Please be aware that some characters and incidents in this story were inspired by other movies.
This is my first fanfic so please read and give me your feed back!
When Will's mother died, she promised she'd send an angel to come to Will. To watch over him, protect him, and guide him. Although there have been some odd angels that were sent to guard people, none were stranger than Callie Caldwell. Will never even considered the possibility of her being the angel his mother promised until one day, when he was all grown up, when a friend pointed it out to him.
After Mrs. Turner died, Will had two choices. One was to stay in England, live in an orphanage until he was able to support himself. Or move to the thirteen colonies to live with two distant uncles that were complete strangers to him. For as long as he could remember, horror stories were told about the children who were sent to live in the orphanage. One kid was said to have been so bad, they locked him in a cold cellar for three days straight, and once they let him come out he had lost his mind. Another kid had to share a room with the oversized lunch lady who would steal hairs and skin flakes from him as he slept to thicken the food she'd serve.
Will didn't exactly know what his two uncles would be like, however he picked to go live with them anyway. They could end up being Vikings and it still would be better than living in that orphanage. Will's mother was a highly religious woman, who dedicated her life to the church, except for the half that didn't have Will occupying it already. Once the church found out about Mrs. Turner's death, they gave her a special funeral, plus a special plot of land in the cemetery for her body to rest. Along with that they paid for Will's fare to the thirteen colonies.
Will's uncles, Tim and Gavin Forman met Will at the Charlestown port. With just one look at them, Will almost wished he'd stayed in England. They were both old and sour looking. Uncle Gavin was tall and skinny, with a pair of glasses hanging just of the edge of his nose with droopy skin under it. Uncle Time was shorter, but stronger looking. His skin wasn't as saggy, but he had a fouler look on his face than Uncle Gavin.
"You the boy?" Uncle Tim grunted at Will. Will nodded slightly, ignoring his bad grammar.
"You're late, grab your stuff and get in the coach." Uncle Tim said as he turned back towards the coach.
The ride into town was long and quiet. Tim and Gavin didn't talk much, even to each other. It took an entire day to get into town, seeing at though they only had one horse pulling the carriage. More than a day in fact, it was dawn when they got into town. Will was just dozing off at that moment when the first sight of something interesting caught his eye. Just a little off the side of the road lay a barrel anchored with big rocks on either side, with a long board leaning against it on top. A little red haired girl sat backwards on one end of the board while the other end stood up in the air. She kept looking up at the tree, which had a boy sitting up in it.
"Jump! Jump! It'll be fun!" She kept saying to him. Will was confused at their motives at first, then realized what they meant to do once the coach started going over the bridge. The girl meant for the boy to catapult her into the river just a few feet away from them. The girl glanced at the coach only for a second before looking back up the tree.
"Jump! Jump!" The girl called again. Her eyes went back to the carriage, at Will in particular, and she smiled slightly.
"I hope she breaks something and drowns." Tim muttered to Gavin.
"I'm sure she'll break something, but I don't think we're lucky enough to have her drown." Gavin muttered back. Will leaned farther out of the window as the two shrunk further and further in the distance.
"Sit back down boy!" Tim barked, "You wanna fall out of the damn carriage?" Will abruptly pulled himself back into the seat.
Uncle Tim and Gavin Forman lived in a small town half a day away from Charlestown. It was called Willows Bend, although not many people know that. It was a very quiet town, with less than seventy people residing in it. Tim and Gavin lived just on the edges of Willows Bend. Their house was old and worn out. It was covered with vines that were not taken care of, and the entire property was surrounded by willow trees, thus explaining the town's name. They stopped in front of the porch steps and both of them lazily slumped out of the carriage, leaving Will trailing behind, lugging his stuff behind them. The room they gave Will was in the tallest part of the house. From outside it looked like a tower almost. When Will took a seat on the bed a wave of dust flew out from it. However Will was so tired from the long trip he didn't seem to care. He let his body go completely limp as he let himself lay down on the bed. He woke up around maybe four in the afternoon, but that was only because he could hear gunshots and yells coming from outside. Will looked out his window and saw the cause of his uncle's outrage. The red haired girl he had seen earlier was leisurely strutting just outside their property.
"Callie Caldwell, you little rat, you come near that fence again and you'll be walking home without a head!" Gavin called at her.
"I'm just taking a walk. On public property, not yours." She said coolly, as she continued to pace along their fence. She mockingly placed a hand out over the fence and started to inch it closer to the fence. Both Tim and Gavin raised their rifles.
"You better get your little behind out of here, before you lose it." Tim said warningly.
"I'll leave when I'm good and ready." She stated. She took a step away from the fence and sighed contently. She stretched her arms out above her head and groaned. Tim and Gavin never took their angry glares off her. She smiled sweetly and turned around to walk away. Both of the started to lower their guns, but quickly raised them when she whirled around again.
"This has nothing to do with you, I'm ready." She said as she resumed to walking away.