I own nothing, everyone belongs to John Flanagan! :3
"Wait, Halt!" I turn around at the sound of Crowley's voice. I has thought about ignoring him, but it was too late.
"What Crowley?" I ask.
He sat awkwardly on Cropper, then started. "Your um, your silver oakleaf, you know…"
Oh, do I know. I slowly take it off, and watch it dangle for a few seconds, then placed it into Crowley's hands.
"Why did you do it?" Crowley whispered.
"I had to." I whispered back.
*Imma line break*
I feel empty, like there's a huge rain cloud hanging over my head. I feel like there's a stone in my stomach. I don't know why. Unconsciously I reach up for my oakleaf, and remember that it's not there.
"Halt, you ok?" Horace asked.
"Of course I am. Why would I not be?" I snap.
"Well, you did just get… banished." Horace said, clearly uneasy. I grunt. I do know one thing for sure.
I can't wait to get my oakleaf back.
*Imma line break*
This was set in book 3, The Icebound Land just after Halt got banished.
So, I got this idea because, well, I lost my own silver oakleaf. I literally cried. In the middle of school. I went home early, and I didn't even have time to search the lost and found for it. If the school people had just listened…
Oh, you didn't know that I has a silver oakleaf? Of course I do, I'm Ranger 26! Well, I was... I don't think you can be a Ranger if you lose your oakleaf. *Sniffs* Well, until next time.
~Wisper
Note: I will not be signing out as Wisper Ranger 26 until I get my silver oakleaf back. *Sniffs again*