This is my first real fanfiction on . It is about Crowley's apprenticeship. Hope you like it! Read and review!
Crowley Meratyn moved quietly toward the white-haired man. He didn't know who it was. But fifteen-year-old Crowley's sense of adventure had been awakened, and he was going to follow it.
The man moved toward a stream, where he refilled his water canteen. The thought crossed his mind that his family would be wondering where he was. Crowley pushed the thought aside.
The man sat down, legs crossed, and began to eat. He said, in a conversational tone, "Come on out, Crowley."
The red-haired boy started. "How did you know I was there?" he asked.
"You weren't exactly silent," the man told him. "I'm Pritchard, of the Ranger Corps."
"Hello," said Crowley. "How did you know my name?"
"I know a lot of things," Pritchard said.
"I want to be a Ranger!' Crowley burst out. The Rangers had always held a sense of mystery for him, but he was never frightened like many other country folk.
Well, maybe a little, he admitted.
Pritchard raised one eyebrow. "Becoming a Ranger is a big commitment," he said.
"I can do it." I have to!
"If you're sure..." Pritchard aid. Then, with lightning speed, his hand flashed out. Crowley flinched as a knife buried itself in the wood of a pine next to him.
"It's hard, becoming a Ranger," said Pritchard, cleaning up his food. "Toss me that knife, would you?"
Crowley hesitated, then pulled out the knife. It was big, almost a short sword. "Are you sure?' he asked.
Pritchard smiled cheerfully. "I'm sure," he said. Crowley threw the knife in his general direction.
Pritchard leaned back and caught it. Crowley's jaw dropped. "how did you do that?" he asked.
"I'm a Ranger," Pritchard told him. "We have skills. If you want to be a Ranger, come with me."