Chapter 2 continued continued etc.
It was him alright, or at least it was a centaur. If his story had been true then it could be no other centaur then the one that he had met in the woods yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that. How long had he been unconscious for? Boy was still face down on its back, but if he lifted his head a bit he could see the muscular arms and heroic posture. Or not so heroic, Boy thought, this centaur was a kidnapper, and most probably a liar too.
"Where are you taking me?" Boy coughed. There was no answer. They were definitely not supposed to be there, boy realised as the centaur anxiously looked over his shoulder.
"Keep quiet." He whispered at last. There was something in the urgency and nervousness of the centaur's voice that made Boy unable to talk. Magic, he told himself. So he had been lucky enough to find himself captured by a magician centaur, he had no idea where they were going, and the centaur was afraid of something.
Suddenly the centaur stopped, launching boy forwards so that he crashed into the beast's human torso. Then the great creature stood upon its hind legs, sending boy catapulting to the floor.
"Did you bring him to me?" Boy recognised the deep voice, that was neither his nor the centaurs, from a long time ago. Before he had come to this island.