"Pauline," Halt said, looking up at his girlfriend, "What's wrong?"
The diplomat sighed.
The ranger raised an eyebrow.
Pauline gave a frustrated sigh.
"Fine," she said, "There are...you know...whispers."
Halt gave a snort.
"Yes. Whispers. About my career."
Pauline's career was rising dramatically, and many narrow-minded men were crying foul. Women in the work force was radical enough - but a woman at the top of her chosen career?! Outrage!
Halt sighed. Some people.
"Well, what are they about?"
"They're just...you know..." For once in her life, Pauline was at a loss for words.
"People are talking about how I'm an 'independent woman' and yet I'm seeing you. They're calling me a hypocrite." she said finally, adding a sigh to the end of it.
Halt growled - a low, guttural sound - without even realizing he did.
"Idiots," he snarled.
"Idiots with power." Pauline agreed with a sad nod. She looked down at their entwined hands.
"Halt, what am I going
Halt Kisses The GoatTitle: Halt Kisses the GoatHalt Kisses The Goat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Genre: Family, Friendship, Humor
Word Count: 1,430
Warnings: If you cannot stand extreme cuteness then do not read this story, it will kill you. Spoilers for books 6 and 7!
Halt leaned casually on the wooden fence, watching the scene before him with a warm, happy feeling in his heart. Next to him perched Will, now a fully fledged Ranger for over six years. Will had his elbows resting on his knees and his chin resting in his hands, gazing lovingly at the same spectacle as his friend and mentor.
The two Rangers watched Will's two year-old daughter, Myfy, play with her sandy-haired pet goat. Her curly brown hair bounced as she toddled around and her grey eyes sparkled with joy. Myfy was the most adorable little girl in all of Araluen, at least according to her parents and her adoptive grandparents, Halt and Pauline.
Will loved that Myfy had inherited her mothe
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Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice
Word Count: 3,486
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You go get the girl, then pull her on Kicker. Ride half a mile back the way we came from and then wait for me and Will. Halt and Horace were running through the fort.
But what about Will? Horace asked, for he wanted to help his friend. Halt was frustrated, seconds could mean life or death and while Halt could slip in unnoticed, he now had to deal with getting Horace and the girl out.
Leave that to me, Halt muttered. If there are guards, knock em out, we dont have time for this. She will be in the cell, right before the room Will is in. Horace wondered how it was possible for Halt to know all this. But he didnt dare ask, Halt was barely controlling his anger and did not want questions asked. Horace realized that they had been running down the forts steps for some time and wondered how they were going to get out. Halt interrupted his thoughts. Thats t
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Halt and Horace both whipped around. Horace snapped to attention more hurriedly than he intended. Halt yanked a cloth out of his medical satchel more violently than necessary. They both turned to see Evanlyn, shoulders shaking and sobbing in a loud racking wail. Horace looked at her confusedly, she was obviously still sad, but thus wailing seemed to overdue it.
Halt caught on almost instantly. He glanced from Evanlyn to Will. Raising a hand to stop her wailing, he looked her in the eye. I need to know what happened. He saw her green eyes widen and her face grow pale, but still he pressed her with his gaze. She shivered and her voice trembled as she began to reveal what had happened to her and Halts Apprentice.
It started out okay, Will kept his strength and I stayed alive. He protected and comforted me whenever I needed help. Then we reached Hallasholm.
Halt watched her as he cl
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Horace had jumped off of Kicker, and was pacing back and forth. Evanlyn sat on the ground, her beautiful face, Horace thought, stained with dirt. She was shivering out of nerves or cold, he could not tell.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop. Horace heard it first, the soft clip-clopping of horses hooves. Thats no battle horse, he said as he stood up, trying to see into the trees. The clip-clopping stopped.
Horace, come here
What, Horace replied, slightly taken aback. He heard Halts irritated sigh. Well, at least Will is alive, thought Horace noticing that Halt would be more subdued and sad if Will was dead. Which he obviously wasnt because Halt was in one of his grim and irascible moods. In truth, Halt was more worried and sad then he let in. But as he suspected if he acted grim, Horace would not be as worried. At least until he realized the full nature of Wills condition, he thought dryly.
Horace stepped into the trees and
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The Skandian sputtered and tried to look anywhere other than Halts eyes. Halt was smaller than him, but had a sense of power that was far greater than his own. Dont you ever touch him again, whispered Halt in a barely audible voice. The Skandian hated being told what to do, so he abandoned sense and reason. He would kill the boy, even if the forester hurt him afterwards. He would see the mans look of shock and cry of agony for the small boy tied onto the table next to him. He would! He just needed a chance too. It did not occur to him, that Halt could probably destroy him and his entire range of allies within half an hour.
Halt glanced quickly down at Will, who was struggling to breathe. Then he heard the door creak, he wasnt concerned, he could get out of the way if he had too. One of the guards had returned, seeing the forester, he slipped a dagger from his boot using his cloak to muffle the sound. Normally Halt would have n
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A Ranger's Apprentice Fanfic
It was an abnormally cold winter in the Kingdom of Araluen and people were doing everything possible to keep warm. They spent much of their free time huddled around fireplaces drinking tea and coffee. Everyone wore more layers of clothes than they usually would have, even in winter. Some wore so much clothing as to slightly impede their movements. This would have been comical, watching them try to move normally, except it was just too cold to find humor in much of anything.
Despite these frigid temperatures, the Ranger Halt and his apprentice, Will, had traveled a full day and a half from a neighboring fief. They had been called away from Redmont fief to come to the aid of a fellow Ranger who had been injured while in pursuit of a man convicted of murder and his accomplices. Kaden, the Ranger who had been injured, sent word to Halt with details of the situation and a request for assistance. Halt and Will had immediately
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Halt glanced around the room looking for Wills shirt. It made him hate the Skandian even more for removing Wills shirt. He imagined how Will must have felt. Finally he spotted it. Striding over he grabbed it and walked back to Will, pulling it over his chest. As he untied the ropes, his fingers brushed against Wills cut. Looking down at the blood on his hand, his anger and sense of urgency rose. He hurriedly slipped one hand under Wills back and the other under his legs, near his knees. He then gently lifted his shaking apprentice off the table. Will gave a slight whimper, causing Halt to look down in alarm and readjust Wills position. Making sure that Will was not in immediate danger of dying, Halt strode out the cursed prison door.
Horace sighed. He wanted to know what had happened to Will. He had looked so frail through the window. He remember the boy who had burned Morgaraths bridge. The boy who had saved him from a charging wild boar, the boy wh