After Separation

"Ready? On my mark, wait for it…wait for it…FIRE!" The arrows sped away from their bows heading for their targets. Precision laced with every shot, each of the horse riding Temujai's fell without caution on to the icy ground. Blood spurted from some while others faced broken limbs from the fall.

"SHIELDS!" Horace bellowed swinging his own up to protect the shorter friend beside him. A dozen thuds were heard as sharp headed arrows landed.

"Was that the last batch or is there more?" A feminine voice reached his ears from the barricade below him. He turned around startled at the sound of her voice, which was stupid really because he knew she would be there. How else was he supposed to know when his archers were ready to fire? She eyed him, a curious half smile playing across her lips. She was wearing a beautiful blue gown that landed at her feet and her hair cascaded down her back, honey golden and surreal to the eye.

"Wait Evanlyn when did your hair grow long I thought you had short hair?" Again another half-smile danced across her lips.

"Evanlyn who's she? My name is Cassandra. "

"Wait I don't understand." His thought process was groggy, clouding up his brain in an unhelpful way.

"I know, that's why we can never be together."

"What do you-?"

"Goodbye Will, I hope you have a good life."

"Wait come back" He tried to reach out to her in the barricade but her figure vanished with the oncoming mist, obscuring her from his view.

"Will, there's someone on the battle field it looks like a girl, where on earth did she come from?" Horace called out to him shaking him from his thoughts. He rushed over to see the commotion and the sight of obsidian hair confirmed his worst fears.

She looked up from the battlefield and made eye contact with him, even though his location was hidden.

"Don't forget me" Her silent sacrifice rang through his head before she hurled herself, weapon less on the first Temujai she could find.

"NO!" He screamed, flinging his arms out instinctively, however next thing he knew he was lying on the cold floor of his bedroom, sweat glazed over his body and his back bruised from writhing around on the stone ground.

"Will what happened?" His door opened and Halt's gruff voice reached out to him from the dark. "What is it? Was it an attacker?" Halt surveyed the room quickly yet nothing extraordinary seemed to be taking place. There was only one other logical explanation for the yells.

"Sorry Halt don't worry it was nothing." Will shrugged himself off and lay down on his bed again facing the other way so he didn't have to keep a composed mask on his face, he could let his emotions show without fear of getting caught. Halt paused, pained at the obvious lie his mentee was telling him.

"Will, if you need to talk-"

"Seriously I'm fine I fell off my bed that's all, now I need to get back to sleep if that's all right with you." He feigned the posture of exhaustion, feeling sickened with himself when in truth he felt more awake than ever before.

Halt watched him for a few moments before sighing quietly and shutting his apprentice's bedroom door. That was the second lie in three minutes. He wondered how many more lies he would have to endure before Will finally decided to open up and tell him the truth.

The moonlight shone through the open shutter in Will's room bathing him in a pearly white glow yet he never let Halt see the single tear that trickled down his face.

Hey guys I'm back! Hopefully you will like where this tale is headed any ways updates will be irregular as usual but hang in there we got there in the end.

Oakleaf Girl