Hey!

So I love Ranger's apprentice and i decided to do this as there are literally none anywhere. This is very slow updates like usual so bear with me please. I am actually doing this in class.

- thanks, Silver

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A girl named Sylva was walking along a dense forest with her best friend Alice. There were soon going to do something that they had planned to do for a long time. Their soft smirks were clearly as they disappeared into the shadows.

Meanwhile somewhere in Araluen

The gang were meeting up at the wharf of Araluen and two men could not be more ecstatic. They were going to be married! In the distance a boy named will saw two girls. And all went black.

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Will POV

I woke up and I tried to figure out where I was. What sort of a ranger am I? I mean I fainted for some reason. I saw the others wake and I saw that Gillian, Alyss, Evaly-Cassandra, Horace, Halt and even Blaze, Tug, and Abelard! Why did this mystery person bring all of us here and why? I saw two girls in the corner talking in hushed tones and I could only hear something about books, ships and cannons? Wait. Both of them are coming towards us. "Hey, my name is Silver, and this is my friend Alice. You are going to read a book and then you may go back home." Said a girl with dark brown/black hair and black eyes that flashed silver at times. "As Silver said, my name is Alice and we are going to read a book. And the book in question is..." said the girl beside her. A girl that looks suspiciously like Alyss. Her name even sounds the same. "Why have you suddenly gotten weird smirks?" asked Horace. Halt seems even more grim. " Well the book in question is called : Ranger's Apprentice: The Ruins of Gorlan." Replied Alice. We all gasped and was immediately quietened by the glares of Alice and Silver. Those girls have a scarier glare than Halt.

Halt POV

Those girls interest me. Though...

We're reading a book that strikes close to home. That cannot be a coincidence. "Let's get started shall we?" asked Alice. All right and we heard a sound like something was falling and we looked up to see a book? Strange. That book then landed on my lap as Silver said, " Well, it looks like Halt is reading the prologue first!"

3rd POV

Halt took in a deep breath and started to read...

Morgarath, Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night, former Baron of Gorlan in the Kingdom of Araluen, looked out over his bleak, rainswept domain and, for perhaps the thousandth time, cursed. "What is going on?" asked Horace. The ever-helpful girls replied with, " just read and find out. At least you know who these guys are... we didn't even know that." This was all that was left to him now – a jumble of rugged granite cliffs, tumbled boulders and icy mountains. Of sheer gorges and steep narrow passes. Of gravel and rock, with never a tree or a sign of green to break the monotony. Even though it had been fifteen years since he had been driven back into this forbidding realm that had become his prison, he could still remember the pleasant green glades and thickly forested hills of his former fief. The streams filled with fish and the fields rich with crops and game. Gorlan had been a beautiful, living place. The Mountains of Rain and Night were dead and desolate. "That's no more than what he deserves." Said blaze. Everyone except the two girls, Gillian, Halt ,Will and the horses turned to look at him. "you can talk?" asked Horace.

Gillian answered, "well yeah, he could always talk."

"Tug has talked to me before, but I didn't know that others could talk to." Added Will.

"To answer your question to everyone that's not a ranger, they normally can't talk the common tongue but over here they can. The reason that rangers can talk to the horses and how the horses can talk to the rangers is because they have a really strong bond." Said Alice.
"from now on, Alice and I will try not to answer much. All will be explained in the book but feel free to interrupt halt though. " Added Silver.

A platoon of Wargals

Will shuddered.

was drilling in the castle yard below him. Morgarath watched them for a few seconds, listening to the guttural, rhythmic chant that accompanied all their movements. They were stocky, misshapen beings, with features that were halfway human, but with a long, brutish muzzle and fangs like a bear or a large dog. Avoiding all contact with humans, the Wargals had lived and bred in these remote mountains since ancient times. No one in living memory had ever set eyes upon one,

'Well now they have." Went through many minds. but rumours and legends had persisted of a savage tribe of semi-intelligent beasts in the mountains. Morgarath, planning a revolt against the Kingdom of Araluen, had left Gorlan Fief to seek them out. If such creatures existed, they would give him an edge in the war that was to come.

Halt had a distant look in his eyes and much to everyone's surprise, they started turning a bit glossy.

It took him months, but he eventually found them. Aside from their wordless chant, Wargals had no spoken language, relying on a primitive form of thought awareness for communication. But their minds were simple and their intellects basic.

"So that's how he got them under their control," said Cassandra.

As a result, they had been totally susceptible to domination by a superior intelligence and willpower. Morgarath bent them to his will and they became the perfect army for him – ugly beyond nightmares, utterly pitiless and bound totally to his mental orders. Now the entire room minus the two girls shuddered.

Now, looking at them, he remembered the brightly dressed knights in glittering armour who used to compete in tourneys at Castle Gorlan, their silk-gowned ladies cheering them on and applauding their skills. Mentally comparing them to these black-furred, misshapen creatures, he cursed again.

"Again, as Blaze said, that is no more than what he deserved." Tug stated with a note of finality that almost everyone could not help but think that Tug was wiser that one would think. But, Yes, Will could not help but have a last word for once.

"So, it is true, ranger horses can only quote what others have said. I think this shows a lack of originality. Don't you think?"

No one really had an answer for that except groaning as rolled eyes.

The Wargals, attuned to his thoughts, sensed his disturbance and stirred uncomfortably, pausing in what they were doing. Angrily, he directed them back to their drill and the chanting resumed. Morgarath moved away from the unglazed window, closer to the fire that seemed utterly incapable of dispelling the damp and chill from this gloomy castle.

Fifteen years, he thought to himself again. Fifteen years since he had rebelled against the newly crowned King Duncan, a youth in his twenties. He had planned it all carefully as the old king's sickness progressed, banking on the indecision and confusion that would follow his death to split the other barons and give Morgarath his opportunity to seize the throne.

Secretly, he had trained his army of Wargals, massing them up here in the mountains, ready for the moment to strike. Then, in the days of confusion and grief following the king's death, when the barons travelled to Castle Araluen for the funeral rites, leaving their armies leaderless, he had attacked, overrunning the south-eastern quarter of the Kingdom in a matter of days, routing the confused, leaderless forces that tried to oppose him.

Duncan, young and inexperienced, could never have stood against him. The Kingdom was his for the taking. The throne was his for the asking. "Well this is a depressing thought, "said Gilian.

Then Lord Northolt, the old king's supreme army commander, had rallied some of the younger barons into a loyal confederation, giving strength to Duncan's resolve and stiffening the wavering courage of the others. The armies met at Hackham Heath, close by the Slipsunder River, and the battle swayed in the balance for five hours, with attack and counterattack and massive loss of life. The Slipsunder was a shallow river, but its treacherous reaches of quicksand and soft mud formed an impassable barrier, protecting Morgarath's right flank. But then one of those grey-cloaked meddlers known as Rangers

"Well thank you very much," said Will, "we try to be as annoying as possible to evil weirdos like you." Gillan and Halt seemed to agree.

led a force of heavy cavalry across a secret ford ten kilometres upstream. The armoured horsemen appeared at the crucial moment of the battle and fell upon the rear of Morgarath's army. The Wargals, trained in the tumbled rocks of the mountains, had one weakness. They feared horses and could never stand against such a surprise cavalry attack. They broke, retreating to the narrow confines of Three Step Pass, and back to the Mountains of Rain and Night. Morgarath, his rebellion defeated, went with them.

"And good Riddance to..."said Silver. "I always hated that idiot when I was reading this."

And here he had been exiled these fifteen years. Waiting, plotting, hating the men who had done this to him.

"Thank you so much Morgarath," said Halt sardonically.

Now, he thought, it was time for his revenge. His spies told him the Kingdom had grown slack and complacent and his presence here was all but forgotten. The name Morgarath was a name of legend nowadays, a name mothers used to hush fractious children, threatening that if they did not behave, the black lord Morgarath would come for them. The time was ripe. Once again, he would lead his Wargals into an attack. But this time he would have allies. And this time, he would sow the ground with uncertainty and confusion beforehand. This time, none of those who conspired against him previously would be left alive to aid King Duncan. For the Wargals were not the only ancient, terrifying creatures he had found in these sombre mountains. He had two other allies, even more fearsome – the dreadful beasts known as the Kalkara. Will had a haunted ghosted look suddenly and he looked as old as halt.

The time was ripe to unleash them.

"Yeah it was a cliff-hanger. Sorry, not sorry." Said Alyss.