November 20, 1039, A.D.

So my friends and I had been on that stupid island for about a week. Oh, and Heather came over to see what happened to us, and she got captured, too.

Heather: Hi!

So, I had to save us. What I did was this. I cut one of the guards, Shasore with a sharp hairpin (mine) when she was asleep. She yelped, and looked at her hand, while I grabbed her keys. Robbie knocked her out. We ran, and I brought Shasore with us.

When we got to our ship, we unmasked Shasore. Laying in front of us was a young lady from Gaul.

She had brown hair, blue eyes, and pink lips.

She fluttered her eyes, and she sat up.

I put my hands on my hips, and Dagur crossed his arms.

"Well," Chase asked,"where is Mala?"

"I'll tell you if you let me go," she said.

"How about tell us and we'll let you live?" said Robbie.

"Fine," she said,"Mala's in a separate dungeon. Also my name isn't really Shasore, it's Katie B.I'm from Gaul. I'm sort of a spy in Darkblade."

"How can we believe you?" Heather asked.

"I have a necklace from Gaul. Also, I think you broke my foot," she grimaced.

By now, we had believed her. Dagur and Robbie stayed with Shasore, I mean Katie B., and Heather

Chase, and I searched for Mala.

When we found Mala and Throk, we released them.

We found them! Obviously, they were happy to see us.

We rejoiced for a moment, but then archers ambushed us.

Darkblade! I unsheathed my axe. I was ready to fight. I wielded my axe and spun it around. I started to feel dizzy, but I kept on fighting.