Will couldn't breath
All he could feel was pain. He was drowning in pain. Three days of torture, literally TORTURE. 55 whip lashes burned on his chest, causing his breath to be ragged and unsteady. His cheek was busted with bruises from heavy ringed punches. He was numb with pain
It had been three days since Morgrath's son had found him. Luxor sent 12 wargals after the young Ranger. Will was on his routine check around Redmont fief and he was ambushed and knocked out. When he came to, he was in Luxor's throne room, which was apparently in an underground fortress. The evil man had killed an innocent Celtic man in front of Will's face.
He was then sent to a small arena, where he was hunted. Will has armed with nothing but his throwing knife, a virtual murder. Will had nowhere to hide, except for a shrub in the middle of the arena. Two giant men with thick whips jumped him and whipped him until he lost consciousness. He was left there for the rest of the day, till the sun set. After that he was thrown into a cell where they fed him little food and water. Then he was tied to the very tree he was tied to now.
This was his schedule for three days, and Will was now ready to die. He closed his eyes briefly and thought about Halt and his beloved wife, Alyss. He thought about Horace, his best friend and and Cassandra. He thought about all the adventures that he had with them, and silent tears ran down his cheeks.
"I love you all" he whispered.
"So sweet" a voice behind him very close and very familiar said," now let's get out of here"
It was Halt