Hey guys! So, a couple things.
1) VERY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY; PLEASE READ: So, I've finally read the 12th book. I was assuming I'd be able to incorperate it into this story like I had the last 5 or 6 or so, but damn I was wrong. I was NOT expecting him to use the same idea I did; the first female Ranger. He did it in a very different way, so different that there is no way I can make them both happen. So, I've decided how the timeline is going to work out. This is when this story takes place: It begins 6 months after Alyss "dies", so it is a year before the whole thing with Maddie is supposed to take place, and also before Crowley dies, so Gilan isn't in charge yet.
2) CALLING ALL WRITERS: So as you're all probably aware, Frozen is a big thing right now. And, well, my baby cousins and whatnot have made me watch it SO MANY TIMES that I feel the need to write a fanfic about it. I have an inkling of an idea, but beyond that... mrp. I'd really like to co-author it though, so if you're interested in that please contact me!
Robin ran. No, "ran" didn't describe it – she sprinted. She threw all of her energy into her legs, all of the adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream and pouring into her muscles. She galloped. But still, it was like she was running through jelly. She was running so slow; she couldn't go anywhere. Terror made her heart rise into her throat and choke her, and her brain felt like it was running so quickly that it was causing a migraine.
Robin knew she was dreaming, of course. But even though she knew it, that didn't stop the panic. All she saw was an arrow slowly streaking through the air. All she felt was adrenaline. All she smelled was smoke, and all she tasted was the fowl metallic taste of blood. All she head was her own heart pounding in her ears accompanied by the sound of her voice, screaming.
"WILL!" Her voice tore from her throat, leaving it raw. She watched Will turn and saw the arrow bear directly into his chest. Shock crossed his face, followed by dismay and pain.
Time seemed to start working correctly again. She was by his side as his knees buckled and she caught him before he fell all the way to the ground. She sagged under his weight.
"No no no... no... no..." she murmured, holding him tight. This was, undeniably, her greatest fear. Her mother had died, and her father, and she had been all alone. No one had been there for her, she had been left to a farmer, and then Will had saved her. Will was all she had. He was her everything. He was her new father figure, her new mentor, the closest thing she had to family, the one who had saved her life and the one who had accepted her and given her another chance. Will was everything to her. She would die for him.
She stared down into his face and saw him struggling to breathe. His fingers clutched limply at his chest and she moved his hand away, worried about jarring the arrow in his chest. His eyes were flickering and she knew he was going to die. The arrow was in his heart, and it was the only thing keeping him alive. When she took it out, blood would be pumped from his heart directly into his chest cavities. He would die in a handful of seconds. But if she left it in, he would die as well.
She ripped the shirt away from the arrow, staring at the blood dribbling down his chest. She pulled it out quickly and shoved her finger into the open wound, searching for the hole in his heart and blocking it with her finger. She yanked his first-aid kid from around his waist, fumbling for a needle and thread, hoping that she could stitch the hole back together. When she finally found the needle, she removed her finger from his heart and plunged in with the needle.
Blood flowed freely out of the wound in his chest and she couldn't see what she was doing, but she still tried. She pushed the needle through the tissue of his heart and Will moaned quietly, and then suddenly became still.
It became much easier for her to push the needle and thread through his heart now... because his heart wasn't beating anymore. She froze and stared at his face.
"Will?" she asked, her voice caught in her throat. "Will?!"
There was no response. His glassy eyes were open and staring at the sky.
"Will! NO! COME BACK!" she screamed and hit his chest with her hand, hard. "WILL!" Her vision blurred and hot, salty tears rolled down her face. "WILL! Will... Will don't leave me..." She sagged over his body, burying her face in his chest and not caring about the blood that covered her face. "Will... please..."
Rough hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. Halt's voice echoed in her ears, "Robin. Robin, it's over. Come back, Robin."
"NO!" she screamed, struggling and kicking and punching. "WILL!"
She woke with a start, still screaming and kicking.
"Robin!" Halt yelled at her, his hands still on her shoulders. "Robin, calm down!"
"Will!" she screamed, trying to get away from Halt. She spun, looking around the trees, trying to find Will's face.
"Robin, it's over! You're okay. You're back. It was just a dream," Halt said, shaking her roughly.
"It wasn't just a dream! He's dead!" she yelled, finally pulling free of Halt's hands. She spun to stare at Halt and saw Will standing behind him. Will's eyes were wide and worried, his hands slack in front of him. She stared at him, not entirely sure if she believed what she was seeing.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find her voice. Instead she just ran and hugged him roughly, tears streaming down her face.
"You had the dream again?" Will whispered into her hair.
"Yeah," she said, her voice breaking. It took her a moment to remember where the 'again' came from, but then she remembered she had dreamed of his death before. The same death. An arrow through the heart.
"It's just a dream," he whispered. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't; that it wasn't just a dream. That it was going to happen. That Will was going to die and no matter what she did, she wasn't going to be able to prevent that arrow from flying.
"I knew it was a dream when I was there," she said after a moment. "But it still felt real."
She took a deep, shuddering breath and took a step back. She rubbed her fists across her cheeks, wiping the tears away.
"So," she said, avoiding his gaze. "Uh... what did Alyss say?"
"She said they are going to be executed publicly," Will replied, his voice suddenly business-like. "Once the sun is completely above the horizon, they will be executed in the square to send a message. They will be made an example of, supposedly."
"Well... I guess that makes our job easier," Halt suggested. Robin looked at him and took in his posture; he was calm in posture but something in his face was taught. "It'll be easier to get to them."
"Not until they're out practically walking to their deaths," Robin said, knitting her brow in confusion. Halt raised his eyebrows at her, and realization washed over there. "You're telling me you want to wait until they are practically hanging from the gallows to save them?! What if we aren't fast enough?! What if our timing is off, and they die?! We can't cut it that close!"
"Then perhaps we should get moving," Halt said mildly. "Will, would you care to lead the way?" Will's lips pressed into a thin line, but then he nodded.
"Let's go."
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