Halt could find Will. He always did.

The pony had been running for days, never allowing any stops other than to eat or drink. Tug was tired, but he wouldn't waste any time. He knew the way to Redmont by heart, knew just where Halt's cabin was. He knew that Will was counting on him to find his old mentor. He knew that no matter what, he could not stop. He also knew, he thought sarcastically, that his mouth was bothering him. Days ago, his loose saddle had flown off, but his bridle stayed just where it was, meaning the reins flopped around wildly and his bit smacked into his jaw as he ran. "Just think of Will," He thought each time his burning mouth begged him to stop. "Just think how they took him away, how you couldn't help, how you can help now, how you must help." That kept him going. But the poor pony couldn't help but wonder for how long.

*Will's P.O.V*

Everything hurt.

Will, official bearer of the Silver Oakleaf, protector of Araluen, savior of countless lives, could think nothing but one thought: everything hurt.

After minutes of laying on the cold, hard cement beneath him, he began to sit up. After several failed attempts, he finally managed to prop himself up and look around. "Where am I?" He thought, massaging his aching arm.

He was enclosed in a room made of hard rock walls, with a small pile of hay for a pillow, but no bed. There was one window, which was barred. He looked to his right to see that there was no door, only thick iron bars across an opening. There was only one thing it could be: a prison cell.

It all came rushing back to him. The messenger, the letter, the woods. It kept replaying over and over in his mind. "How could I do that?" Will thought. "The Ranger Corp would be so ashamed. I didn't even fight!" He could see it in his head now, Halt shaking his head disapprovingly. "Why, Will?" He would say. "Why would you let yourself do that?" Will buried his head in his arms. "Already, I've failed my duties as a Ranger!" He thought. "I just hope Tug reaches help in time…"

*Tug's P.O.V.*

Tug was galloping now. All thoughts of tiredness left him as he barreled through the forest. He recognized it now. The cobblestone path, the mangled tree; Redmont was so close! He rounded bend after bend, twisting and turning like only a Ranger horse could.

Suddenly, he turned the last corner, and the fief of Redmont burst into view. It was nighttime now, and stars twinkled overhead, but Tug pushed on. "I'm so close now…just be okay…" He thought, as if sending a telepathic message to Will. "I'm so close."

*Halt's P.O.V.*

Halt was sleeping contentedly. With Lady Pauline by his side, and everyone dear to him safe, why wouldn't he be? Araluen was in a state of peace that did not seem to be wavering. He was in the middle of a dream that was quite lovely. Pauline and he were in a beautiful field, and the sky was a brilliant. Gilan, Will, and Horace were (for once) off his back, instead talking and laughing like civilized human beings. Tug and Abelard were off in the fields, racing around, and Tug would lift his head in the air and…

Just then, a frantic whinny pierced the air. Both he and Lady Pauline rocketed out of bed. "What was that?" His wife asked. "I don't know, something's troubling Abelard." Halt muttered, lighting a lantern. He got out of bed and, as he made his way to the door, thought, "Something better be troubling that horse, because if not…" He flung open the door.

Standing on the doorstep was a very unexpected visitor. "T-Tug?" Halt whispered, confused. "Is that you?" The horse whipped its head crazily. "But where's…oh no." Halt peered around the horse. "Where's Will?" Lady Pauline had appeared behind him at the door. "I don't know, but Tug seems upset and has no saddle." He replied. A cold pit was forming in the Ranger's stomach. "What if…" he thought, but quickly dismissed it. "No. There's no way. But Will is in trouble."

"Pauline, I'm going to find Crowley. Something's not right here." Halt looked again at Tug, who was just about ready to collapse, but something was keeping him going. He nodded. "I think Will may be in trouble."

*Tug's P.O.V.*

Tug was relieved. The worried look on Halt's face told him that he knew exactly what needed to be done. Halt led him to the stables, where he tacked Abelard swiftly and they set out, with a quick farewell to his wife. Tug knew immediately that now was not the time for him to lead. They were going to see Crowley, he knew. They were going to get help. He cantered directly behind Abelard. Though he was exhausted, he didn't want to miss anything. He knew that he must not hold anyone back.

Soon, however, Halt stopped. The look in the Ranger's eye told Tug that he had no choice but to do the same. The pony accepted reluctantly, and quickly nodded off into the first sleep he had had in days.

*Will's P.O.V.*

Rough hands grasped him and awoke him from his slumber. Still blurry-eyed from the drugged dart, Will muttered a few questioned, but his captors paid no mind. "You're going to answer some questions, Treaty," one of the men dragging him spat. "Yeah, and you'd better not pull any tricks." The other growled.

Will was alert again. Finally, the drug was wearing off, and he was ready to know who his captor was. After being dragged through a long string of hallways, he was shoved into a room with a large door. He looked up to see a throne, with guards positioned on each side. Will couldn't help it, he let a gasp escape his lips. These were no ordinary guards. They were Wargals.

The man sitting atop the throne laughed coldly. "Why, hello, Will Treaty. We've been awaiting your arrival." Will rolled his eyes. "Why do they all say that?" He thought. "What do you want?" He said abruptly. The man smirked. "Why, aren't you the fussy one? If I must, I shall tell you…" the ice-cold man leaned forward. "I want information." Will snorted. "You have no idea how many people have tried -and failed- to get that from me." The man smiled his cold smile again. "Ah, but I believe this case is different." Will rolled his eyes. "What makes you so sure?" He asked, voice dripping with snide hatred. Again, he just smiled. "Gosh, how I hate that smile!" Will thought. "Don't you know, Treaty?" The young Ranger shook his head slowly. The man leaned in, so that he was nearly touching Will.

"I'm Morgarath's son."

A/N: And BOOM! goes the dynamite! Haha didn't see that coming, did ya? Well, neither did I…Whatever KEEP REVIEWING PEOPLE! My first fanfic, and I'm already getting totally excited! So, you guys wanna know how to fly? I'll tell you…REVIEW, FOLLOW, AND FAVORITE! HAHA join the army of the Flyers! Thanks to anyone that's already a Flyer…Next upload tomorrow! Seeya!-FLY