I haven't updated this in ages, I feel really bad about that. Got exams starting on Wednesday, sigh. Disclaimer: I do not own the Discworld or William Tell.
Time means nothing in the world of Death, it also means nothing to Death which is way he is never late for, shall we say, an appointment. A black cowled figure rode through the infinity of timeless space on a skeletal horse. He landed on the Disc by the house of Shillian Vell.
Shillian Vell was currently helping his friend increase very poor accuracy with a bow and arrow. He stood in front of a tree with an apple tied to his head.
"C'mon, Drake, you can do it," Shillian unwisely encouraged his shaking friend.
"Are you sure about this Shillian?" Drake's arrow knocked against his bow.
Death was just in time, he picked up his scythe and rather clumsily dismounted. As he did so his foot caught in the horse's ribcage, it was stuck. Death tugged his foot but only managed in succeeding to pull the horse's ribcage off the rest of its skeleton. He sighed as he walked up to Shillian, ribcage banging on the ground, waiting for the inevitable.
Death raised his scythe as Drake's arrow flew through the air hitting Shillian squarely in the head. He then cut the blue line of light that connected Shillian's soul to his body.
Shillian looked at the skeleton in front of him and his body behind him.
"I always thought that Drake had such potential," Shillian shook his head, "but he always let his nerves get in the way."
Death just nodded and disappeared into the infinite darkness.
That night Death sat in his study, thinking, he really needed a new horse. The flaming ones he used to have kept burning up their stalls and now the skeletal ones were falling apart.
Death walked into the cobbled market square, looking for a horse. He hadn't seen anything to his liking though, none of the horses seemed fit for the job. He saw Bays and Chestnuts, Palominos and Duns but none of them would be able to cope with the job.
He was just about to head back to his home when he saw it. The white horse stood in the market square shinning softly, it made everything around it look like some bad Hollywood film set. The horse trotted toward him, its hooves causing the cobblestones to spark. This was the horse he was looking for.
After a brief discussion to the owner of the horse Death was leading it back to his domain. The owner stood in the market square still not quite grasping who had actually bought his horse.
Albert inspected the horse that Death had bought.
"It's a nice horse," he eventually said, "looks a bit to intelligent for a horse though."
I SHALL CALL HIM BINKEY Death patted Binkey's nose.
Albert watched the master return to the house leaving him the job of putting the horse away.
"Binkey?" he said incredulously.
And so that was how Death found hi faithful partner Binkey. Binkey who knew nothing of time, space an weight.
This is a lot harder when you are extremely bony as you would expect a skeleton to be.
Short again I know but I just wanted to put another chapter up before the exams started.