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 table, tying a rope to keep him secured. Not that the boy needed to be secured he was limp and exhausted, and could hardly move. So the ropes were more of insult to injury than necessary. The Skandian was running out of ideas on what to do with the boy. He had already staved, whipped, and tortured him almost to death. An insane smile played against his lips as he drew a small bottle of poison from his satchel. As he did his fingers brushed against the sharp dagger he wore. He now had a use for both.
Halt raced through the forest. Behind him, Horace was urging Kicker to catch up.
Whats happening? Whats wrong with Will? Horace struggled to understand how Halt knew from one whinny from Tug. Halt, who was concentrating his mind racing and calculating, ignored him. He didnt know how much time Will had, he didnt have time to think about anything except how and where to save Will.
Horace and Halt urged their horses on blindly through the forest, listening intently for sounds of Wills fate. After what seemed like hours they found a dingy and scary looking fort. Near the bottom there was a window with light streaming through it, and inside they could here a girls racking sobs.
Dont, please, please.
Halt slowed Abelard and swung down from the saddle, telling the two Ranger horses to alert him if danger approached. Horace toppled off of Kicker and opened his mouth to ask the questions that were rapidly forming in his mind. Halt silenced him with a glare and moved to press his face against the window. Horace looked in and gasped in shock and horror, a second later Halts strong hand was clasped over his mouth. Horace turned his eyes to Halts face and saw that it was white and rigid with a powerful anger. But the scariest things were Halts eyes, which were blazing in a cold and dangerous fury.
The scene that met their eyes was appalling. Their Will was lying roped, limp, and almost unconscious on a table. A girl that Horace thought he knew was sobbing, begging, and pleading for Wills life. A vicious Skandian was glaring at her had one massive hand on Wills shirtless chest, which was restricting his already feeble breathing. The girl let out another wail of desperation. The man turned to her,
Dont worry I do have mercy, he glanced towards the two guards in the room before he continued. Halts eyes narrowed in suspicion. Then the man finished his statement, I dont kill when women are around.
Instantly the two guards stepped forward and grabbed the girl and dragged her out of the dungeon like room. Her grief was now beyond words and she screamed and wailed incoherently. The Skandian watched her go, Even miniature ones, he muttered.
Then he turned towards Halts second apprentice his eyes glinting maliciously.
Horace turned his startled face to Halt, and found that he had remove d his hand from Horaces mouth, and had snuck off to the forts entrance. Horace stumbled after him. Halt was crouched invisible just below a duo of guards sight line. Horace marveled that in spite of everything happening, Halt moved silently and spun two jagged rocks toward the guards. Each one found their mark, which left the guards unconscious. Halt sprinted past them into the fort; he still had his amour-piercing arrow notched on the string.
The Skandian watched the girl scream as she was dragged away. Then he turned to the boy who was attempting to struggle against his weak demeanor. Reaching down he bent to open the boys mouth. Somehow the boy still managed to sense him and shook harder and attempted to lock his jaw. The Skandian laughed he had dealt with more disconcerting prey than the figure on the table. Strong as Will usually was, the Skandian easily opened the boys mouth and tipped the poison down Wills throat. Will coughed trying to spit it back out, but the Skandian pressed on his throat, forcing him to swallow.