NB: I have only read the Ruins of Gorlan once, and that was finished all of yesterday... this may not be too great and its only my second fanfic, if I'm out of character, please tell me, oh, and if it weren't for one certain person (valentine142...) I would have read the Burning Bridge too, but no. Oh, and for all lovers of Will (including myself) watch out, because this is a really sad/mean story from Will's point of view... But here goes any way...
Will was in the small clearing in the forest, just behind Halt's cottage. He was practising shooting at different four different targets, aiming in different directions, at different heights; never letting two arrows hit the same target twice in a row. Halt had told him to fire each arrow in no more than 5 seconds, just before he had left for Castle Redmont.
Just as he emptied his quiver for the tenth time that morning, Will heard footsteps in the distance, coming his way. His Ranger training told him that there were three people, boys probably, coming towards him. As the figures came into view Will recognised their bright red coats as those of second year Battleschool apprentices.
The tall, well built blonde in the middle, stepped forwards, "Hello," said Will, "What can I do for you?"
"We're here on Battleschool business," said the blonde boy.
"Well, I'm afraid Halt's out on business right now; I can take a message for him if you want."
"No, we don't need to leave a message for Halt, it's not him we came to speak to, we want to talk to you."
"Yeh, it's you we've got a problem with, not the Ranger." This time it was ginger boy.
Will was confused, he'd never even seen these boys before, and somehow, they thought he had done some sort of misdeed!
Suddenly, Will noticed the tall blonde start to step forward, lifting the hessian sack he had folded over his arm. Sensing the attack, will surprised the boy by leaping forward, somersaulting in the air, and swiping his feet around, kicking the feet out from under the older boy. Surprised, Alda fell to meet the hard ground, stunned by the speed and agility of the young boy before him. He was truly angry now, before, he had just been out on a walk with his friends, searching for the little brat, but now, he was determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Will landed rolling out of his leap, trying to cushion himself from the fall. He may have been able to hold off the first attack, but there were 3 attackers and only one of him, he still had no arrows, and as Halt had told him before try not to kill the enemy, it might turn out to be more useful to have them alive and helpful, than dead and useless... Will was just starting to stand when the first blow hit, the impact from the long wooden cane across his shoulders was enough to send Will sprawling on the floor, face first and defenceless.
Then came a solid stream of blows across his shoulders, back and head. By this time, the other 2 Battleschool apprentices had joined the ginger boy, the blonde eager for revenge of being floored by a boy at least 2 heads shorter than him, and much weaker.
Eventually, Will managed to roll himself over, putting himself in a better position to defend himself. Despite his hardest efforts, Will could not defend himself from the continuous onslaught of blows. His vision was starting to grey at the edges, and the welcoming darkness came to consume him, slowly at first, and then rushing in to meet him.
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