The Two Little Orphans
Disclaimer: I don't own RA.
AN: Hey, no stories with Will and Sean! My first AU.
Will squeezed himself out from the small, rocky tunnel and whipped around. Red-faced and panting as he watched the rocks fall, he let out a keening wail as he mourned the deaths of his mentor and friends. The townspeople, having already left long ago, had dispersed.
After about a half-hour, Will, tears rolling down his cheeks, forced himself up onto shaky knees and stumbled over to his party's horses. Tug's eyes brightened at the sight of his master, while Kicker and Abelard, seeing no sign of their riders, slumped. Kicker reared and whinnied once, then bowed his head, while Abelard wearily (although he had had time to rest) turned towards Will for his next command.
"Castle Macindaw," murmured Will, mounting Tug and taking Kicker's reins in hand. He would need to tell Gilan about the goings-on in his fief. Will sighed. Halt and Horace had been close to Gilan, too, and the death of an innocent life [Malcolm] would always be a sorrow.
The journey back was a quiet one, until they saw the boat.
Sean marched uncertainly through the streets of Clonmel, aware of the guards flanking his sides. He started to take longer and more relaxed strides at a whisper of one of the royal advisors, but he still felt like he should have been marching with them, around his uncle…his dead uncle. Most of them were close comrades, anyway.
The young king jumped back in shock as one of his guards went down by a flying frying pot. Said guard grunted in pain as he fell, concussed, but dropped so he would still block any shots for his king. The rest of the group stopped and took on defensive positions. They were the best knights in the kingdom. They could take anything-
-and then, of course, the village mobbed them.
"No!" came the shout from a dozen voices as what was left of the King's warriors. Sean watched in horror as his friends were stripped away. He felt like a coward, but he knew he would be dead along with the warriors if he stayed…so he fled.
The noble desperately hid behind buildings, horses, anything to hide himself from the suspicious peasants that had not found the body they sought.
He would not rest again for three days.
New chap up soon, hopefully!