I DO NOT OWN RANGER'S APPRENTICE.


"Sorry, what did you just say?" Crowley asked disbelievingly.

"Hey, let's shout louder, then maybe the King himself will be able to hear you." Pritchard rolled his eyes. His apprentice was just... too much sometimes.

"Sorry, but I cannot keep calm right now." Crowley said as he was trying to digest the situation. He pointed the Hibernian man caring his son in the middle of the house. "You just said that he will stay with us anymore Pritchard what does it mean?" Crowley pushed. Pritchard sighed tiredly.

"Crowley, I can understand you, it's too normal for you to react like that." Pritchard said calmly. "But please, just listen me before your judgement, alright?"

Crowley shook his head. "Pritchard, this is so...silly! We don't even know him! How can you be sure that he's not lying?" he asked. Pritchard took a deep breath.

"I can't be sure. But he needs help, I can see it as I know you can see it very well. And I've dedicated myself to give the help when someone needs all through my life."

Crowley took a deep breath.

"Pritchard, you are not talking about giving help, you're talking about an apprentice. An apprentice that you do not know about. Besides, you already have one what can you do with an another?" Crowley hissed.

Pritchard sighed again and laid a hand on his apprentice's chin.

"Crowley, look at me. Look at me." Crowley raised his eyes to meet his mentor's dark blue eyes.

"You are so much more than an apprentice to me, do you understand?" he started as he looked deep into his apprentice's warm sky-blue eyes. "I don't know what do you see in my eyes but I know what do I see in your ones. I'm gonna make you a Ranger, Crowley. And I'll make you the best. I'm gonna show you the top and you will climb it. You will be better than all. So do not ask me why did I decide this. Because you will understand one day. One day that maybe you will not able to find me beside you. Crowley, I may not be there one day. And that day, you will not need me. You will be on the top, with your silver oaklef and ranger cloak and that day, Crowley, you will understand me."

And he let him go.

Crowley was completely stunned. Pritchard raised an eyebrow.

"Don't let me down, Crowley. Don't let me down ever again."

Crowley nodded, still stunned. Pritchard nodded back and pointed the woods.

"I'm gonna check your knife performance tonight. You better work hard until the nightfall. I mean really hard."

Then he walked away, leaving his apprentice astonished and almost numb behind.


Will sneezed for the third time. But he was still determined to not drink the soup.

"No, I am not hungry." he protested with his weak voice. Halt raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Then this sound is coming from me." he pointed his stomach. "Will, you will drink this until you get better, okay?" Then he started to feed him slowly. Will sniffed.

"I don't like the taste." he complained.

"Sometimes we don't like the taste." Halt said as he gave one more spoon to Will's mouth. "But we must drink it anyway." And he went on to feed him.

"You seem to enjoy with the soup, ha?" someone said behind. Halt turned around to see the smiling Ranger walking in. Will shook his head stubbornly.

"I don't!" he shouted. "Isn't there anything else?"

"Will!" Halt raised an eyebrow. Will sighed as he swallowed more soup. Pritchard smiled again.

"You have a stubborn son." he said as he sat on a chair. "But not more than you."

Halt sighed.

"Where is Crowley?" he asked, trying to change the topic. Pritchard took a breath before talking.

"Doing his daily exercises. I'm gonna check some of his skills tonight. I suppose you want to take a glance too."

Will jumped in the bed.

"I want too, I want too! Please, please! I'm sooo bored here! It's just all rest, sleep, sit still, drink, eat, breathe! Boring! Please, I wanna look too!"

Pritchard laughed.

"Of course you can. But to be able to do that, you must drink that soup."

Will made a face.

"Deal."

Halt,slightly smiled. He knew, that he had to protect his son, that was why actually he was helpless. He was trying to try every way he could find, to be able to protect his son, and that was why he chose to be a Ranger too. Actually, he knew nearly nothing about Rangers, actually he was in so much hesitation. This could be a dangerous committee, and even some irregular army which was ban, but he could not, would not know. He was just a homeless guy here, not that royal prince who was the heir of the Clonmel throne. He was entirely alien to the country and he had to find a home, a shelter; and not for him but just for Will. His son had lost his mother because of him, at least that was what he thought so, and now he was supposed to be happy along the rest of his life. He had made a promise and he had to keep it. No matter what.

Even if you don't want to be a Ranger, he talked to himself, you will be if it's the only way out.

Of course, he was unawere of the old Ranger who could read the thoughts passing through him very easily. And he smiled slightly under his cloak's shadows. Many people didn't want to be a Ranger at first, as he had seen for years. But after a one year training, all of them became connected to their new life. Maybe you don't want to be a Ranger for now, he thought. But don't forget that it is just for now.

"I'll see you, young man." he said very silently, as silent as Halt couldn't hear a sound.


"..Dead."

Dead. How can a single word be just too much? And very heavy. Dead. Feeling so over when you remembered all the times you got through together. He watched as the bald assistant knelt before him, holding the golden crown towards him. Dead. Just a word to notify the new life was rising on.

I won.

Was it just this? Winning. Yes, now he was holding the crown, as the only heir of it, and soon, the king. He took a deep breath in victory. He closed his eyes. The only moment he has dreamt in his life. Ever in his life. Now was standing before him.

"Prince Ferris, I, as the...assistant of the King, name you as the...new King." Loka closed his eyes with pain. And he ached for the real king. His and his son's sorrowful end. And for the facts he would never able to tell the others.

"And I, as the only heir of the crown, accept to be the King of Clonmel until I fall."

I would like to see your fall, Loka thought.


Crowley grinned in victory when his knife stuck deep into the tree he aimed at before. He sighed with the exhaustion of the day. He had been working for eight hours, of course with between little breaks, so he was feeling very tired but ready at the same time. He rolled his knife several times in his hand.

CRACK!

Crowley turned his back immediately but he was a little bit late. He could see the arrow which passed through 1 milimetre away from his head. He immediately grabbed his bow and without seconds he was aiming at the shadow under the trees.

"You were going to check my knife performance." Crowley groaned. Pritchard slightly smiled, also aiming at his apprentice like him.

"Never trust a Ranger mentor about his apprentice's skills." Then he took a deep breath, preparing to make his shoot, aiming his apprentice's heart. Crowley was aiming at his mentor's heart too.

"Get rid of here in someway. Without any wounds. Show me that I can make you a Ranger."

Crowley took a deep breath. He could feel the curious looks on him by the Hibernian stranger. He frowned. He was getting rid of here anyway. He had to.

But how?

Suddenly, he felt the presence of something familiar on his body. He frowned again. He could feel that it was the answer Pritchard searched.

Pritchard sighed.

"Come on, Crowley, I'm not getting any younger here. And do you know, it won't be any better I shoot you." he smirked.

There was a silence for a while.

What can he do, Halt thought silently. How can he get rid of here?

And all of a sudden, something happened that surprising Halt. Crowley smirked back, relaxed.

"Do you know, Pritchard, sometimes I think that you teach me so much thing. And that's why I will always stay thankful to you."

Halt looked carefully at the young man.

SLASH!

There was a slash again. And when Halt looked again, Crowley was not there.


HELLO AGAIN :))

AGAIN, DELAY, BUT I'M REALLY SORRY PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME WITHOUT YOUR COMMENTS :/ THANK EVERYONE WHO TAKES TIME TO READ MY STORY. :)

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK, WHAT DID CROWLEY DO TO GET RID OF HIS MENTOR'S BOW? ALSO, WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN IN NEXT CHAPTERS ABOUT SOME ACTION? OR DO YOU HAVE ANY ADVICE FOR ME?

SHARE IT PLEEEASE :)) SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!

HAVE A GOOD DAY!