Here's #3, though it took me awhile to come up with it. Hope that it isn't horrible.


3. Light

Gilan sat on the porch of his house during the storm. He had just turned fifteen, and his father was certaintly excited about Gilan going to batleschool. But Gilan wasn't sure that he wanted to do that.

Ever since he was old enough to weild a sword, Gilan's father had been training him. Then, he had went to the lessons. Gilan was good with a sword, better than most, but he wasn't sure that he was cut out to be a knight.

Gilan had been eleven when he first saw the ranger. He had followed him, all the way to his cabin, far in the woods. Gilan supposed that he should have been worried about getting back out of the woods, but that problem didn't occur to him. Needless to say, it had been an uncomfortable walk back out of the woods.

Ever since then, Gilan had been watching the ranger carefully. He had once asked his father about the rangers, but his father didn't know enough for Gilan.

Gilan knew that he wanted to become a ranger. But, his father wanted him to be a knight.

Gilan sighed. He had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Just then, a bolt of lightening illuminated the ground, only a few meters away from where Gilan was sitting. Gilan should've felt scared, but that wasn't even close to what he was feeling. He suddendly knew exactly what to do.

He got up, and went inside to tell his father his decision.

-Two months later-

Gilan walked slowly through the woods, more sore than he could ever remember being. He relished the feel of the rain on his skin, but it didn't help the pain much. He was on one of his only breaks that he had had since he began his apprenticeship. He began to have second thoughts about whether he had made the right choice.

Suddenly, a bright flash of lightening illuminated the sky, leaving almost as soon as it came.

As the forest darkened, Gilan remembered the day when he made his decision.

He turned and made his way back to the cabin.


Light. This was the best idea that I had, the most writable one, too.

-MEEEE