Step 1: Go to the drive-thru

Step 2: When you get to where you make your order + pay, say "I havnt got any money, just passing through."

Step 3: Wait between where you order + pay and where you collect your food. Wait for the driver behind you to order and pay.

Step 4: Drive up to collect his food

Step 5: Enjoy your stolen meal, and I hope you go to jail you hobo.

Chapter 1: The war begins...

"As a lord of the Order of Charter, I declare war on D'hara!"

The crowd cheered for the glory of Ancelstierre. The country finally, after all these years of sitting and watching, had decided what they would do about the happenings in the New World. Although it may not seem likes its their business, it is the business of the Abhorsen.

Touchstone took one last look at the crowd, before turning to his left hand man. " We leave at nightfall, where the roads should be safer. Prepare a cargo ship for us, and 3 galleons to escort us to the New World."

"Yes, my lord."

"Oh, and Lieutenant," Touchstone said grabbing Tindal's shoulder padding
"Im not confident about going there alone. I'll need men with me to man the ship and to assist me when we arrive. Order the 3rd battalion to gear up and pack food supplies, then board the cargo ship. Anyone who isnt onboard will be left behind."

"As you wish.."


Morning came, and Touchstone got out of bed after his entertaining night with his wife. She was still asleep, clearly content with her husbands way of saying goodbye.

Armour? Check
Sword? Check
Dagger? Check
Throwing knives? Check
New World map? uhhhhh

Jamie scanned around the room. No where to be seen, so his wife must have put it somewhere. There was no time, he realised. "I'll go without it then.." he sighed.

The road was long to the east port of Ancelstierre. He was guarded + accompanied by the 3rd battalion, as ordered. Its made up of 50 well-armed soldiers, also known as members of the Order of Charter.

Charter is a powerful form of magic only the Abhorsen and some who have trained with it for years can use. You would have to be extremely lucky to be born into the way of Charter.

The port was a glorious sight. The beautiful sea made of gentle waves welcomed them with open arms. Emerging from the forest, they made their way to the sandy shores.

Leaving the port with the destination of New World, Touchstone knew that this may be his last war of his life, because although he may be strong, and have powerful soldiers by his side, 51 experts of war is still no match for thousands of D'haran soldiers. And the cruel wrath of Darken Rahl leaves no survivors...






Cheers for reading bro's. Please leave your feedback on if you liked it, and yes, I did write this. This is what I do in my spare time, so support is very much appreciated ^_^ happy hunting!

Thats right. It was like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ spider army, they ran at me. About 3 of em, and I have bloody arachniphobia! I felt like screaming like a little girl. and then one fell on my head like a fckin parajumping marine. *james bond theme as spider glides down a thread of web onto my head*

I screamed a very NAUGHTY word out loud..very loud :P and now im paranoid.

If anyone else has had a bad experience, be sure to leave a comment. Laters bro's and happy hunting!