Will had always been strong.
He was a hero in multiple countries.
He had so many friends.
But all that was a lie.
He was tossed away like an old rag too worn for work.
After all, he was just a pitiful orphan.
He couldn't help but feel upset when his "friends" ignored and neglected him.
It tore his heart in two when Alyss broke up with him.
And it killed him when Halt hated him.
He was relieved when the country forgot about him, he was a Ranger and Rangers stayed in the shadows.
He was glad when people stopped recognising him and showered praise upon praise on him.
And he was happy when he wasn't told to go on missions as often, it gave him time to relax.
As a Ranger he had to be prepared at all times.
Not many things got by him.
In fact, he could rarely be suprised.
He knew many things.
He knew that he no longer knew anyone besides Tug he could call a friend.
And he knew he was no longer wanted.
Will pondered over these things as he lay there dying in Malcoms hut, where Tug had dragged him.
Malcom hadn't been there, but his followers were.
They knew what it felt like to be abandoned by the only family you've ever known.
But they did not have the skill needed to save him.
But for once in his horrible, short life, Will was felt peaceful.
For he would see his real family again.
He knew that no one but Malcoms many followers would remember him
And he was okay with that.
Because Rangers had always belonged in the background.
I just read a couple of books from Rangers Apprentice and this depressing one-shot came to mind. Constructive criticism please all other flames will be used for roasting marshmallows.