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Chapter One
Choosing day was fast approaching,
And into young Will's mind it was encroaching,
Blocking out fun and good cheer,
That was celebrated through most of the year.
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"Eat something up! Right now and quick,"
Said Miss Jenny who would soon be handpicked,
To become a chef famed and renowned,
Making many other chefs just seem like great clowns.
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And young George sat side by side,
To young William who showed all but pride.
"Nervousness heightens abilities, you see."
But Will shook his head and doubted, "No way, not me."
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"He ought to be nervous!" Horace scoffed in front of them all.
"No one would want him, he's simply too small."
Horace was athletic, large and trite.
And frankly, Will thought, not a bit too bright.
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"You should eat more," the boy said with a smile,
Lacking in everything any sense of guile.
"Build yourself up some, you really need it."
But Will frowned, not yet defeated.
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"In between the ears, you ought to know,
For knowledge to be had, it first must grow."
The Wardmates laughed, while Will scurried off,
And Horace covered up embarrassment with a scoff,
"Will No-name!" Ward Horace taunted,
He knew certain the insult was daunting.
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And Will felt his ears burn with cumulative hate,
Then simply walked off to the trees as of late.
Now Will was a Ward, an orphan of such,
With father as solider dead to the clutch,
Of death who waited to ensnare his wife,
Leaving baby Will alone with much strife.
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A Ranger had found him, they're ominous folk,
And kept watch on him beneath his strange cloak,
Left him at the welcoming door of the Wards,
They accepted him and said, "He shall see the rewards,
Of being of son, of man so brave and true,
And with him all alone, we'll see what we can do."
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So there Will was, baby and alone,
Without a mother to see him all grown,
And influence the decisions he would make,
And see all that he would soon put at stake.
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And now Will sat, alone in a tree,
Wondering who he would grow to be.
Late into the night he wanted to wait,
Before he would have to receive his own fate.