I only noticed a little while ago that I spelt the name to this story wrong in the title. Everywhere else I had spelt it right except for here...
Epic fail.
This chapter is meant to be the next chapter but I lost the original to this one so I am rewriting it. It doesn't make a difference however if this one is first except in my mind and on my story plot.
SAD NEWS
This story only has 26 and an epilogue chapters left. (Not including this one...) So we aren't half way yet but I have mapped out the chapters and I try to write one per maths lesson so this story is going to end really soon :(
:)
Halt rode back to the nearest town swearing the whole way. He had come with muscle back up and now he had none. Darkness was coming and the day was getting progressively worse.
Will had been right all along. It was good news in the sense that he ex-apprentice wasn't insane, back because there was a witch floating around, possibly in the literal sense as well. Why couldn't Will have been confused with what he saw? Halt asked himself. Because then he would have stayed here longer to double check that everything was truly what he saw.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
The next time Abelard saw Halt he snorted with laughter. What on earth had Halt done and why? This was absolutely ridiculous!
"I know it looks like I have gone made, but there was nothing else I could think of," Halt explained. Tug snorted in laughter again.
You look ridiculous.
"I know," Halt replied.
Halt was annoyed at the way his horse reacted to his normal civilian clothes. It wasn't as though he was in his Ranger uniform constantly. He did wear other things. And he did shave once in a while.
When was the last time? Abelard asked him as though he could hear inside Halt's head. The man opened his mouth to reply but then thought the better of it. The horse was right.
Halt walked back into the inn after properly getting Abelard ready for the night. He walked with his heavy gear up the two flights of steps to his already payed for room. It was smaller than usual and would most likely have bed bug there ready to suck his blood but it didn't matter. He was now on a rescue mission that had doubled in size from one persons sanity to two.
That and he doubted the witch would feed Horace enough.
The room held a table just large enough to hold Halt's map. Upon reaching the room he grabbed everything off the table and dumped it on the floor. Dust floated downwards from where it had been thrown into the air after being disturbed. Halt would have sneezed but he didn't have time for it so he didn't.
Each section of the map was opened up and then promptly rejected. Each ranger in the areas closest to him were of no use, either newly graduated or constantly uncivil towards him.
He growled in frustration and tried to refold the map back up. In his anger though he got the creases wrong and two corners met on the word Macindaw.