Excerpt: Blah! Who need titles nowadays >.>;;

"Why would your master want to live out here? town's not so far", asked Surge. Garsen had just gone through what seemed like his third round through the the ring of keys when one was daring enough to unlock the gate.

"I'd rather you get too work instead of asking these silly questions", replied Garsen.
"Yes... Garsen, sir... Umm, What work would that be again?" asked a confused Surge.
"Oh, right... hmm... You'll be tidying up around here" declared Garsen.
As Surge began to follow the him into the gates Garsen stopped him. "Not inside, out here", he said with a look on his face that thought it his instructions had been very clear.
"Out... here?", Surge had tried to make sense of things: something he was starting to realize would prove difficult around this man.

Garsen answered with an emotionless stare and a blink or two at the boy before closing the gate between them.

What in the world did he mean by that thought Surge to himself. The other boy was right not to take work from this man. Surge, not knowing what to do nor where to start doing it, began to wonder around the front of the gate and soon around the entire Stone Wall surrounding the building. Desperately looking for anything out of place he tried to take in as much of his surroundings as he could, taking into account the trees, weeds, rocks, and even foliage. After some time and at a complete loss, he contemplated running back. There's still An hour or two of sunlight, thought Surge, if i hurry I should be able to reach the main road by then. With that thought be began down the trail.

The road was longer and less familiar than it had seemed on the way up, and where he thought he would find an obvious path was nothing of the sort. the sun set with Surge still lost in the woods, leaving him only to wander aimlessly. His footing became more of a challenge with the light he had taken for granted had left him, and didn't have much trouble tripping on anything and everything near him. Finally giving up, he tried his best to find a bit of refuge against a tree and giant rock, and hope for better luck in the morning. His stomach, wanting to join the cold in distracting Surge from his sleep, decided it was time to remind him he hadn't had anything to eat since that morning with a loud roar. But, eventually, Surge miraculously drifted off.