A/N: This is my first story, so don't judge it too harshly. Hope you enjoy.

Disclamer: I do not own Ranger's Apprentice or Halt's Peril.

Chapter 1

Halt was unconscious again! Horace sat back on his heals nervously. When would Will get back with Malcolm the healer? He was really late! He said he would get back after three days, and the fourth day was halfway through!

Halt began to toss and turn. Horace reached over and soothed him. "Shh Halt. It's okay. Will's going to get back with the healer. It's alright. Shh."

Halt opened his eyes. "Horace?"

Horace let go a huge breath that had been pent up in side of him when Halt woke. He had been worried that Halt wouldn't recognize him again, like Yesterday. When that had happened, Halt had woken up thinking that Horace was Crowley, the Ranger Corps. commandant. They had had this whole discussion with Horace having to pretend that he was Crowley. Halt had told him to take care of Will and… Horace!

"Horace? Is that you? Can you hear me? Where's Will? Did he go after Tennyson? Horace?"

Horace realized that Halt was scared. He was scared that he would die. Horace's eyes misted over. Then, he shook himself; This was Halt he was talking about. Halt, the brave friend. Halt, his best friends teacher. His teacher. Halt couldn't die! He just couldn't.

It would shatter Will's heart. And Will was his friend.

Horace reached out to Halt. "Yes Halt. It is me. I can hear you, and Will went for a healer."

Halt frowned. "A healer? Why'd he go for a healer?"

Horace hesitated, and then realized Halt had forgotten about the poison that was slowly working its way to his heart. "Uh, he went… for your… um… for your… arm injury."

Halt froze, and then said, "An arm injury? Oh no, oh NO!" He was looking at his arm, at the bandage that was there. Horace realized why. Of course, Halt was a ranger. Now he couldn't do anything that Rangers are meant to do. He couldn't fight, hide, shoot, or even walk! But he doesn't know that he can't walk. He doesn't know about the poison that Horace and Will had discovered.

Halt struggled to sit up, staring out into the distance. "My apprentice. My apprentice. My apprentice." He kept on muttering. Horace shoved him back down. Halt kept on struggling, and then he shoved Horace's hand away, and sat up.

Almost immediately, his face turned green and he swayed back and forth. Horace caught him right before he fell. Halt murmured something weakly.

"What?" said Horace.

"Will." Said Halt in a low voice, staring off into the distance. Horace sighed. It seemed that Halt's mind was starting to wander. Suddenly, Halt stiffened, took a deep breath, and yelled, "WILL!"

Horace looked, and started in surprise. Riding toward them at a gallop, were three riders! Then, when they got a bit closer, he could see that it was actually three horses, two riders!

Horace jumped up, waving his arms with glee. "Will, Will, Will, Will, Will, WILL!"

One of the riders stood up in the stirrups and waved to Horace.

It was Will.

A/N: btw-if you didn't understand it, because you didn't read the book, don't feel too surprised. Just get off my story and don't come back until you read the books. Thanks!
-Scribe