Morgarath grinned. His plan was working perfectly. Of course, he could still walk perfectly fine. No, this was all for show. To make people scared. Then, he could overthrow President Duncan.
He touched the scars on his face, left there by not the Kalkara (for that was what the monsters were called, not that he'd told anyone), but a vicious dog attack from his childhood. It had torn at his face and left deep cuts that had scarred. Now, he used that to his advantage.
Soon, he would be the ruler of Araluen.
*Line break*
Will locked the doors and closed the curtains, hoping to stop any unwanted visitors by keeping the place seemingly abandoned.
"I'll be glad to go to school tomorrow," he whispered. "Then I'll be away from the woods, and the monsters."
Hopefully, he thought, though he didn't say it. Heaven only knew how far a hungry beast would go for a meal.
He grabbed his knives, wondering what they could do against a beast that wound a man as badly as the man on the television.
He silently ate the breakfast that Halt had prepared for him earlier, wondering what his adoptive father was doing on his little 'outing.' Was it something to do with the Rangers, or was it something else? He wondered if Halt even really did anything other than whatever it was Rangers did.
Eventually, his thoughts wandered to the creatures that had been apparently stalking the woods.
So when the doorbell rang, loud and shrill through the cabin, he jumped, plate clattering to the floor loudly. Rushing up, gripping the larger of the two knives, the saxe, he looked through the peephole in the door to see who it was.
A tall young man with chocolate-brown hair, dark tan skin and bright blue eyes. A smile was tugging on his lips as he patiently waited for the door to open.
Will opened the door a crack, cautious.
"Who are you?"
"Gilan Davidson, Halt's former apprentice," came the answer.
Will thought about it for a moment, then opened the door. While Halt had never mentioned training anyone else, he didn't see why this man would lie about that.
"Crowley sent me to take care of you while Halt's gone," Gilan explained.
"Who exactly is Crowley?" Will asked. Gilan faked being exasperated, throwing his hands up into the air and groaning. Will smothered his laughter at the over-dramatic presentation he put on.
"I knew Halt wouldn't have told you about the Corps! Serves me right for agreeing to watch you," Gilan said in an over-dramatic voice, befitting of his over-dramatic show. While he had been talking he had moved inside and now flopped onto the couch.
"So, what do you know? I don't want to have to tell you things you already know," Gilan said, a certain light in his eyes.
Yes, I brought Gilan into this. You know I wouldn't be able to resist! Anyways, he plays an important part in the books, so I would've done it anyways. And yes, I finally discovered the Tumblr fandom (highly recommend you click over there) and discovered that it's headcanon that Gilan is a PoC (person of colour, yes I had to look that up XD). And so of course I had to use that in this!
