Tale of Time

Time Old Tale

It was the third time that month that Will had been to a funeral of a Ranger. One he hadn't even gotten the chance to get to know.

Some of the other Rangers were starting to ask if it was worth it going back to their cabins until this was all resolved. There were only going to be more funerals after all, they said.

The real question was about who was going to be next.

As soon as the blessing was said over the body and people started getting up to pay their last respects, Will walked off to the side, into the trees. He didn't go too far, not far enough that if he was fighting someone he couldn't call for help, but just far enough to not be seen.

Alyss hadn't come to this one. She hadn't known the poor Ranger either and Will had seen no reason why she should have come. Also this way, he knew that she was at the castle looking after Lady Pauline. And staying well protected.

Will nodded to Crowley as he came beside him, not saying anything. This time Crowley hadn't even had to send them on a mission. They had been murdered in their own cabin in the trees.

The unofficial anthem of the Rangers started and Crowley and Will watched as the young man was laid into the ground to the tune. He had only been a year out of training and his fief hadn't even been trouble.

Someone was targeting the Rangers. And as much as Crowley and all the others didn't want to admit it, they were afraid.