Mitchell opened his dreary eyes in discomfort and stared groggily around. At first, a blur of grey and dark green met him but slowly, shapes started to form. A glowing Preston was unconscious, and like himself, was tied up tightly in silky thread. Shifting, he tested the quality. It was strong. Very. And it was so tight that they were unable to move just an inch, so even with weapons, they were defenseless.

Spiders, big and small, surrounded them, and they lay on a clearing in the forest. Gaining several reluctant groans, he nudged Preston, before shoving his body into his comfortably warm one.

"Whazzzz..." He muttered, trying (and failing) to sit up.

The hybrid finally came to his sense and demanded, "Wait...where are we?"

"Heaven." Was the drier than dry reply.

"Har har. But seriously."

"Wherever these", he jerked his head at the arachnids "spiders brought us."

The spiders, noticing that they finally awoke, clicked their fangs together, some dripping green venom. They gulped.

"Ahhhhh...shit." Preston muttered.

"Can't you use your heat or something? I mean, you're glowing for Notch's sake!"
The brunette asked, showing him of desperation as the spiders neared.

"I... can't. Not enough energy. And this place is too damp for me, requires too much energy."

The two adventurers hooked their eyes on the advancing spiders, too terrified to move.

The spiders came even closer, their clicks a gory death song, as sweat dripped from Mitchell's temple. Just as a sharp fang was about to pierce his forearm and send poison up his veins, a thundering of hooves were heard, followed by a wet, slimy sound.

"Lachlan!"

"Who now?" Mitchell asked baffled, staring at the knight before him.

"Oh yea...I forgot. I'll explain. Let's just get out of this place first?" Preston replied, looking at the blond knight on a pure white steed.

"Maaateee! So good to see ya!" 'Lachlan' shouted cheerfully.

"Same to you! But can we please get out of this situation? I'M NEARLY DYING HERE DOOD."

Preston shouted nervously, as the sly spiders regrouped, forming another circle around all three of them, the body of their fellow kind crushed under the thousands of legs.

Lachlan grinned enthusiastically, and flourishing his broadsword around, cleanly decapitating several spiders in the process. And freed the two captured men as well.

"Let's do dis!"

Preston got out a simple iron sword, and sprung into action, slicing the monsters left and right, occasionally shouting warnings. The assassin was slowly getting back in shape, getting more nimble and swift with every passing minute. The wind rushing past his face, overgrown hair slapping his cheek, the adrenaline rushing in his veins, the memories of similar situations whacking him face first, brought him...ecstasy.

Soon, quite a number of spiders were slaughtered, with the big help of Lachlan.

"So... Now what?" Lachlan asked, wiping his sword clean of ruby blood.

"We get Vikk. We have to fulfill the prophecy before doing anything else." Preston replied, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you're back Lach. Things have been a mess with me and... Mitch."

"It's Mitchell. And who's this Vikk?" Mitchell interrupted, sheathing his daggers.

"What? Plebston, what did you do to Mitch here?"

"Mitchell." The assassin said through gritted teeth.

"Mitchell here lost his memory. And Mitchell, Vikk is a dear friend of ours, and yours as well. He lives in Setarus. I think you'll like him, he's a spy. He's als-"

"Can we get going please? I don't want to be here anymore." Lachlan interrupted, his horse stomping a hoof down on the wet turf.

"But our horses ran off..." Mitchell trailed off.

"Well, let's just walk. But provisions are going to be a problem. We need to go to a village or something. Is there one near here?" The dimly glowing hybrid asked.

He shook his head hesitantly, and shook his horse reins.

"Yes, but it would take about two days. But, I do have enough provisions for us three just for a day. I was intending to go and find you Preston."

"That's perfect! Let's start then! We have a long trip to go."

And they started trudging forward.

"So Preston...tell me...what was I like? Mitch I mean." Mitchell inquired, curiosity sparking in his gut, like he was finding a new part of him. Or hidden part of him. It felt like the answers were on the tip of his tongue, taunting him. Just out of reach.

"Mitch? Hmmm...well...he was nothing like Mitchell...he was very mischievous...and made terrible puns...but he was kind...a skilled pvper, could even beat me." He mused, a tint of sadness in his voice, eyes faraway.

"Bad puns? Really?" Was the disbelieved reply.

"Heh...yea."

"What about you? What are you?"

"Can we...let's just walk. I rather not tell the story again."

even if he was intrigued more, he decided not to push his luck and pestered Lachlan instead, who was riding his horse, eyes on the horizon.

"Hey Lachlan?"

"Yea?"

"Who are you?"

"Pfftt, I'm a Porek, something like a modern knight I guess."

"No, I don't mean that. I mean, what were you as a friend to Mitch?"

"Well...I can't answer that question. Only Mitch can." He winked cheekily, and clicked his tongue, making the horse trot.

Mitchell sighed in annoyance, thinking deeply.
He could leave anytime, no one was stopping him. He could easily run away. But something in his gut forced him to stay. An invisible thread.

Who am I?
Who is Mitch?
Am I still Mitch?
Am I doing the right thing?
Did I really crack terrible puns?
(Yes you did.)

"Well mates, we have to set camp here. I have enough provisions for us, we should start setting up."

"Okay. And Lachlan, thanks for saving us back there." Mitchell awkwardly thanked the Porek, rubbing the back of his head.

"That's what friends to right?" He smiled.

"Yea...friends..."

_writers note_

OMHHHH SARASA FINALLY UPDATED!

yea. I'm really sorry, I didn't have the inspiration. But IM BACK AND HOPEFULLY READY TO ROLL.

SARASA OUT!