The Rescue of Nandit GurtuWill paced the deck of the Wolfwind, wondering what to do next. It was early in the morning, two days ago, since he and his friend Evanlyn, secretly Princess Cassandra, had been captured and taken to Skandia to be sold into slavery. Their captor, Erak Starfollower, had begun to take a liking to them, or so it seemed. They would be taken to Skandia's capital, Hallasholm, and from there no one knew. There was a possibility that they would never see each other again. «What do you think, Will? Is there any way to escape from this ship?" said the princess. She had pondered the same question for many days in a row. Of course they both knew that they would probably be crushed by the waves before they even got off the boat, but there was a small they hadn't found it so far. "I... I haven't been able to think of one for days, but I can't find the answer." they found themselves thinking, but couldn't. "And what could we have here? It was Svengal, the first man on the ship. “I've already told you about it twice, haven't I? Work first, then laze!” And at that point, Will and Evanlyn got up and started doing their chores. Will didn't find them so boring, now that they had been on the ship for so many days and had worked for hours and hours. In fact, Will was fine with household chores as he was already used to doing them at home in the log cabin he lived in with his mentor, Halt. Memories came back to him: a fire that melted the cold in an instant. Other memories also came to mind. The one that stood out most in his mind was that of him and Evanlyn getting... middle of the paper... amazingly mine!" Erak said. Strymyr, however, was already quite irritated by the situation at hand, and just wanted to leave the damned thing ship, go home and sell the two slaves to make a profit from this war. He didn't really care about Erak, because he knew he would never leave the ship alive. “Well Erak, I guess you're no longer part of my problems . The last thing you will see will be the storms of the coming storm." Erak looked in the direction Strymyr was looking, and sure enough, dark storm clouds were approaching. "We'd better move now... you! Bring the loot to my ship! . And you! Girl, get on the ship! And so, Strymyr departed, leaving Erak and his crew at the mercy of the coming storm. In silence, Erak vowed to bring both Will and Evanlyn back, even if he had to die They..