Part three

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Halt slowly sneaked through the forest.

The water bag in his left hand made it a little more difficult,  but he still moved quietly. 

As he got closer to the camp, halt doubled his efforts.

Of corse,  he loved to surprise Gilan and  materialize out of "thin air" as his apprentice described it the first time he saw it.

But Gilan had grown more careful and halt barely ever caugt him of guard any more.

As a matter of fact,  halt had begun to realise that Gilan probebly outskilled him in unseen movement.

It anoyed him, but he could'nt help but to feel proud too.

But as Halt got closer to the camp he realise that Gilan was gone.

At first, he got a bit surprised,  but quickly figured out that Gilan probebly fetched some more wood for the fire.

He laid the water bag down in the mittle of the glade beside a bit tree root.

Only... it was not a tree root.

It was a longbow.

Gilans longbow.

And the bowstring was broken.

Halt felt his stomac tighten.  He frowned. Fast and efective he looked at the tracks at the camp.

And he did'nt get less worried.

After a while, he saw that Gilan, probably unconscious, had been lifted on a horse.

There were many horsetracks, at least twelwe, and they were heading north.

Halt followed.

But first, he strung his longbow.

He had a feeling he might need it.

   

*well, this one was a Short one... maybye take awile to update.... Im bissy. ..*

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