"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
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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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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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Will! No! Dont! Please! Not Will! PLEASE!
Horace and Halt looked towards each other, utterly in shock after those few words screamed into the night. Was it their Will? What was happening to him? Who was screaming? Who was responsible? Was it too late? Tug whinnied loudly, that could only mean one thing.
Will, Halt whispered, the blood draining from his face. Without another word, Halt urged Abelard into a blinding gallop. He slung his longbow in front of him, notching a single armor-piercing arrow on the string. Cmon, he whispered, the cold hand of fear clutching his heart. They needed to make it in time.
Evanlyn sobbed, pleading with the Skandian who was standing over the emaciated form that was Will.
Why, he snarled, scared for your little friend. He laughed cruelly as Evanlyn cried even harder as he reached down towards the boy lying defeated at his feet.
Dragging him upright, he pulled the shaking boy on a tabl