John Flanagan

The the uncertainty was dispelled and the melancholy lifted as he saw a familiar stocky figure moving near one of the tents. “Halt!” he cried out gladly, and a slight pressure with his knees set Tug galloping through the deserted Gathering site. The dog, caught by surprise, barked once, then shot in pursuit like an arrow from a bow. The grim-faced Ranger straightened from the fire at the sound of his former student’s voice. He stood, hands on hips and a frown on his face as Will and Tug careered toward him. But inside, there was a lightening of his heart that he never failed to feel when in Will’s company. Not for the first time, the realization hit Halt that Will was no longer a mere boy. No one wore the Silver Oakleaf if he hadn’t proven himself to be worthy. Despite himself, he felt a surge of pride.


The the uncertainty was dispelled and the melancholy lifted as he saw a familiar stocky figure moving near one of the tents. “Halt!” he cried out gladly, and a slight pressure with his knees set Tug galloping through the deserted Gathering site. The dog, caught by surprise, barked once, then shot in pursuit like an arrow from a bow. The grim-faced Ranger straightened from the fire at the sound of his former student’s voice. He stood, hands on hips and a frown on his face as Will and Tug careered toward him. But inside, there was a lightening of his heart that he never failed to feel when in Will’s company. Not for the first time, the realization hit Halt that Will was no longer a mere boy. No one wore the Silver Oakleaf if he hadn’t proven himself to be worthy. Despite himself, he felt a surge of pride.

– John Flanagan –

The Sorcerer in the North

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