A/N: OLAF! It's me, IFYOUCOULDFLY!...wow. Here I am, at the end of my story (besides the epilogue), and…wow. I can't believe how incredibly amazing every one of you is! Your reviews make me smile every day, and that's much more than I'd ever ask for. So again, thank you. I wish I could do more than say thank you, but that's all I got…aaaaaaaaanyways…read on! WARNING THIS IS GOING TO BE EXTREMELY BAD AND I'M SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY! YOU GUYS DESERVE BETTER BUT MY INSPIRATION IS GONE!

-Chapter Thirteen: Father, Son, and Kalkara-

"Will?" His father whispered, and Will's eyes widened. For a moment, both were still. After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel took a step forward, and Will began flail around in the Triad's arms, desperate to escape.

"Let go!" Will shouted helplessly, and Alda laughed. "Sorry, baby. We're not done with you." The Triad gripped his arms tighter, making him cry out in pain. Morgarath chuckled darkly the noise.

"Now, now, Will. Let's be patient." He turned to Alda, Bryn, and Jerome. "In the arena." He commanded, and the Triad obeyed. They dragged Will and his father away from the hill and towards an extremely large arena that was typically used for jousting tournaments.

In the meantime, Crowley and Gilan were gripping Halt's arms in a desperate attempt to keep him from charging off into the arena to save Will. "Not now." Gilan whispered. "If he captures you, he'll just have more leverage."

Will was dragged alongside his father, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of Daniel's face. The former warrior was staring ahead, thinking. What would happen when they arrived in the arena? Would he survive? What if…what if Daniel killed him?

Will felt the hands release him, and suddenly he was looking around a vast arena, his weapons at his feet. Will bent down and armed himself, looking around wildly. His father was beside him, sword in hand, staring at him.

"Will, you-." Daniel began, but was cut off by Morgarath's voice. "Shall we release the Kalkara, then?" The voice boomed. Will couldn't find the source, but he heard another voice; King Duncan's.

"Morgarath, stop this madness at once! You are losing this battle, if you haven't remembered!" The King commanded, and Morgarath scoffed. "Now, King Duncan. I could release the Kalkara at any time. They could destroy your villages, kill your citizens, and never be captured. I'd say that I am at the upper hand here."

King Duncan fell silent, knowing he couldn't endanger his kingdom. Still, his daughter kept pleading with him. "Please, father!" Cassandra urged. "You-you have to save him!" Duncan just looked away sadly. There was no way.

"Now, let's make a proposal here. If the Ranger and his daddy win," Morgarath announced from the shadows, "I'll retreat. If not, well, let's say either you surrender, or I release the Kalkara and Wargals." Silence fell over the crowd, and he laughed. "I'll take that as an agreement. RELEASE THE KALKARA!"

Despite the deadly situation he was in, Will couldn't resist rolling his eyes. "Still overly dramatic." He thought, just as a piercing growl ripped him into reality.

Will looked up at the beast before him, then quickly looked down. "Not its eyes. Don't look…." He heard an agonized screech from beside, and felt a rush of surprise. "Daniel can fight? What?" He didn't have much time to think, because a claw ripped through the air in front of him.

Will snapped to attention and nocked an arrow onto his bowstring. His arms were quaking with tension and weakness, and he hoped with all his might that fate would take pity on him, and he could fire.

Fate must have pitied him.

He let the arrow fly, and it sank deep into the Kalkara's flesh. It roared in pain, and Will felt a surge of hope, but it didn't last long. The Kalkara gave another haunting scream and charged at Will.

The boy ducked away and found himself side-by-side with his father. Will tried to move away, but they were surrounded in the center of the arena, the two Kalkara circling them hungrily. "Will." His father spoke, and Will flinched, "I'm sorry."

Will nearly dropped his bow along with his jaw, but before he could move, Daniel spoke again. "I was wrong. When you left, I-I did some thinking, and I-." Will, though he was listening intently, saw one of the Kalkara stumble in its endless circling, and knew this was his opportunity.

Will lifted his bow and let an arrow fly. It landed neatly in the beast's flesh, striking the animal's heart perfectly. It roared in agony and fell to the ground, still breathing. Will fired another arrow, then another, and finally the Kalkara lay dead.

For the first time, Morgarath felt a pang of doubt. "Could it be possible…no. There's no way." He thought, then smiled at what he saw before him. The other Kalkara, while Will and Daniel were distracted, had snuck up behind them.

Halt noticed this too, and gave a desperate cry: "Will!" The apprentice Ranger heard him, and ducked to the side, just as a massive claw came down on his shoulder. If he hadn't moved, it would have been his head. But that didn't take away the pain.

He screamed, his eyes bulging and teeth clenched, as he tried to pull free. The claw was ripping through his flesh, tearing his muscles, blinding him with the most unimaginable pain…and that's when his gaze flicked to the beast's eyes.

They were so…dark. So empty, but so full. They were terrifying. Will felt like he was falling, and the ground was approaching, and there was nothing he could do. He felt panic wash over him, and his heart raced in his chest. He wanted to scream, wanted to run, wanted to just be gone already, but he couldn't. Will was paralyzed with fear. He accepted it. It was over. The kingdom would fall to Morgarath, thanks to him. He was a prisoner of those eyes…

Suddenly, the eyes were ripped away from him, and he gasped. The Kalkara was growling, a deep slash in its arm, staring at his father.

Daniel leaped forward and slashed the beast, who retaliated swiftly. The retired warrior sidestepped like he'd never even been injured, and thrust his sword deep into the Kalkara's chest.

The beast screamed and fell to the ground, but not before it plunged its claws into Daniel's chest. The Kalkara and the warrior fell together.

Will whimpered, trying to hold the tears back as he limped weakly to his father, who gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Will. I love you." "I love you too, Dad." Will whispered, and the warrior nodded, closing his eyes. His breathing stopped, then his heartbeat.

For a moment, everything was silent in the arena. No one dared move or speak, and it seemed no one would, until a voice boomed in their ears.

"NO!" Morgarath screeched, flying into the arena. "You. You have cost me everything." He spat, grabbing Will's shirt and lifting him up, causing Will to wince. "ATTACK!" He screamed to his Wargals. "I COMMAND YOU TO ATTACK! And you, boy." He snarled, "You are going to di-."

The Lord of the Mountains of Rain and Night looked down in surprise. Protruding from his stomach was a long, black-shafted arrow. He gave a surprised choke, then fell to the ground, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Instantly, the Wargals, who were readying themselves for a charge, stood still, blinking stupidly. Now that their master was gone, they had no motive to fight. And the Wargals, who were trained to fight, had to options: battle or retreat. And retreat they did.

The Wargals gave sharp, grunting cries and sped off to the mountains. For a moment, all was silent as the warriors stood in confusion. Then a loud cry emerged from the throats of King Duncan's men, and they charged after the beasts.

As Horace charged along with the army, he knew that his friend would go down in history as a hero.

A/N: I am beyond sorry. I kept you waiting for nearly two weeks, and in turn you get…this. I've just lost all inspiration I had for this story. Writing this chappie wasn't fun for me, and I'm sure it wasn't fun to read. I am extremely sorry! Hopefully the epilogue is better. Keep reading/reviewing/being awesome!-FLY