This is my first story so please review and criticise XD. By the way Ranger's apprentice is in no way my idea and it all belongs to John Flanagan. But the idea of this story is mine. ( ^_^ )
"Will, for the millionth time, will you stop pacing?" Halt's brusque voice resonated around the small cabin. A young man with curly brown hair looked up. Although he was in his twenties, there was an air of solemness and calm that made him an intimidating figure. But today that calm seemed to have deserted him completely.
"I can't stop it Halt! Why can't I just go in there?" Will looked up with pleading eyes at his former master. Like Halt, he was part of the Ranger Corps, an Araluen organisation of people that had been through arduous training to achieve perfect aim with the long bow and planning skills of any experienced strategist.
"Will, she'll be fine. Now will you stop pacing?" a young man about Will's age looked at Will sagely before laughing. He was strongly built, the kind of man that could bash at the enemy all day without getting tired. Will gave him an anguished look before pacing even faster and harder.
"Tell me Horace, who was the person that had paced all around while it was Evanlyn's turn?" Halt arched an eyebrow at Horace and he grinned sheepishly.
A piercing cry sounded through the timber walls of the cabin. Will stiffened and sat down before standing up and pacing again. Lady Pauline, Halt's wife, rushed out of the room and looked at Will. He was like a son to her and to see him so anguished made her heart ache. But business was business and she told him the news in a prompt way.
"Will, Alyss is weak but doing well. She's lost a lot of blood though. We might even have to bring Malcolm in afterwards. The healer says she'll live though". At the last sentence, Will collapsed into a heap on to the floor.
Halt rolled his eyes at this. "Honestly Will, are you a man or a useless puddle?" he asked in a sardonic voice. Horace laughed but quickly turned it into a cough. Lady Pauline glared at her husband, he would need reprimanding later. Halt caught the look he got and stopped laughing.
"But Halt, how can I not be nervous when Alyss is giving birth?" Will asked.
Halt shrugged and took a quick glance at his wife before saying in his usual sarcastic tone, "You could stop pacing."
Halt rubbed his stubbled cheek. Even hours after when he had been slapped by Lady Pauline, it still hurt. He stood up, rubbing his backside. It was sore from sitting on the hard wooden benches in the wooden cabin. He looked outside. The sky was being by threads of violet and the sun dipped down below the horizon. He had been sitting for hours.
"Will, could you stop pacing?" Will ignored him and paced even harder and faster. Horace's snores resonated throughout the cabin. Suddenly, Lady Pauline's slim figure walked out into the room.
"Will, she's done." Lady Pauline held on to Will's hand like a mother to a toddler and led him into the room. Will paled and stood up, trying to pay no attention to the amused faces Halt was making. You were the one who was slapped he thought.
Alyss was pale and sickly, but to Will, she looked the most beautiful he had ever seen her. Her arms were around two bundles. She had hardly looked at him since he had entered the room and he realized what she was looking at. The world seemed to spin around him.
"Meet your twins, Will"