Okay, so I got a review that said something along the lines of "Will and Evanlyn in Skanida is diverting from the plot" Which I agree with ((PS; yes sorry, will use quotations form now on)) so Ill be continuing on with present day. MIGHT make another story about Will and Evanlyn in Skandia later on.

Chapter 3

Will and Halt had been assigned separate rooms in the guest wing of Castle Araluen, but most days they spent they're day around the castle, killing time and basically waiting for Will to come to a decision. "It's a big choice Will" Halt said in his usual gruff manor "and I don't want to influence your decision, but I've almost enjoyed having you as my apprentice." The ghost of a smile played around the edges of his face briefly before returning to their grim state.

Will simply nodded, his own thoughts far away from the conversation something, he thought idly, Halt would have disapproved of.

Later that day…

Will had for some days been trying to see Cassandra to talk to her, but so far she had been busy, Will had the distinct impression she was avoiding him, which was something he felt incredibly saddened about as Cassandra, or rather Evanlyn as he kept thinking of her as, was one of the only things keeping him from simply returning to his Ranger apprenticeship. Until now.

The servant arrived at the stable just as Will had finished grooming Tug, "Message for you sir" he said politely, but loud enough to catch Will's attention. Will, upon hearing the man, walked wordlessly over to him, accepting the envelope held outstretched to him. "Who's it from?" Will asked curiously, the messenger merely shrugged, "it was given to me by another messenger, he didn't say…" The man trailed off seeing the young Ranger was engrossed in the letter and decided to leave him to it.

By the time will had reached the bottom of the page, he was already half way back to his room, a huge grin plastered on his face. He covered the remaining distance at a sprint, startling many a castle goers. He barged into his room, throwing away the letter, already forgotten. Collected his bow on his way out, he headed down the servants corridor, three steps at a time, on his way to meet his dear Evanlyn.