HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!
I HOPE Y'ALL ARE HAVING A GOOD SPOOKY SEASON, AND A HAPPY YEAR OVERALL!
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Peter was treated in the infirmary for a day. His doctor was a Dueglestein nurse, with rough hands as she bandaged Peter up. Peter was sure Boromir had broken a few ribs. Every breath was a pain, making it unbearable to move around. Not to mention the bruises and other wounds across the rest of his body.
The nurse would come to his bedside every few hours, tending to his bandages and muttering curses under her breath. She obviously did not want to be a real help to Peter.
It was almost nighttime when Alice came to his tent. Two Dueglesteiners walked in, dragged her by the arms, and threw her into the tent. Peter got up fast, ignoring the pain in his chest.
“Alice,” he whispered, crawling over to her. She was barely conscious and bleeding from cuts across her face, neck, and arms. Peter could barely see them, but bruises were beginning to bloom across her body. As Peter assessed the damage, he began to shake with rage. He’d made Boromir promise not to torture her, but look at what he had done.
“Ally?” Peter tried again, cupping her face in his hands, trying to wake her up. Alice’s eyes fluttered slowly open, and she looked at Peter.
“Peter?” she asked, then her eyes flew open. “Peter,” she said, “I-I told him. I didn’t want to, but…he-he made me tell him,” Her eyes began to fill with tears.
“What? What did you tell him?” Peter’s eyes widened as he feared the worst.
“I…I told him one of us was going to Hilgaria. Peter, he knows one of us is going to Hilgaria, Peter, and he’ll-he’ll find them!” Alice then passed out again, her head heavy on his arm. Peter struggled to carry her, but he laid her on the cot he’d been laying on before, then eased himself into a sitting position beside her and fell asleep.
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“Oh, how cute.” was the voice that woke Peter in the morning. He opened his eyes to see Boromir standing in their tent, looking at Alice in Peter’s cot and Peter sitting beside her. Peter was enraged at Boromir for everything he’d done to them he wanted to scream.
“You…” Peter said as he slowly tried to get up, then limped over to where Boromir was standing, although he was much shorter than him. “You promised not to torture her!” Peter shouted in Boromir’s face.
Boromir’s eyes narrowed and pushed Peter to the ground. “You will learn to respect me, boy, I am the one in charge here, not you. I will be the one making the decisions, not some petulant little boy who thinks he can be strong. You. Will listen. To me!”
Peter cowered in fear, covering his injured chest. As much as he hated it, he feared what would happen to himself or Alice if he angered Boromir any more.
Boromir scoffed, “That’s what I thought. Soon, we will catch your other friends. Yes, the ones in Hilgaria. We know about them. Did you really think that splitting up would save you? Well, you thought wrong. And we will find the other two after that. Then this will all be for nothing.”
Peter glared at him, hating Boromir with everything in him. He was surely the definition of evil.
Boromir stormed out of the tent, laughing as he went.
Once Boromir had left, Peter crawled over to Alice’s cot. “Alice. Ally, are you awake?”
Alice’s eyes opened, and she said quietly, “Yes, I’m awake.”
“Are you feeling better?” Peter asked.
Alice nodded but looked at the bandages around his bare chest. “What happened?”
Peter shrugged it off, trying his best to smile through the pain. “I…may have broken a few ribs.”
Alice gave a small laugh at that, then became more serious. “We have to get out of here, Peter.”
Peter nodded, and he got up to check the outside of their tent. Nope. There were Dueglesteieners swarming everywhere.
He had to think. He looked at the scalpel on a chest next to their cot and had an idea.
He moved to the back of the tent, and with the scalpel cut it open. There were no Dueglesteiners on the backside of the tent, as they seemed to be more intent on guarding the front.
Peter led Alice through the back of the tent, and they were free.
Although it didn’t take very long for the Dueglesteiners to figure out that Peter and Alice had escaped, Peter had a plan. He just…wasn’t sure if it would work. It was more of a hope than a plan that his friend would show up since after all, the last time he had seen him, they hadn’t left on good terms.
They made it to the edge of a cliff when the Dueglesteiners had cornered them. Peter was out of breath and in pain, but he tried his best to hide it.
“You have nowhere to run, children. Just give up. We can work this out.” Boromir taunted, a smile growing on his face.
‘Well, now or never,’ Peter thought, and he whistled as loud as he could a high note and then a low note, hoping it would work.
Boromir looked around at first in fear, but when nothing happened, he just laughed at Peter. “What was that, you pathetic little boy?”
“That,” Peter smiled, “Is what’s going to save us. Alice,” Peter looked at Alice’s frightened face, “Do you trust me?”
Alice nodded, and Peter reached for her hand.
Peter heard a faint noise and knew his friend was there. Peter smiled.
“Then now is when we escape. You ready, Alice?” Alice nodded again, and Peter turned to the cliff and yelled, “Ready? Jump!”
They jumped, and Alice screamed as Peter yelled with joy. It was like for a moment they were flying, until they began to fall like they were about to crash into the earth. But they landed on something soft and feathery. Peter cried out in pain, feeling like his ribs were on fire.
When he raised his head, though, he smiled to himself. His friend had made it.
He was back with Ajax...
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