HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I'm back!!!! :D I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I'll just have to manage this and school……that can't be to hard, can it? OKAY, now, I will have to get back to writing.

(grins happily)yyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

I will skip a small bit of time because honestly, I can't remember where in the world I was going with that last chapter. Oh, and this is going to be a short chapter so I can get back into the groove of this story. that doesn't mean that the reviews stop! Hint hint. Lmao.

Will kicked the small stone angrily, all he had wanted to do was see if he could climb up to the top of one of the towers. That was it! He wasn't going to do anything dangerous, or get into stuff he wasn't supposed to get into like the guard had said. Will snorted, like climbing any of the towers were dangerous! There were so many hand and foot holds that a blind person could climb them easily, but the guard hadn't found it likely that any blind person would be able to climb anything when Will had mentioned this.

Will watched as the stone bounced away in the ankle high grass and let out a heavy sigh. Today was going to be boring, he could already tell. Not even mid afternoon yet and he was already getting into trouble. His eyes scanned the open area and eventually landed on the large fig tree that he had climbed on so many times before, and there, just behind that was a door that lead into the fief.

The door opened and Sir Rodney came out, his face was hard to read, but he was obviously intent on going somewhere, and going there soon. He didn't even glance in Will's direction as he passed the fig tree and started heading to the forest.

Will raised an eyebrow as he watched the man go by. Where was he going in such a hurry? Will made to follow him, his soft leather boots made no sound as he walked quietly on the grass, his body moving out of habit to the movement of the shadows that were cast by the sun.

He stayed about ten meters behind Sir Rodney in case the man turned around quickly or started to double back, but as of now, he showed no signs of doing so. Will followed him into the woods, the dry Fall leaves made it harder to keep quiet so he dropped back a little farther. Completely intent on what he was doing as to try to avoid any mistakes that would give him away.

Will had almost followed Sir Rodney to the creek when a large hand dropped down on to his shoulder, making him spin around in fright, his voice caught in his throat. But when he looked, there was no body there. Confusion ran through his mind, what was that? Shaking it off as his imagination gone wild, he turned back to follow Sir Rodney again, but, to Will's dismay, the man was out of sight and he had no idea where he had gone off to.

Will let out an aggravated whine and stomped off to head back to the fief. Just as he started to walk away he thought he heard someone chuckling, but again when he looked back, no one was there. He sped up to a jog, the voice and the hand was starting to give him the chills.

Horace was waiting for him as he exited the forest.

"What's the matter? Did the boogieman scare you?" Horace taunted as he saw Will jogging away from the trees.

Will glared; he was to out of breathe to say the comeback that was threatening to break loose but he did manage to stick his tongue out childishly at the larger boy. This only made Horace laugh harder.