Should I post the next chapter?

Here we go then:

Chapter One

Sky Really Needs Glasses

The Outlands, Eight Years Later

I walked up the dirt path to the camp with Sky close behind me. "Jason, you dropped a pelt," She said. I groaned and picked up the Quayzar pelt I had dropped.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I hated hunting duty. No food, no water, just the bright, hot sun and twenty pounds of meat and pelts.

"You're welcome!" Sky replied, optimistic as usual. She struck up a conversation I had heard a million times before as we kept shambling on and on.

"So, what was your reason for exile?" Sky asked.

"I don't want to talk about it, and shut up ‘cause you're disturbing the wildlife. We're on hunting duty, remember?" I replied angrily.

"OK, OK, jeez!" she mumbled behind me.

Suddenly, I heard a rustle in the bushes and saw a shadow run across a clearing. Sky drew one of her crossbows and set her eye to shooting mode. I drew out my bow and notched an arrow. "You see it too?" I asked.

"Yes, now as you said so plainly ‘Shut up!’" she replied angrily. She let her bolt fly first and it struck right in the leg of the thing.

"OW!" It yelled. Whoops. Apparently, it wasn't a wild animal. "What is wrong with you, Sky?" It said in a distinctly annoyed voice. "It'll take me ages to get this stupid bolt out!"

"Sorry, Irene!" Sky called out, the wind blowing her light brown hair around her face. "At least it wasn't poison tipped!" She yelled.

"Yeah, it might have well been for all the difference it would make! This is the second time this week!" Irene yelled back, crawling out from behind the brush.

I stifled a laugh and said "Come on, people there will be time to argue later!"

"Oh, Jason is that you?" Irene called out.

"Yeah, what were you doing back there anyway?" I asked.

"Uh...Gathering duty, I was pretty much done and was on my way to camp, when Sky here shot me in the leg!" Irene answered. I frowned. The Jorinsilk tribe was supposed to be on gathering duty.  

"Well, we were done too, so you can walk to camp with us if you want to," I said anyway.

"OK, sounds good to me! Seeing as I was going there anyway, of course."

I felt skeptical. "Where's your partner? Shouldn't he or she be with you?"

"Hey, guys!" A tanned figure with long black hair, brown eyes, and a lean-back posture crawled out of the brush behind Irene. "You talking about me?"

"Tony! Nice entrance, man," I said.

"Thanks, I was saving it for just the right moment," He replies. I smiled. Tony's nice to have around; he really knows how to lighten a mood. He had this kind of aura sort of thing that makes you want to crack a smile. That is, until he get ticked off. Then you don't want to be within ten miles of him. He’s… special that way. "We should probably get going, or we won't get there until nightfall," Irene reminded us.

"Good point," I agreed.

We set off down the path joking with each other as we walked. The girls hung behind and talked about their own stuff while Tony and I speculated on who would win the war games on Friday. "I don't think we can do it, you know," Tony said, "The Gunigs have a pretty good chance of winning,"

"I've been tinkering though, and you know when I tinker, Orinclap's chances go up!" I debated.

"Oh man, I can’t wait to see what it is," Tony said.

“It’s going to be a surprise for later!” I told him.

We walked along the path and slowly climbed down to the valley path the other Outlanders had set up years and years ago. Still talking, we walked down the path to the camp.