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The plan is finally revealed (Lots of un-mentioned deaths in this chapter. Will mentions them, but it's never dug into. But these people did die.
Halt stared at Baron Arald, with a sad look in his eye. "Look Arald, I have to go to the Steps. I promised Crowley that I could kill his assassin, and that is where he lives!"
"Halt, do you really think that an assassin that killed our best ranger can be killed by you? And besides Halt, Ragnak really needs to be put onto our side. If you deliver this message, it will be a turning point in the war."
"If I return after the war,"
"I'll save the boy for you."
"Good."
"Oh and Halt, take Horace with you."
"What, you think that I'll leave my apprentice behind?"
"Halt, he saved your life when the Kalkara attacked. He can save your life again. Besides, during his time with Gilan, the boys become a master swordsman. You can use a good sword, where you're going."
"Alright, I'll take him. Tell Pauline to send a message to Gilan. I want three rangers with me if we're going into Skandian turf. And tell Rodney, to keep a good watch. There's a high probability of Morgarath coming to kill me."
The baron nodded his understanding. "You can go now Halt." The cloaked man, slipped through the door. As Halt exited the castle, no one saw him. He left the baron to his thoughts. And one such thought was how did a teenage boy, kill the commandant of rangers?
Will rode his horse through the thicket. The bright sky was rapidly changing into the black of night. He was riding his horse to the death. The Wargals knew that this may well be a suicide mission. Will was never too kind with the beasts. Even after the mission, he would probably slaughter them, and tell Morgarath that they died during the mission.
Every move the Wargals made was completely necessary. They refused to make any unnecessary movements, and annoy Will. Annoying an assassin could be both a deadly and dangerous mistake.
"We're nearing the cabin. Surround it, close off all exits. Make sure the ranger can't go." Will ordered. Without hesitation the Wargals ran to do as the young murderer said. "None of you know." Will whispered, a look of sadness reaching his eyes.
The secret was the difference between life and death. If Morgarath was to learn it, Will would no longer have use. And having no use, meant death. But keeping the secret was as hard as saying it. He had to suffer whenever someone died at his hands.
'Great assassin my ass.' He thought as the secret rushed upon him again. Whenever he slept the murders rushed up on him. He hated to kill people. He was born with that hatred, and he knew that it would never go away.
When he was young Morgarath tried to make him numb to the pain of murder, but it never worked. In Morgaraths eyes the plan worked. The boy wasn't afraid of murder. He didn't complain, he didn't beg for it to stop. The Assassin must kill. And the murders were just murders. Cold blooded murder. He could never stop, or his own Lord would put him down.
Put him down like a dog. A filthy dog. "Stop." The filthy dog said to his Wargals. "Same tactic as before with Crowley."
When they cealed the exit, Will walked to the front door. "Hello Halt."
He received no reply. "Halt? Come out and play. I have some friends, I want you to meet."
Again nothing but silence, came from the cabin. All the other rangers had probably been killed by now. Why wasn't Halt coming out?
The plan. The plan that each group of Wargals and assassins would surround the cabins. First Crowley had to be taken out. The Rangers would be left to mourn their losses as Morgarath re-grouped. Will was leading the group to take out the Ranger Halt. Once all the Rangers were dead, Araluen would take a major hit. The war would be won!
Now Halt was missing. Will entered the cabin, and saw a tiny note on the table.
Rodney, I have already left for Skandia. I've taken Horace and Gilan with me. Tell Pauline that I shall be back soon. When you find this note burn it.
Sincerely,
Halt
"Fuck⦠We're dead." He muttered. Then speaking in a louder voice he called "File in! One by one!"
The Wargals by the door were uncertain, but they came in. They were awarded by a knife to the throat. And one by one the Wargals came in, and one by one they died.
"Now." He said speaking to himself. "Halt died. He took out all the Wargals, but I was able to plant a knife in his chest. I burned the body and any evidence of the murder." He flinched at the thought of lying, but continued non the less.
