(A/N): Hello! So years ago, i posted this on Wattpad. It's not the best, in short, hehe. However, I am still making them and thought it would be good to post them on here too. Hope you enjoy, RR! :)

I Have Chocolate!

Will was devious. Never before had he managed to get such a thing past Halt. He didn't know it was possible. His mentor was always reading his mind, knowing when something was up. Will finally found out how to get past Halts predictions: Just simply don't act like anything is different.

It was Sunday; Wills day off. Usually, he would go and visit Alyss, Horace, Jenny, and George all day. The only different thing was that Gilan was visiting, so it would be hard to get away. He usually wouldn't mind missing a Sunday away from his friends... but this time was different. He needed to do something.

His fiber being could simply not survive with out accomplishing this, so naturally, he would do it. Will didn't care what it took. He would tell Halt and Gilan he had a date, for all he cared. He needed to get into town.

Once Will woke up, he hastily put on his clothes. Today was going to be magnificent, he thought. Although, it was also going to be dangerous. Will could hear Halt making breakfast and Gilan chatting eccentrically. He timidly walked out of his room and entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Will!" greeted Gilan.

Will smiled and sat down then replied, "morning."

Gilan smiled then began eating his food. Will got some food as well, and ate. He was tempted to hurry and wolf down his food, but he knew that was a fatal mistake. He couldn't afford to give himself away.

Halt cursed as he got to making coffee, looking into the jar where it was located.

"The coffee is just about out. we'll have to get more today."

Will frowned. The fact that there was barely any coffee left could meddle with his plan. He decided to shrug that off. Gilan might just pay for it.

--Half-an-hour Later--

Halt and Gilan finally left for castle Redmont. Will waved to them as they rode off on Blaze and Abelard. As soon as they were out of sight, he ran back into the cabin. Everything sees to be going his way. He instantly made his way into the kitchen, opening the cabinet. Inside this cabinet were many jars, labelled with many spices and condiments. The jar that Will was after was labelled 'Coffee Money.' He grabbed the jar, emptied the contents into his purse, and ran off to the stables.

This was the day. This was the day he'd finally taste the delicious richness of chocolate. Nothing could stop him now.

Alyss, Horace, Jenny, and George sat underneath a tree on a hill. They were chatting kindly as Jenny served them some tarts. There was only one person missing. Will seemed to be taking a while to make an appearance. Nobody seemed to dwell on his absence so much, however. They knew that he'd either show up or not show up.

Wills absence was short lived. He finally rode Tug up to the hill and dismounted. Everyone smiled at him and greeted him kindly. Will seemed to be pretty happy himself, for he had a huge wide grin spread across his face. He stood there next to Tug, smiling at his companions.

"Hey Will! What took you?" asked Horace.

If possible, Will smiled wider. Everyone waited for his answer, genuinely curious about what he had to say. Will slowly reached into his cloak, pulling out something small, rectangular, and packaged.

"What is that?" Asked Alyss.

"I have chocolate!" Yelled Will, excitedly back. If only he would have known that was a big mistake. Chocolate was a huge rarity in Araulen. Only royalty could seldom obtain such a delicacy. Everyone would do anything to get chocolate in their mouths.

The groups eyes got as wide as golf balls. Wills smile fell. Why were they looking at him like that? Naturally, he realized why almost too late.

There was a roar of laughs, of glee. The throng began running, running for the one thing they could ever wish for at the moment. Chocolate.

Will yelled. He had to get away fast, or his chocolate would all be gone.

He turned away and ran, everyone following suit. He probably should not have told them that he was holding what he was, to saved himself much turmoil. Will ran and ran, closely followed by his companions. He tried to outrun them, or to at least tire them out... but he didn't seem able to. They were too desperate.

Will ran to the direction of the cabin in the woods. He didn't think that Halt and Gilan were home, so he could lock himself into his room. That was his only chance. Looking back, he realized that he left Tug behind. He cursed. He could have lost them already if he had him! But of coarse, karma had a way of working against Will. He was more close to the cabin than he was to the tree on the hill. He ran and ran, coming closer and closer...

Halt and Gilan reined their horses, and placed them in the stable. Will was not there, seeing as Tug wasn't.

They walked inside as Gilan went to make some coffee. It had been exhausting talking to Baron Arald about 'official' business.

Halt made himself at home, sitting on his chair next to the fire place.

"Hallllttt...?" Gilan called from the kitchen.

"Yes, Gilan?" Halt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"There's no more coffee."

"Go and get more."

"Okay!"

Gilan went to get the Coffee Money jar, opened it and...

"Halt, is this the jar?" He called again.

"No, there's only money in there," Halt replied sarcastically.

"Well, it's labelled 'coffee money'... but there is not money in here."

Halt sighed. Why did he have to do everything? He got up and walked over to the kitchen. "Let me see." He grabbed for the jar, only seeing emptiness. Instantly, Halt tensed. Where had his money gone? There was enough in there to be able to buy three bags of coffee. Now it was all gone? Halt wasn't really sure what to think, until he looked out the window.

"Something smells of Will," He stated darkly. Gilan shifted uneasily on his feet, not enjoying Halts apparent...murderous countenance.

"What? why?" The younger man asked.

"Look out the window," Halt replied, calmly, but dangerously.

Gilan did as he was told. He looked out the window, and... Will! He was running... from his friends? He looked to see why Will was running, then saw the rectangular package in his hand, labelled...

"He bought chocolate?!"

"Obviously."

Halt stormed outside, Gilan following. Gilan couldn't help but cringe at what punishment was going to await Will. Halt, however, was merciless. Then Halt stopped. "Gilan..."

"Yes?"

"Get the ropes."

"Are y --"

"Yes."

And Gilan got the ropes.

It was nighttime now in Redmont. It was also cold and damp. Will was forced to stay in the stables, though, despite the conditions. He was not just sitting there. He was tied to the wall, hands and feet, spread apart. He could not really move, nor did he want to. He was awfully sore. It hurt. But the thing that hurt him most was the chocolate. Sitting right in his sight, on the middle of the stable floor. Halt had decided that it would be 'best' for Will to enjoy what he bought with the coffee money. It was extraordinarily cruel that he was not allowed to touch it, let alone eat it.

It was his chocolate, right in front of him. So close, and yet so far.

Nobody could really cross Halt, could they?