LOST

Chapter 15

SURPRISE! It's a legendary Surprise Chapter!!

And guess what? You will still get another this weekend too! :D

Also, we need just 10 MORE people saying they want a sequel to LOST, and it will be done after Falling to Rise. I have a feeling that when this book is done, you'll want another :)

Of course if a sequel is made, I am going to write it in 3rd person, because I like 3rd person better.

Anyways, ENJOY!

LOST

Chapter 15

"D-dying!" Adam shouted. His father sighed and sheathed his sword.

He turned away from Adam and looked down at Ian who hadn't moved through the whole dramatic fiasco. "My son is probably right... while the crimes you have committed will never be forgiven, if he says you can make a change, the I will give you a choice."

He breathed in then out, "A choice to either help my son from now on, in ways that will help save lives and such, or solitude. If you'd rather be locked away, then that is your other choice."

Ian looked up, as frail and small as a small helpless cat, he shuddered then with a quiet, almost inaudible voice, he said, "Lock me away. I shouldn't be outside in the world, everyone is much safer that way."

"What! Ian no!" Quentin cried, Adam's father simply nodded and walked away. Leaving two soldiers to pick Ian up and lead him away.

"Wait, dad! We're not done talking, you can't do this. You can't lock Ian away, and you can't leave without answering our question!"

"This conversation is over Adam, your friend made his choice, and there is nothing else to say about my demise." Then.

We were left alone as everyone carried about their daily business.

"Now what?" Jason said solemnly, "Now what do we do, if your father won't listen, and Ian won't listen, who do we turn to now?"

No one could answer him as we all stood lost, and confused.

"I-I'm going to go and try to talk some sense into Ian-- it's not too late." I ran off before waiting for an answer.

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"Let me in, I'm just here to talk to him," I said to the guards. They looked at me for a moment before stepping aside to let me into the old stone building.

It was small, dark, and cold in the inside, no lights, and no warmth. The only light came from the small window on the door to this building, and I could make out 3 small cells.

"Ian," I called out, at first there was no reply.

Then, "Ty, is that...is that you?" A quiet whisper said to me.

"Yea! Ian are you ok, I'm just here to talk, which cell are you in?"

"The second one, the middle."

I carefully walked through the cramped hallway to Ian's barred cell. "Ian! I'm so glad you're ok, why, why did you say you wanted to be locked up?" I grabbed hold of the bars and peered through, I could see Ian's huddle figure in the dark.

"It's just better that way..."

"But we need you, we went on a quest with all of us, there's no way we're leaving without one of us."