This is AmazingWriter123's chapter from Gilan's POV. Yeah.
By the way, just some advice for you guys: When a package of pre-prepared cookie dough tells you to put the cookies in the oven for 9-11 minutes, they're done after 11 minutes. It doesn't matter if they don't look done, THEY ARE! If you put them in for longer, just...BURNT COOKIES!
I had to bake yesterday...I suck at baking. Anyways, I'm not sure AW123 will appreciate me putting this in her chapter, but I'm already done with the author's note for my chapter, so...
And if she doesn't like it, well, she'll tell me and I won't put these in her chapters. I'll stick to my own (although I technically own this space right here).
"Tell me a story Gilan," said Jenny, as they sat on the bench in the park around Castle Whitby. Jenny was visiting from her home fief of Redmont.
"Ah well, did you hear about how there were disappearances a few months ago?" he asked.
Jenny nodded, "Children were kidnapped I heard."
"Animals and crops disappeared too. Crowley sent me to track them down, and I took Blake along with me. We thought they were slavers… and I was right," said Gilan. He grinned when Jenny paled slightly.
"Nothing to worry about Jen, we were quite safe," he assured.
"But what did you do about them?" she asked, already imagining a multitude of brave rescues Gilan would have performed.
"Actually we weren't safe," admitted Gilan. "They were really dangerous kidnappers."
"What happened then?" asked Jenny.
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They crouched at the edge of the camp, listening and seeing everything from the shadows. After all, that was their job.
Gilan listened carefully, and his face paled a few shades. He raised his hand to Blake and told him to go back.
Then he listened to the leader. He was talking in Gallic, something Gilan didn't understand very well. But he made out the words "Children" "Ships" and "Smuggle."
Then the man began to speak in rapid Gallic, so it almost sounded like a chant. Gilan motioned for Blake to move back.
They reached their camp and Blake sat down. Gilan wondered how much to tell him.
"What are they up to? Why did we come away so suddenly?" asked Blake.
"Apprentices… apprentices… they can never ask more than one question," muttered Gilan.
"What are they doing?" repeated Blake.
"Those Gallicans are kidnapping children and smuggling them to Magyara to work as slaves for the pirates there. In return the Magyarans leave majority of the Gallican coast untouched."
"So should we attack them?" asked Blake.
"If these were normal bandits that is just what I would do, but now we need to change our plan. We are only two; they must be at least 30. And there are women there, whom I would rather not attack. And they'll probably fight better in the dark since they'll know that the firelight will be in our eyes. We have to come back later Blake," said Gilan grimly.
"So what do we do when we come back?" asked Blake.
"What we always do," replied Gilan.
They walked in silence for a little while. Then Blake said, "Hey Gilan…" He was cut off before he could go any further.
"Hay is for horses Blake," said Gilan with his usual cheery grin.
"Gilan, so do we tell the King what we found?" asked Blake.
"No, we have some coffee first. Then we tell Crowley and Halt and Will. Then they decide what to do next and if the king should be bothered with it. After that, it is up to us to complete this assignment," said Gilan. Blake was overly curious. A good trait for a Ranger, but extremely irritating at times.
And there you 'ave it! Two chapters in one night and I'm getting them done about a day before I thought I would!