Prologue
Will knew that it was necessary. Alyss, Halt, Gilan, and the others would understand. Hopefully.
What happens will happen, and there is nothing they will be able to do about it.
Will took one last look around the raging battle going on in front of him, and seeing that nobody was looking his way, he slid his saxe knife out of its sheath. He knew that there was pain to come, but it would all pay off in the end. Hopefully.
He lunged forward to the nearest enemy swordsman, and pretended to attack him. But all he really needed was the distraction. While the man spun around confusedly, he slashed across his front with the knife he was holding. Blood instantly began pouring out of the wound. It would look like the swordsman had injured him while spinning around, and that was exactly what he needed. He wouldn't actually die. Hopefully.
But as the world started to spin and his vision dimmed, he began to doubt.