AN: Yeah, yeah I know. I haven't updated in ages and I'm really sorry. Please don't kill me! So anyway, here's the next chapter!
Zac ran blindly along the trail, not stopping until the track started to blur. He paused momentarily to wipe the sweat from his forehead before pushing on. This is nothing. Nothing like Sonderland. Rounding a bend in the path, he had to brake suddenly to avoid running straight into an old shack. Grinning, he dashed inside and grabbed a wooden token in the shape of a bird. He turned a raced back down the mountain.
Ten steps forward, turn, ten steps back. Stig's eyes traced his skirls footsteps as he paced back and forward. Seven heads snapped up as Jesper ran back up the slope, panting
"Rolland's back."
The mood plummeted. Hal tried tp stay positive. 20 points was still good. He turned to resume his pacing and was promptly bowled over by Zac. Ingvar hauled them both to their feet and all nine boys raced back down to where Sigurd was waiting.
They arrived only seconds before Tursgud, nine of them panting heavily. Surprisingly, Zac's breathing was only slightly heavy and was back to normal after a few deep eyed the boys.
"I believe that the Herons beat Tursgud back."
The boys of the wolf and heronbrother bands cheered, and Rolland was lifted onto the shoulders of his teammates. Sigurd's voice cut through the cheers like a whip.
"Put that boy down!"
Rolland was lowered back onto the ground and twenty-nine pairs of eyes looked at him inquisitively.
AN: Sorry it wasn't more, but my free period is over and I have elsewhere to be. But I will try to update faster than I did this time.