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So, here's Chapter 5!
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Ranger's Apprentice
Chapter 5
Will stood frozen as he examined his reflection in the puddle that lay a foot before him. His scars were gone. Will's hair had changed into a flaming golden color. But the biggest change was his back. From his back sprouted two large white wings.
Will tried to flap them and managed to. For a while, anyway. He crashed headfirst into the ground, but he felt perfectly fine. Will, astonished at his new abilities, leaped on Tug and spurred him to proceed.
A while later, Will encountered a small grove. He was still thinking about what had happened to him. This… jewel had turned him into a legend! "I can fly!" was Will's first thought.
He couldn't wait to show Halt.
Tug galloped for what seemed like hours.
There was a familiar face on the road…"Halt!" Will called. The bearded man turned around. "Look what I can do!" Will laughed and flew up to the sky. He dove down towards Halt and blew a raspberry at him. Suddenly, Halt jumped up and grabbed Will by the wings. Will let out a scream of pain. Halt then…
"Ahh!" Will screamed, waking up. The sun was rising, and Tug was tired. Will quickly set up a camp and let Tug rest. He decided he would train his new gifts so he could use them in battle. Will flew, dropped, and crashed. After a couple of hours, Will had mastered it- at least the staying in the air part. When he tried to fly a loop, he failed miserably and came collapsing on the ground.
At that very moment, Will heard something. A minute later, Tug's ears picked up. He neighed over and over.
Will lowered himself down to his horse. He relaxed the little horse as he waited for the figure to appear. Would it be another giant? A sorcerer, perhaps?
But it was neither. It was a man dressed in strong armor. The man appeared to be around six feet, with very big muscles.
Will had handled people like these before. He took out his bow. The person charged at him. Will, relying on his instincts, took out an arrow, once, twice, three times… he lost track. Time seemed to move very slowly for Will. The man crashed towards the ground.
In Will's quiver were three arrows. But Will didn't notice that- yet. He strode up to the dead corpse and stared. There were twenty-one arrows stuck in the man's chest. They were no more than two centimeters away from each other.
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Halt was armed well, other than the fact that his bow had shattered, and was now awaiting the unfortunate person or people who would come between those two oaks.
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It was midday, and Horace was tired. They had been traveling day and night. "There's a nice place to rest," Horace thought, his gaze fixed upon two oaks that led to a clearing.
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Hoof beats were approaching, and Halt readied himself.
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"We're stopping here, guys," Horace called back to Jenny and George.
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Halt could hear voices very nearby.
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"I-"
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"hear-"
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"someone-"
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"-coming!"
Both Halt and Horace jumped into the open and took out their swords. They circled each other and realized who they were facing.
"Halt!" Horace laughed. Halt lowered his weapon. They gave each other a bear hug.
"Where's Will?" A worried look crept onto Halt's face as he realized Will was the only one missing.
Horace gestured at Alyss. "She's been poisoned in some way, and we need to get her to a healer fast. Will said to see Malcolm, so here we are." When Halt opened his mouth, Horace responded quickly by saying, "Will is fine. He can take care of himself. He's a Ranger now, remember?"
Halt smiled. "I have to say, Horace, I guess you're right. I guess you're right."
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Crowley gazed at the sky. It was a cool, sky blue, with clouds that resembled bows and arrows. He had been thinking about Halt and Will. How were they doing on their mission?
He urged his horse forward towards the beaten path that led to his ill-fated mission.
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"She's burning up!" Jenny called, placing a wet rag over Alyss' forehead. Halt, George, and Horace sprinted towards her.
Halt, after a few minutes of examination, rose. "We'll take her to the next town we come upon. There, Alyss will find a healer to help her."
With no other ideas, they all agreed. Thus, Halt and the others set off for the closest town.
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In front of him lay a dead man shot by a boy possessing a stone that held what seemed to be supernatural powers. "Wut iz tis'?" a man with a French accent wondered.
Four miles to the northwest, Will was flying. It had been a very stressing day, and it was nice to just relax. The birds chirped all around him.
Suddenly, he began to fall. Dropping a hundred meters every three seconds, Will began to panic. This would hurt him a lot for sure.
From the shadows walked out a thin, blue robed man. He didn't even bother to look up. This person caught the young boy as he fell from the sky almost as if a feather had dropped on his hand. Will fainted, his last image before fainting being two misty, blue eyes.
Sonín al distpúrr lóso!
May your arrows stay sharp!
The Review button is for questions, comments, and criticism.
Also remember, it's what gets me writing.