Haven:Thank you for your review =D

Aphroditessister: Haha, well I'm glad I was the first ;) And I'm sorry it was short - I hope this chapter makes up for it! :)

LenaLove: I understand where you're coming from, but I'm not sure how to use the older English :/ Maybe you could help me out? :P Thank you for your review! :)

Chapter Four (William's POV):

William woke peacefully rested. Staring up at the dense canopy above him, he tried to detect what the tingling sensation in his arm was.

Suddenly he sat up straight and looked at his arm. There was absolutely no sign of any wound.

Gingerly prodding it with his other hand, there was no pain or abnormal feeling. It was as good as new!

But what had happened?

Memories started flooding back. Finn had stabbed him, Eric had saved him, but then started trying to kill him because...because Snow White had been captured!

Jumping up, he swayed a little, disorientated.

He must have been asleep for a long time to get such a head rush!

Standing still to calm his head, he looked around and saw the huntsman sleeping against one of the trees.

What was he still doing here? And why/how would he heal someone he had been intent on hurting?

William's eyes strayed to his bow and arrows that were lying on the ground beside where he lay, and he slung them across his back.

He never felt complete without them.

Now he had to get away before Eric woke up and Will found out he was still angry at him.

Hurting the defenceless man while he was unaware never strayed across his mind.

Lightly picking his way through the forest, he tried to find the path which the horse had taken.

This forest was as unfamiliar to William as the Dark forest had been, and he was not a great tracker. Not like the huntsman.

He wondered how that man had become a huntsman, and why. It wasn't like he was a farmer or anything. At least, Will didn't think so.

Maybe he should go back and try reasoning with him? Surely he wasn't that bad...?

A twig snapping to his left stopped William short. His head whipped round to the direction in which he'd heard the sound, but couldn't see anything moving.

Maybe it was just a rabbit? Or one of those turtles? Or even a fairy!

Another loud snap vibrated through the ground from the same place.

Okay, that didn't sound like a fairy...

Taking his bow and an arrow from his pack, he strung them taught, and stepped quietly towards the area.

He tried to steady his trembling fingers, but the reality was: he didn't know what he was facing, which was terrifying.

Flicking a low hanging branch aside, his eyes darted around the area, but couldn't see anything.

Suddenly a hand covered his mouth, and he was pulled close to somebody's chest.

William tried to elbow the person, but they wrapped a muscly arm around his torso and squeezed a little too hard, successfully making him abandon any attempts at fighting.

"Shh, it's me, you dimwit."

At the sound of the huntsman's voice, Will struggled to control his irrational relief.

This guy had just been trying to kill him the last time they were together...

"Keep quiet and remain here while I track it."

Will felt Eric release him and he tried to rub his midriff inconspicuously, hoping it wasn't noticeable.

Turning around, he saw Eric creep through the giant weed stalks.

William dutifully stood in the same spot for a few seconds, then decided that the huntsman couldn't order him around, and followed.

Trying to find Eric's path wasn't easy - he really knew how to cover his tracks.

But then Will heard a massive roar up ahead, and the sound of a weapon clashing on toughened skin.

Racing forward, he stumbled out on an open clearing, with a pile of rocks on the left, and Eric fighting a massive beast on the right.

What was that thing! Will had never seen an animal like it before.

Will saw Eric's head turn a little towards him, which was a mistake, because the monster took the opportunity to swipe at his head.

Eric avoided this deathly blow by arching his back, with just an inch of air separating them.

For a split second, Will considered running away.

But no matter what the huntsman thought of him, he wasn't that type of man.

Sprinting to the pile of rocks on the other side, Will scrambled up them.

Notching an arrow in his bow, this time his hands did not tremble. Making sure his aim was precise, he took a deep breath and let it loose.

There was a slight whistling noise as the arrow arced through the air and hit its target.

With a loud roar, the best reared up on its hind legs and attempted to find his second attacker with only one working eye.

Catching sight of Will, it stamped back down on the ground, causing Eric to make a breakneck manoeuvre to avoid being squashed.

The beast didn't spare Eric another glance, beginning to charge towards where Will stood.

Oops. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Raising his bow again, this time he didn't have time to aim properly.

He loosed a couple of arrows simultaneously, but they bounced off its hardened skin.

Damn.

Without second thoughts, he waited until the beast was ready to pounce on him and then did the only thing he could think of.

Letting out a war cry, he jumped off the rocks...and onto the beast's back.

...William was never going to trust his instincts again!

He clung onto the beast's scales (which, he realised, were the reason why nothing could penetrate it) perilously, and really hoped the huntsman was doing what he did best.

Preferably before he was flung off and eaten.

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I'm sorry I didn't know the proper English word for 'dimwit' so I decided to stick with it :)