Hey guys,

Yes, I am finally back again with a new story. This one is a story which is bugging me for so long, but at the same time it is extremly hard to write. Every part in straight letters is the present, everything done in italic is a seperate plot, it holds the story to how Will ended up where he is now.

Hope you'll like it.

-Elsforever-

Chapter 1

He couldn't see much in the dark, not that there was much to see. A filthy, dilapidated old wall, with cracks that looked like spider webs. It looked ready to collapse. Water lay in pools on the ground, coming up from little rivers from between the tiling. Will's hands were bound behind his back. He felt humiliated. He was bound with his own device, the thumb cuffs. A guard entered the cell, walking towards the huddled human. Will tried to look angry, but failed .He was too tired, and too much happened in a short amount of time. His secrets were revealed, they lay out in the open. He will have a lot of explaining to do. The man who had entered the dank cell removed the straps that were around his ankles, and pulled him roughly in a standing position. After a short bit of wobbling, the Ranger stood firm on his feet once again. Outside the door stood another guard, and together they brought the criminal—Will—to a big room.

Slowly and quietly Will snuck out of the house, sure to remain unseen. Halt was back in the cabin, so he had to put more effort in getting away. If Halt caught him, he would have to explain a lot, and Will didn't necessarily want to do that. As he got further away from the cabin, he sped up. Whoever would be in the forest—if there were any—wouldn't hear him. Will had a dark glint, full of determination, in his eyes.

They dropped him in a rickety wooden chair, which was rather comfortable. The room was warm, and the gentle flickering from the fire hit Will's eyes hard after being in the dark for quite some time. When he looked around again after his eyes adjusted, Will saw his mentor. Ashamed, he ducked his head, but his eyes were on the old man. Halt seemed to have aged a lot of years in just one night.

Slowly Will made his way through the trees, until the path became clearer again. Soon he stood in an empty spot in the forest. A perfect circle was visible. His companion had already arrived. A gentle fire was burning, it remained unseen because of all the fog and the thick cover of the trees. He didn't put down his hood, but he did grunt a hello. Will didn't necessarily like this man. He was just an underdog. Not that he liked the leader more, but it was more manageable to be in his presence.

"Why?" came the question, asked by a strained voice. Will didn't know how to react to this. In the end, after several moments thinking and going over the past events in his head, he settled with a short sentence.

"I had to."

The other man stood. He had a package in his hand, very casually. But the badly disguised smirk on his face meant nothing good for Will, he was sure of that, he had caught enough criminals to be familiar with them. Aodh wasn't a very pleasant man, and he was proud to be so. He enjoyed it, craved it. It was for that he joined Torradans little group. It had grown over the years, and they received quite some followers by now. He was still one of the inner followers, inside the inner circle. Slowly he walked towards the King's not-so-loyal Ranger, Will Treaty. Aodh had met with the man quite some times, and he knew he was dangerous. That's for sure.

An uncomfortable silence dawned upon the room. Neither of them knew what to say. Halt didn't know what he should make of this. Maybe Will truly had a reason. Maybe it wasn't really his choice.

Will stood still, arms crossed before his ribcage, seemingly unbothered by the fact that the enemy was walking around him. He looked like an animal ready to jump for his prey, and Will was the one being hunted.

"What do you want, Aodh?" He snapped. The only he reply he got was a feral smirk, lit up darkly by the flickering flames. That is, until Will got tired of the man and smacked him against a tree. Will had been trained a lot, with the infamous discipline known of a Ranger.

Now Will is back again in the cell, between water and dirt, He could feel it infect the wounds he had from being caught, ones that would leave scars for the rest of his life. It had been a rough fight, no one held back because of the old friendship. He had been caught by Crowley and Halt. The group Will had become a part of had been tough to eliminate, it still hasn't been squashed completely. Torradan is still in hiding, somewhere out there. Normally he and Halt would be searching for the criminal, like they had with Tennyson, the thought brought back bittersweet memories. Now they were both at Castle Araluen.

With fear lurking in the man's eyes, Will let him go. The pathetic human being, in seconds changed from being the confident, harsh man, to a begging creature, lay heaped on the ground. Will wouldn't kill him, he wasn't like that. There was also the fact he needed the man.

"I have a message for your master. I want to meet him again, I need a location." The other man nodded his head frightfully. Will started to walk away, but turned just before he disappeared in the shadows of the night. "Tell him I have information"

With that, Will vanished out of sight.

That was the first chapter, what do you think? Let me know what you thought, and what you think what will happen.