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Gadall was marching through the plains when he happened upon the tent, half burried, in the sand.  As he drew closer, he could hear the faint cries of someone in need.

Grabbing his shovel from his backpack, he began to feverously dig.  After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the bottom of the tent and lifted the door open.  Inside he saw a man, well it looked like a man, burried up to his neck.  Dried blood and sand stuck to his face.  The man began to laugh uncontrollably with the sight of Gadall.

"Is the storm over?", the man said with glee, "Or are you an angel come to take me from this world!".  Gadall cleaned the rest of the sand from the strangers body and gave him a long dring from his flask.  "Yes for the storm, and no, far from angel status".

Gadall left the warmth of the shelter to think outside under the cool night sky.

While he had no important business to attend to, he knew that Scorpion would be slowing him down, especially with that leg.  Once the sun came up in the moring, they would have to make a decision to move slowly, or stay put and let the leg heal.

Gadall heard some movement to his left, quickly he reached for his sword and crouched behind the flap of the shelter.  Holding his breath, for fear of making noise, he watched intently as the wind gently carressed the sand.

His eyes had now adjusted to the dark and everything around him seemed to be vibrating.  Darting from left to right, his eyes picked up something behind the bush.  It wasn't large enough to be human, but that meant nothing now a days.  The moon was hidden by the lone cloud in the sky "damn my luck", he thought.

Inside the tent, Scorpion began to stir.  He called out "Gadall!, are you still there?".

Gadall whispers, "I am outside, but I don't think we are alone.  Keep talking as if I am in there with you.  I will circle the shelter to get a better view.  There should be a small dagger in my pouch.  Keep it close to you."

Scorpion shuffled in the shelter, trying to hold back the searing pain shooting up and down his damaged leg.  He reached into the pack and wrapped his fingers tightly around the sharp implement.  "I can't thank you enough for helping me out back there."

Out on the plains, the wind was blowing. there was a storm coming, he was sure of that. quickly, he began to set up his tent, all the while being battereed by the savage wind blowing across the desert plains, while sand whipped up into the air. 'why did you do this to yourself scorpion? The man said as one of the tent poles got caought on the canvas of the tent, making a small rip in its side. It did not seem important, but once he got the tent finished he found it was. the rip was right on the top of the tent, and even as he watched the tent began to fill with sand. grabbing a patch he brought along for this kind of thing, he quickly selaed the gap. but it wasnt enough. pretty soon the gap had widened. then, as the storm picked up, his desperation grew more intense. in his wild attempt to plug the gap, he hit his head on a tent pole. the last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was sand, slowly filling the tent, and burying him.
Mr. Dariusii Report 12/14/2007 2:10:34 PM	Gadall was marching through the plains when he happened upon the tent, half burried, in the sand.  As he drew closer, he could hear the faint cries of someone in need. Grabbing his shovel from his backpack, he began to feverously dig.  After what seemed like an eternity, he reached the bottom of the tent and lifted the door open.  Inside he saw a man, well it looked like a man, burried up to his neck.  Dried blood and sand stuck to his face.  The man began to laugh uncontrollably with the sight of Gadall. "Is the storm over?", the man said with glee, "Or are you an angel come to take me from this world!".  Gadall cleaned the rest of the sand from the strangers body and gave him a long dring from his flask.  "Yes for the storm, and no, far from angel status".
Mr. Vengence 12/14/2007 4:29:26 PM	Scorpion was relieved. The laughter had not been because he found something funny, it was because he was relieved. but he knew he was far from safe, as there could be any kind of disease he had caught through his head wound. But things were looking up, now that this man had rescued him 'My name is Gadalll. Are you able to walk' 'Aye, if I must' 'Then let us be off.' But as soon as they started travelling, it was clear that there was somethigng wrong. the smallest movement caused great pain in his leg, and it was clearly broken. So, instead of continuing on their way, Gadall set up a small camp, and cooked some food he had with him. Gadall decided to ask about how Scorpion had come to be there 'excuse me, but I have saved your life, and do not even know your name. why ae you out here?' Scorpion sat thinking for a moment. Then, he spoke 'My name is Scorpion .Just yesterday morning I was safe in my cave, where my family have been staying. But I hated living there. Even though I am now 18, my father insists I do not stay out late. So i broke away. I now know that my father was protectiong me from this. But I do not know what direction I travelled in, or how far. I am afraid I shant ever see them again' With this Scorpion fell silent. Gadall didnt press him, simply continued with the stew. But by the time it was ready, Scorpion had fallen asleep
Mr. Dariusii Report 12/14/2007 7:03:42 PM	Gadall left the warmth of the shelter to think outside under the cool night sky. While he had no important business to attend to, he knew that Scorpion would be slowing him down, especially with that leg.  Once the sun came up in the moring, they would have to make a decision to move slowly, or stay put and let the leg heal. Gadall heard some movement to his left, quickly he reached for his sword and crouched behind the flap of the shelter.  Holding his breath, for fear of making noise, he watched intently as the wind gently carressed the sand. His eyes had now adjusted to the dark and everything around him seemed to be vibrating.  Darting from left to right, his eyes picked up something behind the bush.  It wasn't large enough to be human, but that meant nothing now a days.  The moon was hidden by the lone cloud in the sky "damn my luck", he thought. Inside the tent, Scorpion began to stir.  He called out "Gadall!, are you still there?". Gadall whispers, "I am outside, but I don't think we are alone.  Keep talking as if I am in there with you.  I will circle the shelter to get a better view.  There should be a small dagger in my pouch.  Keep it close to you." Scorpion shuffled in the shelter, trying to hold back the searing pain shooting up and down his damaged leg.  He reached into the pack and wrapped his fingers tightly around the sharp implement.  "I can't thank you enough for helping me out back there."

'That is ok scorpion, it is all anyone would do', said Gadall, as he edged closer to where the noise was coming from.

'yes, but I am implied to thank you anyway my friend', continued scorpion, trying not to gasspt fom his leg pain. as he began to draw the knife, he saw Gadall throw the sword towards the bush.

'HEY!' came a voice. A voice Gadall knew all to well.

'Arnicus, my friend, join us. you know I hate it when you do this! i mean, you could just come up to the tent and greet me normally.'

Scorpion loked confused, and Gadall realised this.

'ah yes. Scorion. meet Arnicus, Arnicus, meet scorpion. Scorpion, Arnicus is my trusted friend'

'Im guessing you two have interesting jobs. I mean, who would sneak up on one anothers friends?'

'you are right' It was rnicus who had spoken. 'you see, we patrol the deserts in case of rulwers crosing the boarder with their armies and takiong our land that makes us potential hostage targets, so e must be careful'

'I see', said Scorion

' I have no life left for me. Please let me join you. train me.'

Arnicus looked at him doubtfully. 'No, you havent gone through the right training.

'well, Gadall is staying with me til my leg heals, so you can teach me'

Gadall nodded at Arnicusses questining look. finally, Arnicus spoke

'very well. Gadall, train him.'

'yes, of course'

Hang on' Scorpion siad. 'how come you are bossing him around?'

because, Scorpion' came the reply. 'thoug h we are friends, i am the boss, and my word is law. now, i an off.

With that he left. Gadall immeadiatly went inside, and at down, thinking about what had just happened. 

CHAPTER TWO

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