A/N: a small part of an idea I've been working on
THE SUN HAD JUST BEGUN to set by the time Halt left the little tavern. Two cups of coffee later, and he still had no idea why the families had been killed.
"You're thinking about it, too much," he muttered, shaking his head. Abelard snorted.
I wondered how long it would take. Now you're talking to yourself.
Halt raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you never do?"
No. It's much more fun to poke at you. Halt scowled, and the little horse tossed his head in what might have been laughter.
"In any case, I've got nothing more to lose by talking to myself." He made a face. "As long as I can get that blasted taste out of my mouth."
You love honey.
"Not that honey. I don't know what happened to it, but that tasted positively horrid. Not even a king himself would dare touch such a disaster."
Your royalty talk is showing.
Halt glared down at Abelard. "Are you quite finished, then?" The horse turned its head to eye him, and he sighed. "Fine. Do your worst. I don't care.
If you didn't care, you wouldn't be so huffy about it.
"Blasted horse," he muttered. Reaching down beside the saddle, he uncorked the canteen, gurgling the water and spitting it out. "This better not affect the taste of honey again." Abelard snorted, and Halt sighed. "You're in a touchy mood tonight."
As he spoke, a strange feeling formed in his stomach. He reined in the horse, leaning over as he resisted the urge to throw up.
"What in the...?" He dismounted, stumbling and shaking his head as his vision blurred. Beside him, Abelard neighed, but whatever he might have said was lost on Halt.
His head spun, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
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Ranger's Apprentice: Tales Untold
FanfictionYou've heard of their adventures, of the wars, of their accomplishments. You know where they've traveled. But what about the parts you don't see? The parts of their lives that have been untold?
