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Chapter Twenty Five: Are you Even Listening

It was night as Owen wandered through the forest.

He was a good distance away from The Pube, as well as the buildings around it, but that didn't really matter.

He was just going for a simple midnight stroll nothing more.

It's not like something bad would happen.

And even if something did end up happening Owen could protect himself.

He was good at that.

He knew that from his time in the maze and in the army.

He could fight, and he was in screaming distance, so if anyone or anything tried anything they would have a pretty hard time.

Especially since Sparkles, Scott, Shelby, and Wilbur were almost always awake in the later hours.

Well Shelby and Wilbur didn't need sleep since they were dead so they didn't usually do any kind of sleep.

Neither did the two Starborns although Owen had yet to see it he would admit.

As he was considering heading back Owen heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes.

Probably some wild animal like a possum or something, maybe a large rat or a fox.

It could even be Owen's own imagination.

Either way it was probably nothing to worry about.

He doubted a fox would see him as an easy meal anyway.

Owen yawned and was about to turn around when he heard yet another rustling noise coming from the same bush.

Ok... now Owen was a little worried.

Pulling out his bow, Owen pointed an arrow at the bush.

He didn't say anything, he only focused on making sure that whatever was in that bush, knew that he knew it was there, and that he wasn't afraid to shoot.

Which in hind sight might've been a bad idea as something or someone grabbed him from behind, putting a disgusting hand over his mouth to keep Owen from screaming, while another figure tied him up with rope, and blindfolded him before shoving Owen inside what must've been a leather sack.

"Mmmfph!" Owen shouted, he had dropped his bow, not that it would be much use since he was tied up and in a literal bag.

"Jeez, can't you knock him out or whatever!?" A gruff voice asked irritably.

"You heard when he said we can't risk him dying!" A second voice argued

"It could only be a light tap to the head to get him to shut up!"

"Both of you will be the ones that screw us over if you keep shouting" a third female voice hissed angrily.

The two other voices agreed, although it seemed a bit begrudging if you asked Owen.

They dragged Owen along the ground for what felt like hours, and Owen was starting to think that they'd stop when he suffocated due to the lack of oxygen.

But unfortunately that wasn't the case.

Owen was very much alive when his head thumped on the ground.

"Did you get him?" A chillingly familiar voice that sent Owen into a paralyzed state asked.

"Yes sir general sir!" The three chanted in unison.

"Good, now get me the other two. Make sure to use obsidian for the girl."

Other two...