Omg! I'm so sorry this took so long to update, I promise it will never take this long again!
I am pretty sure there will only be one more chapter after this.
I hope you like it! Please enjoy!
Chapter 3 – Uncertainties
The curtain of dust that covered the clearing slowly began lifting away, revealing the dreaded scene that was hidden behind it. No one breathed, afraid that even the slightest movement could change the outcome. Even the Wargals were frozen in horror, the scream still rang through the clearing, never completely fading.
Halt felt like his heart was going to break right through his chest, he couldn't wait any longer. Not even he knew who the scream had been ripped from.
It felt like hours later when a faint outline was visible, slowly becoming more defined.
Gasps were heard throughout the clearing when they finally made out what awaited them.
'I… I did it!' thought Will. He stepped back, pulling the saxe knife with him, out of Morgaraths chest. He crashed to the ground, the life already having left his eyes(if there was any light in them). Something was wrong though, when Will tried to step back again, his knees buckled and he was aware of an excruciating pain in his stomach.
Will looked down, and saw Morgaraths sword, buried to the hilt in his abdomen. 'Well this sucks' thought Will.
Halt didn't waste anytime, as soon as he saw Morgarath fall he had Abelard running for Will. No one stopped him. As soon as he got to the other side of the clearing, he threw himself off his faithful pony and caught Will just as he collapsed.
"Will!" Halt was desperate, just feeling him safe(mostly) in his arms wasn't good enough anymore. No, he had to hear his voice, he had to see his playful brown eyes, but most of all he wanted to know that he would be okay, that he would live. "Will, come on son, wake up… please!"
"H-Halt" it was wheezed out, broken and quiet, but Halt heard it, and it brought him one step closer to sanity.
"Will!"
"WILL!"
Halt looked up to see Horace and Evanlyn coming to kneel at Will's side. Evanlyn took Will's hand in her own and squeezed lightly, while Horace just put his giant hand on Will's uninjured shoulder.
"Come on Will…" Horace whispered in an uncharacteristically gentle tone. "Halt, what are we gonna do?" he asked.
Halt bit his lip, trying to come up with something, anything that would give Will the best chance.
Duncan watched the three figures hover over the small boy in Halt's arms until Sir Rodney interrupted his thoughts, "My Lord, what should we do about the Wargals?" His voice wasn't loud or commanding like always, but quiet and sad. Duncan looked at the battle master, for a minute he didn't say anything, just studied the emotions he read on Rodney's face. "Find all of the generals and kill them," Rodney nodded, "Yes Sir!" he said and turned to go.
"Sir Rodney, one more thing," he added.
"Anything, my Lord!"
"Find Jack the healer, we're going to need him" and with that Duncan rode down to see his daughter.
"Cass?" Duncan said as he slid from his battle horse and stood behind Cassandra. She didn't answer. He tried again "Cassi?" he reached a hand down to put on her shoulder, "Don't Touch Me!" she snapped, he recoiled.
"Will, you're going to be alright" whispered Evanlyn, "Halt?" she looked up to meet his eyes.
'What are we going to do?'
'I…I don't know'
'We have to help him'
'I know'
Their eyes said it all. There was nothing they could do for him and they knew it. The reality of it him them hard. "I will look at him." The three of them looked up to see Jack, the kings personal healer. Halt shifted aside to make room for him, though he stayed as close as possible, afraid that he might not be there if he got worse. Will needed him and he would not leave him, not for anything.
The healer was already lost in his work, taking off Will's shirt to get a better look at his wounds. "Okay, first things first, we need to get rid of this sword, it's causing more damage being there than necessary. Halt you hold his arms down and you young man," he said looking at Horace, "hold down his legs. Princess Cassandra, this is going to hurt him a lot, I need you to comfort him however you can." Nobody wasted any time in moving to follow his orders.
Evanlyn knelt down beside his head, leaning over him trying to block the sword and healer from view, "Will?" she said gently, "Will, can you hear me?" his eyes fluttered open weakly, "Ev…vanl…yn" he whispered. She held her breath as she heard Jack count down from 3 to 1, quiet enough that Will couldn't hear it but loud enough so everyone else could be ready.
It was quick, for everyone but Will. "… 2…1!" Will screamed. He struggled for two seconds until he fell unconscious from the pain. Halt winced when he heard Will, it was the one sound he never wanted to hear. "There we go," said Jack, he already had a piece of Will's ruined shirt in his hands, he pressed it against Will's stomach in an attempt to stop the flow of blood.
"Is he going to be alright?" Halts usual patience had long since evaporated, there was no sign of it anywhere. "What can I do? What's going to happen to him?" he fired off question after question, leaving no room to answer. "Halt! Slow down!" he interrupted. "At the moment, I can't tell you if he's going to be alright, it's up to him. And right now you can get him on a horse so I can take care of him better at my office, okay?" Halt nodded and immediately moved Will to Abelards saddle and hopped on behind him. Evanlyn and Horace both stood and watched them go. Hoping for the best.
"How is he doing?" Halt asked as Jack walked into the waiting room, he had been in there for two hours, which left Halt, Horace, Evanlyn, Alyss, Jenny, George and King Duncan – who had all arrived after hearing the bad news – to sit and worry and wonder if anything had gone wrong. "Don't worry, he's fine for now, it was rough, but I finally got him to stabilize. "you can go see him now."
The seven of them crowded in. Multiple gasps were heard when they saw all the tubes, needles and the mask that were all connected to Will. The relief they felt though, was short lived. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor quickly picked up and went from rhythmatic to sporadic, seven pairs of eyes whipped towards the machine, just as the last pair of eyes hit it, the sporadic beeping flowed into one long, never-ending beep. All eyes opened wide in shock, their owners all frozen to the spot.
Okay well That's the end of this chapter, I tried to compromise between the people who wanted a bad ending and the people who wanted a good ending(for the Morgarath part anyway)
I hope that was a good cliffie, I was gonna leave it at a part where Will was okay and Morgarath was dead but I have that evil side of me too and it is slowly taking over bit by VERY LARGE bit. :D
Anyway I hope you enjoyed, this was my favorite chapter to write(got the last part after watching 'Grey's Anatomy' – awesome show by the way).
Reviews are always welcome and if you have any ideas as to how I should continue I would love to hear it!