im sorry about the late post. i had to search my back up files for the story. also, i will now be posting on sundays due to school. here is chapter 4 though, so enjoy. Old friend and a bad startWith a start, Vershye opened his eyes. He got on his elbow and looked around him. He turned his head and saw the imprint of where his guest was laying down. He heard a crack and snapped his head to the opposite direction, facing the trees closest to him. The shadows were to deep for him to see anything, so he looked back where his guest was. “Hey,” Vershye said softly. No response at all. “Are you there”? Still, with no response, he drew his sword and had just got up on one knee, when he saw a shadow detach itself from a tree. He threw himself on top of the being and held the sword to its throat. “Holy Deity! What the Frenderman are you doing Versh?” shouts The_Yogs as he is pushed to the ground. “Yogs? What are you doing here?” says Vershye while he sheathes his sword. “Scouting for Doha territory, what does it look like I’m doing,” says The_Yogs indignantly as he stands up and brushes himself off. “The question is, what are you doing here”? Vershye, looking over to where his guest still rests, says, “That is classified, so if you excuse me, I will try to actually to get some rest.” He gets back onto his roll, then shrugs and gets back up. “Well, I’m much to awake now, so you want to join me with a fire?” “I would be delighted,” replied Yogs as he got ready to sit down by the fire pit. “Um, you don’t want to sit there,” said Versh as he looked up from the kindling. “Why,” asked The_Yogs. “I, uh, have a guest who saved my life yesterday. He is… invisible. He doesn’t want to show himself at all.” “Yeah, right, and the moon is a giant Ghast,” Yogs snickers as he goes to sit anyway. Just before he touches the ground, his body flies threw the air, then jerks suddenly halfway across the clearing and falls to the ground. “Yogs, don’t move, one inch.” “I wasn’t planning on it,” he groaned. (Who is this Dummkopf who almost sat on me?) asked Vershye’s guest. “Yogs, this is my guest. I advise you apologize to him before he rips your chest apart,” Vershye said cautiously. “Um, good sir, I’m sorry I almost sat on you. I am a friend of Vershye, so please don’t kill me”. Then, in both Vershye’s and Yogs minds, they heard the voice in both their minds. (Any friend of Vershye is a friend of mine.) The_Yogs then felt the pressure lift off him and he once again brushed himself as he got up. Vershye went back to starting the fire and the invisible being sat down in between both of them.