Yes! Finally! A new chapter! Sorry about the long wait, but Track had started kept me busy on weekends and afternoons. That and the combination of homework my teachers were giving me left me very little time for writing. But none the less here is the new chapter! (Oh, by the way, I am very sorry if I get any kind of information wrong. I had to guess several times in the information. This includes the 30 years later thing. I am not all at sure if this is too little time passed by. But I'm guessing that it is about right. I was aiming for this to be about a year or so after the Lost Stories take place. )

30 years later...

Halt sat in front of his cabin, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. He was planning on heading out to one of the more remote farms in Redmont, settled at least a two hours ride from Redmont Castle. There hadn't really been anything out of the ordinary there, but none the less, something had managed to catch Halt's attention.

At the previous Ranger Gathering, the Ranger of Caraway had spoken to him about an occurrence that had happened thirty-something years ago shortly after the battle at Hackham Heath. A man had come to him asking about a Ranger who had helped to lead the battle. The man had been injured and carried a jagged Wargal sword at his side.

The reason Caraway's Ranger had even bothered to bring this up was due to the fact that he had told the man Halt's name and had been curious to know if the man had ever found Halt. Now Halt was curious and had recently heard about someone living several hours away from Redmont Castle who held absolutely no fear of Rangers and was rumored to be a crazy and frightening man. Halt didn't truly believe that it was the same man who had spoken to Caraway's Ranger, but he was curious to see what this man was like.

Halt finished his coffee and stood to saddle Abelard and head out. Soon he was on the road, traveling in silence. In about two hours time, he spotted smoke rising into the air from a chimney. The small farm itself appeared into view several minutes later.

The farm itself was rather small and looked practically abandoned. Two horses were grazing in a nearby pasture. One was a big bay work horse, the other was a small black Arabian. The horses both raised their heads as Halt and Abelard approached, watching them with wary eyes. The bay soon returned to grazing having decided that Halt poised no threat. Halt surveyed the rest of the farm for any other signs of life. Off to one side the farmhouse as a small garden. It held the only plants that looked taken care of. The rest of the farm land as either overgrown or devoid of any vegetation at all.

Halt reined Abelard to a stop in front of the home. He dismounted and walked up to the door. The sound of someone moving around could be heard through the door. Halt knocked on the door and instantly all movement stopped. After several minutes of waiting, Halt knocked again. This time he only waited several seconds before the door opened. Halt held back a look of surprise.

The man that now stood before him bore an uncanny resemblance to Will. He had the same brown hair and light brown eyes, although he was a good deal taller than Will. Despite the obvious resemblance, the similarities seemed to end there. This man had a wild look to him. His hair was shaggy and unkempt. There were dark shadows under his alert brown eyes. All in all, the man looked ready to flee at any moment. His eyes met Halt's dark gaze evenly, a look of relative surprise outlining his features.

"A Ranger? What can I do for you?"

Halt hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I heard a rumor that you were asking around about Rangers."

The man let out a short bark of laughter. Although the sound held no humor. "No need to concern yourself Ranger. I no longer care. All of my hopes were shattered long ago."

His words left Halt confused. "What do you mean?"

"The war took everything from me," As he spoke, the man's eyes grew sorrowful and dark. "I lost everything I cared about. My wife is dead...and my son..." The man's voice broke. When he spoke again, his voice was soft. "My son... he's, he's dead too."

The man stepped farther back into his home. Through the doorway, Halt could see the soft glow of a fire and could make out the jagged edge of a sword hanging above the fireplace.

Halt turned to leave before a question popped into his head. "What's your name?"

"Daniel."

Halt merely nodded and turned away. As he was walking away, he heard the soft click of the door shutting. He remounted Abelard and slowly began the journey back to Redmont. There was no way that it was mere coincidence. But then again, it just wasn't possible. Daniel had died in the battle of Hackham Heath. That man couldn't possibly have been the same one. But there also were the other factors to consider. The man bore an uncanny resemblance to Will, he was around the same height and build of Will's father, had a Wargal sword in his possession, and even had a similar past. Was there really any way that is was all coincidence?

Halt stopped Abelard and headed back the way he had come. If there was even the slightest possibility that that man was Will's father, then Halt would find out. Halt dismounted and sat motionless at the edge of the farm, trusting his cloak to conceal him.

3rd Person- Daniel

Daniel sat in front of the fireplace staring blanking into the fire. He had finally said it aloud. After all these years he had finally admitted it. Will was as good as gone. He was never going to find him and it had been stupid of him to ever have believed that he could find his son. But now, he had finally admitted it and said it aloud and to a Ranger of all people. Daniel finally had to accept that he had no family left. At least outside of his animals. Without his horses, Daniel was sure he would truly go insane.

Daniel took in deep breath and stood. Going outside to see his horses always helped him get his mind off his missing family. He made his way out the door and over to the horse pasture. As he neared it, he whistled lowly.

The black Arabian instantly trotted over to where Daniel stood and shoved his head into Daniel's side. Daniel smiled softly and rubbed the center of the horses forehead.

"Well hello to you too Spar."

Spar nickered softly in response. By this point in time, the bay work horse had also moved to join Daniel by the fence and snorted once to draw attention.

Daniel smiled and scratched under the horses chin.

"It's good to see you too, Caber."

Caber snorted and tossed his head, lightly butting Daniel's arm. Spar snorted and lightly nipped Daniel's shirt in an attempt to draw Daniel's attention back to him.

"Would you two stop?" Daniel said with a laugh, as he watched the two horses fight over attention. "You're worse than dogs."

Spar stopped and slowly drew his gaze to Daniel, his big brown eyes holding a look of pure innocence. Caber too, soon copied the look and stood there motionless aside from the occasional swish of a tail.

Daniel began grooming the two horses, all the while talking softly to them. He spoke lovingly of his wife and child, explaining the traits he had noticed in them and what he missed most. Daniel than went on to talk about the Ranger's short visit early and how it had been years since he had even asked a single question about a Ranger.

By the time Daniel returned to his house, it was dark outside. He quickly made a meal and went to bed. As he lay in his bed, his thoughts returned to wife and child and he thought of the happier times before falling asleep.

Daniel stood in the kitchen of his farmhouse with his wife. She was smiling as she cradled Will in her arms.

"He has your eyes you know." She said softly, her eyes never leaving Will's sleeping form.

Daniel smiled. "Yes, but he has your remarkable intelligence."

"Oh really?" She lifted her gaze to meet Daniels.

"Oh yes. God help us if he ends up like me." Daniel grinned mischievously.

"And what's wrong with being you?"

"Well, Araine, maybe because I'm too stubborn to admit when I'm wrong and don't know when to quit."

Araine laughed softly. "You can say that again Daniel."

Daniel moved over to where Araine stood and wrapped her into a hug. "You know, I think he'll do great things some day."

Araine smiled lovingly. "That he will, Daniel, that he will."

Daniel slowly blinked open his eyes, trying his best to hold back the tears. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and continue that dream. That wonderful dream. He exhaled slowly and turned over onto his side. Oh Will, where are you?

Done! It's a huge relief to finally finish this chapter. Plus I already have a head start on the next one! Anyways, I found a song that I for one, think kind of fits Daniel situation. It's Hymn For The Missing by Red. Anyways, thanks for reading. ~ Secrets Of The Moonlight.