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Chapter 2
It was about mid afternoon when Tim collapsed on the ground. He had been running almost non-stop since he fled his home, only taking a few five minute breaks to catch his breath. In all honesty, he was a little worried. After all, he really didn’t know where to find a Ranger…ok he did know where to find one or at least he had a good guess. In the past he had heard that Rangers lived near the castle of their fief, but he had no clue where the castle was. So all in all he was tired, unsure of where he was even going and starting to wonder if he ever should have left home in the first place. Seriously, was he even fit to be a Ranger? Yes, he wanted to save lives and to be more than just a farmer, but what skills did he have that qualified him to become one of them?
These thoughts rushed around in the teen’s mind, but soon they started slowing, his tiredness over came him once again. Curling up on the grass, he closed his eyes and let himself rest, really rest, for the first time in hours. A wild boar could’ve come running straight at him and he wouldn’t have moved, his body was just too tired and he could feel himself drifting slowly towards the unconsciousness know as sleep. But as he drifted off, Tim felt the slightest nagging in the back of his mind, like he should have done something before resting, but it disappeared as quickly as it came and in a matter of seconds he was fast asleep.
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As Tim’s eyes fluttered open the first thing he noticed was how dark it was. Night had already come to the forest and the moon barely shown through the trees. At first the teen was confused, where was he? Why wasn’t he in his bed at home? Then he remembered, he had run away, gone off to look for the Rangers. Sitting up, a low groan escaped his mouth as his muscles ached in protest. Only now did he realize how hard the ground underneath him was and although his bed at home wasn’t too much better, it at least had a little bit of padding.
“I should have slept on my blanket…” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his sore back. The aching calmed down some, but he was still quite sore and his discomfort only grew as his stomach rumbled. He hadn’t had anything to eat in almost a day! Looking around the brown haired boy quickly spotted his sack and opened it up. He pulled out a small loaf of bread that he had packed and quickly dug into it. Only after he finished it did he realize how thirsty he was, but unfortunately for him he had forgotten to pack a canteen.
Getting to his feet, Tim swung the sack over his shoulder then looked around, trying to see if there was any sign of a path. Earlier in the day he had tried to avoid paths so that there would be less chance of him being spotted, but now it didn’t really matter. No one would be traveling this late at night and he figured a path might lead him to some water. But as he searched the teen couldn’t catch sight of anything that even resembled a path. He really wanted to find a path but he knew he needed get a move on. Mostly to find something to drink, but also to keep ahead of anyone that might be following him, though in all honestly he highly doubted his dad would chase after him for this long.
Rubbing his back one more time, Tim started walking forward, his boots crunching on the leaves and grass that covered the ground. As he made his way onward something started to feel off, it reminded him of the feeling he had felt right before he had fallen asleep, as if something wasn’t quite right. Quickly he turned around and peered into the trees, trying to see if there was something out there, but it was too dark to spot anything distinct. Trying to shrug it off the young man started walking onward again, occasionally casting a glance over his shoulder. But each time he was unable to spot anything out of the ordinary.
As he continued walking his thirst only grew and slowly he started paying less and less attention to any possibly danger and more attention to the thought of having some cool water fall down his parched throat. And that was the biggest mistake he could have made. With his mind so focused on finding water, Tim didn’t even hear the wolf until it was too late.
With a huge jump the black wolf slammed into the teenager, pinning him to the ground instantly. A surprised yelp escaped his mouth but was quickly cut off as his face was pushed into the ground. Fear pulsed through his entire body and Tim knew he needed to do something quickly or else the wolf would kill him without a second thought. Using his hands and legs the well muscled teen pushed up, trying to sit up, but the wolf was too heavy. It growled and bit into his shoulder, resulting in a scream from the young man.
Trying to hold back tears, Tim used his good arm to roll to the side, forcing the wolf to release it’s grip and freeing his body from the weight. By instinct he rolled into his back, only to realize his mistake as the wolf-who recovered quickly from his victim’s play at freedom - jumped on him again, pinning him down. The wolf’s yellow eyes glared at him, only a few inches away from his face and the blue eyed boy knew there was no escape. He would die at the hands of this beast. But in reality he knew he had brought it on himself. If he hadn’t run away then he would be safe at home, yes, he would have been miserable but at least he would have been alive… Or even if he had paid closer attention to his surroundings, he might have noticed the wolf sooner and somehow managed to avoid this fate. But this was not the case and as the wolf bared it’s teeth at him Tim closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen…
Thwang!
The strange yet slightly familiar sound filled the air and was followed by a dull thud. Eyes snapping open the teen saw the wolf’s eyes widen in surprise before they glazed over. As the animal died, it slumped over and fell on top of the boy, knocking the breath out of him. Out of pure instinct the young farmer pushed the large body off of him, taking a deep breath as his chest was freed from the extra weight. Before he even had time to register what had just happened an unfamiliar voice sounded out through the night air.
“Well, well, well what do we have here? A young boy out alone in the woods…what in the world are you doing here?!? You ruined my trap!”
It was about mid afternoon when Tim collapsed on the ground. He had been running almost non-stop since he fled his home, only taking a few five minute breaks to catch his breath. In all honesty, he was a little worried. After all, he really didn’t know where to find a Ranger…ok he did know where to find one or at least he had a good guess. In the past he had heard that Rangers lived near the castle of their fief, but he had no clue where the castle was. So all in all he was tired, unsure of where he was even going and starting to wonder if he ever should have left home in the first place. Seriously, was he even fit to be a Ranger? Yes, he wanted to save lives and to be more than just a farmer, but what skills did he have that qualified him to become one of them?
These thoughts rushed around in the teen’s mind, but soon they started slowing, his tiredness over came him once again. Curling up on the grass, he closed his eyes and let himself rest, really rest, for the first time in hours. A wild boar could’ve come running straight at him and he wouldn’t have moved, his body was just too tired and he could feel himself drifting slowly towards the unconsciousness know as sleep. But as he drifted off, Tim felt the slightest nagging in the back of his mind, like he should have done something before resting, but it disappeared as quickly as it came and in a matter of seconds he was fast asleep.
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As Tim’s eyes fluttered open the first thing he noticed was how dark it was. Night had already come to the forest and the moon barely shown through the trees. At first the teen was confused, where was he? Why wasn’t he in his bed at home? Then he remembered, he had run away, gone off to look for the Rangers. Sitting up, a low groan escaped his mouth as his muscles ached in protest. Only now did he realize how hard the ground underneath him was and although his bed at home wasn’t too much better, it at least had a little bit of padding.
“I should have slept on my blanket…” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his sore back. The aching calmed down some, but he was still quite sore and his discomfort only grew as his stomach rumbled. He hadn’t had anything to eat in almost a day! Looking around the brown haired boy quickly spotted his sack and opened it up. He pulled out a small loaf of bread that he had packed and quickly dug into it. Only after he finished it did he realize how thirsty he was, but unfortunately for him he had forgotten to pack a canteen.
Getting to his feet, Tim swung the sack over his shoulder then looked around, trying to see if there was any sign of a path. Earlier in the day he had tried to avoid paths so that there would be less chance of him being spotted, but now it didn’t really matter. No one would be traveling this late at night and he figured a path might lead him to some water. But as he searched the teen couldn’t catch sight of anything that even resembled a path. He really wanted to find a path but he knew he needed get a move on. Mostly to find something to drink, but also to keep ahead of anyone that might be following him, though in all honestly he highly doubted his dad would chase after him for this long.
Rubbing his back one more time, Tim started walking forward, his boots crunching on the leaves and grass that covered the ground. As he made his way onward something started to feel off, it reminded him of the feeling he had felt right before he had fallen asleep, as if something wasn’t quite right. Quickly he turned around and peered into the trees, trying to see if there was something out there, but it was too dark to spot anything distinct. Trying to shrug it off the young man started walking onward again, occasionally casting a glance over his shoulder. But each time he was unable to spot anything out of the ordinary.
As he continued walking his thirst only grew and slowly he started paying less and less attention to any possibly danger and more attention to the thought of having some cool water fall down his parched throat. And that was the biggest mistake he could have made. With his mind so focused on finding water, Tim didn’t even hear the wolf until it was too late.
With a huge jump the black wolf slammed into the teenager, pinning him to the ground instantly. A surprised yelp escaped his mouth but was quickly cut off as his face was pushed into the ground. Fear pulsed through his entire body and Tim knew he needed to do something quickly or else the wolf would kill him without a second thought. Using his hands and legs the well muscled teen pushed up, trying to sit up, but the wolf was too heavy. It growled and bit into his shoulder, resulting in a scream from the young man.
Trying to hold back tears, Tim used his good arm to roll to the side, forcing the wolf to release it’s grip and freeing his body from the weight. By instinct he rolled into his back, only to realize his mistake as the wolf-who recovered quickly from his victim’s play at freedom - jumped on him again, pinning him down. The wolf’s yellow eyes glared at him, only a few inches away from his face and the blue eyed boy knew there was no escape. He would die at the hands of this beast. But in reality he knew he had brought it on himself. If he hadn’t run away then he would be safe at home, yes, he would have been miserable but at least he would have been alive… Or even if he had paid closer attention to his surroundings, he might have noticed the wolf sooner and somehow managed to avoid this fate. But this was not the case and as the wolf bared it’s teeth at him Tim closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen…
Thwang!
The strange yet slightly familiar sound filled the air and was followed by a dull thud. Eyes snapping open the teen saw the wolf’s eyes widen in surprise before they glazed over. As the animal died, it slumped over and fell on top of the boy, knocking the breath out of him. Out of pure instinct the young farmer pushed the large body off of him, taking a deep breath as his chest was freed from the extra weight. Before he even had time to register what had just happened an unfamiliar voice sounded out through the night air.
“Well, well, well what do we have here? A young boy out alone in the woods…what in the world are you doing here?!? You ruined my trap!”
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