Three gifts. Three curses. These you must live with until you can fulfill your mission. Chasm hissed at the words echoing in his mind. He couldn't get them out. His mission. His mission... What was it? Oh yes. Find the white wolf and heal it. That he would have to do on the mainland. With the Ranger. And the boy. And innumerable innocents. He would have to be very, VERY careful. Never his strong suit. Careful wasn't his thing. He was the one to rush into things. This was going to be hard.
Making a boat was the easy part. Sailing it wasn't much harder. The hard part was getting into the forest undetected. People were everywhere, and there weren't many hiding spots, the occasional barrel or alley to slip into was the best bet he had. He still made it in seemingly undetected, free to complete his mission. He slowed down once he was in the woods, feeling its rhythm. The white wolf would come to him. He knew it would. He closed his eyes and let the wind guide him. He found himself in a clearing when the wind stopped, alone. He looked around, then waited. He knew the wolf would come. Come it did, like a winter wind in the night. They stared at each other, the wolf stalking ever closer. It didn't seem injured. Suddenly an arrow whizzed through the air, imbedding itself in the wolf's side. The creature whined and fell over, blood leaking out around the arrowhead. Chasm whirled in the direction of the arrow, his hands glowing with white light. The boy walked out of the woods, another arrow nocked and ready to shoot.
"Stand down," he commanded, his tough voice hiding his fear. "I don't want to hurt you." Chasm couldn't hear him, so he stayed ready. He moved in front of the wolf, glaring at Will. Will took the hint and lowered his bow, but still kept it taut. Chasm lowered his hands as well, letting the magic dissipate.
"Who are you?" Will asked. "Why did you try to hurt Halt?" Chasm didn't reply, turning to the wolf and setting his hand on its flank around the wound, quickly pulling the arrow out. The wolf let out a whine of pain, but lay still. Will was bewildered and awed. Wolves were things to hunt, not to care for. What was this boy doing? Chasm waved his hand over the wound a couple times, healing it and soothing the scar to a light pink. He helped the wolf up, then watched it as it ran, making sure it was all right.
"What did you do that for?" Will asked. Chasm looked at him and sighed, grimacing slightly as his ears popped and his throat cleared, his leg healing.
"Because..." he replied, his voice hoarse from disuse, "Because it was right." Will was extremely confused, releasing his bowstring as all of his energy went into thinking. Chasm walked towards the edge of the woods.
"I'm sure that you have many questions," he says. "But I can't answer them now." He ran off into the forest, leaving Will alone. Will stood there for a couple seconds before slowly putting his bow and arrow away, walking towards Tug who was nearby. Halt would be annoyed with him not bringing back a wolf, but he had stuff to think about.
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Sorry for not writing in a while, guys! The eighth grade does a number on you. Anyways, I should be more caught up now. Love ya!
-Becca
