By the way, Sturge'dys Black is the most feared pirate that anyone has ever met. If you are a slave to him, you most likely die within three weeks. ~Willow Treaty
I have nothing to say at this moment but you will probably hear from me after the chapter. I'm sorry if I take so long with adding new chapters. I write these during lunch and after school. It is FREEZING in the lunchroom! Anyways, hope you liked it so far! Oh and BTW they know that her name is Willow I just couldn't figure out how to add that into the story.
It has only been a week. Will showed her the many weapons that the rangers use, but she said that she already knew how to use them. He looked at her. "Can you demonstrate to me how well you can use each of these?" She looked back at him. "Yes. I can also split your arrow in half it it gets in my way." Will shrugged and shot an arrow, getting a perfect bulls eye. She looked at him with an irritated look. He smiled. "If you can demonstrate to me that you can really 'split my arrow in half', then I will let you sing to me tonight." She looked from the arrow to him, smiling wide.
It was a really disturbing smile, he thought. It was a mixture of happy and 'you don't know what is coming'. He shook his head as she lifted her bow, arrow nocked. In less time than Will could say anything she let go of the string, letting the arrow fly off into the air. Will looked at her like she was crazy. "Why did you do that? It went way off target." She looked at him distractedly. "Not if you shoot it right."
Before Will could speak, she dropped to the ground, springing back up with her hands and kicking Horace in the ribs. He stumbled and she grabbed his shield, using it to deflect the arrow coming strait towards them. It hit the shield and flew towards the target, hitting dead center and splitting Will's arrow in half. The two boys stared wide eyed at the split arrow then looked back at her.
"Wow Willow. That, that was something!" Horace exclaimed, rubbing his now bruised ribs. She beamed and looked at Will. "Can I now?" She asked. He shook his head. "You can do it when we invite Horace over for dinner tonight." She nodded and started to walk away when Will's voice stopped her. "And gather some firewood will you?" She looked at him and nodded, changing her course towards the trees. Horace glanced at Will as she disappeared into the forest. "And what is this IT you were speaking of?" Will smiled. "You'll know when the time comes."
Will set down the plates in front of Horace and Willow. Horace's was bigger than both of theirs. Willow's was smaller than Will's. She looked out of the small window and watched as a bird landed on the sill, just in front of her. It looked at her as if saying, Can I have some of that? She looked down at her untouched food, then at Will and Horace. The two were chatting as if she was never there. Grabbing a piece of her food, she laid it on the sill in front of the bird. It picked it up eagerly and flew off, Thank you. She shook her head and turned back to her food. She looked away, not hungry. Standing up, Willow crosses the room to a portrait of the sea. It was her favorite because of the colors. She chose the prettiest color of blue she could find and quickly changed the color of one eye.
She glanced at the two boys and walked out the front door. It was dark, but she felt at home. She shifted her form and became a quetzal. She immediately called out to Will, signaling that she would be back. He acknowledged the signal with his own. When she heard his signal, she took off into the night sky.
About thirty minutes went past before she heard Will's call for her to come back. She spread out her wings and flew towards the window, circling the living room and touching the wall as she shifted back to her human form. A few seconds later, a picture of a quetzal was engraved in the wood, its colors shimmering. Horace looked at Will, astonished. Will merely shrugged and motioned for her to join them. "You should see the one she put in her room." Will said as Willow walked towards them.
Horace arched his brow, in a failed attempt to mimic Will and Halt's favorite expression. She smiled at him. Will decided to finally tell Horace what was going on. "Horace. We made a deal and I said that if she is able to split my arrow, she could sing for us." Horace opened his mouth to argue but Will stopped him. "She has agreed to do nothing that will affect you in any way." He said quickly. Horace relaxed a bit but stayed on guard.
They motioned for her to start and she hesitated. Racking her brain, she found the perfect one. "This is a song my mother would sing to my friend and I before we slept." Will nodded and she took in a deep breath. One look at the two that were watching her and she began singing.
"Come little children
I'll take thee away, Into a land
Of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden
Of shadows
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and
The sorrows
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and
Passions
Hush now dear children
It must be this way
Too weary of life and
Deceptions
Rest now my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm and
The quiet
*Woos*
Come little children
I'll take thee away, Into a land
Of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden
Of shadows"
She stopped, looking at the two. They just looked at her, as if they were unable to move. Her face paled. Did she do something to them?
I was listening to Come Little Children. Just so you know. ~Willow Treaty
