Rangers apprentice fanfiction prt 1
We promised it now it's here, staring lovable old Crowley and a new character that is yet to be seen in this part. That being said this going to be a multipart story so keep your eyes peeled and let the story commence!!
That day had probably been the most terrifying and exciting day of Crowley’s life. Pritchard had warned him that it wouldn’t be easy to gain a standing with the rangers, coming from such a humble home as he did, compared to the rest of the apprentices, soon to be full fledged rangers.
So he’d put in the work and fought to become skilled in the arts of archery, knife throwing, tracking, and coffee drinking, among others. He’d graduated, been suitably embarrassed as he received his silver oakleaf…
Crowley shook his head, not sure why he was thinking about that now. He was in the middle of a very problematic situation. Four men had him surrounded, and they were stuck in one room inside a castle full of people who would be very angry if they knew who he really was, and why he was really here.
He would have been willing to take them on if it weren’t for the courier in the corner. He’d been bound and gagged, bait for a trap against Crowley. And these were Genovesans.
“Put down your weapons, Signor!” one, who appeared to be the leader, ordered him harshly.
“If you comply we will take you to have trial, if not, well…” a second genovesan shrugged, indicating his poisoned crossbow bolts.
“A trial? You mean a circus run by some pompous official masquerading as a wise, just, and benevolent ruler?” Crowley put as much disgust as he could muster -which was quite a bit- into his voice. He hoped that he could keep the Genovesans talking and distract them from the fact that he wasn’t dropping his weapons and that he was planning something.
“I cannot speak for the rulers of my country.” The Genovesan in charge shrugged. The Genovesan people seemed to be very fond of the action.
“How long do you think it will take that poison of yours to kill me?” Crowley asked.
“Merely a matter of days, that is, if we don’t hit you somewhere tender.” Another shrug, this time accompanied by a wicked smile.
“So, I’d have time to take a couple of you with me, wouldn’t I?”
“Perhaps, but you would have to catch us first.”
“Shall I challenge you to a duel instead?” Just keep him talking, Crowley thought.
“Why should I agree to that when we have you here, trapped, with evidence of you plotting against your own country and ours? If you were willing to do that, who is to say you would not try to, mmm..stack the odds in your favor?” Sir shrugs-a-lot licked his lips and bared his teeth.
“What evidence?” Crowley was taken aback for a second.
“Why the courier, trussed up for the soup pot.”
“And my king is supposed to believe that I did that to him? That I was the one planning to kill them?”
“When the ship’s captain, who you paid for passage to Arridi comes forth and we give our words that we found you here, a knife held to his throat and only managed to fight you off of him, you were so full of a murderous rage.”
“He’s to believe your word over mine?”
“More witnes-” The Genovesan’s words cut off and he collapsed to the floor. The other two looked around nervously, wondering what had happened.
“Less witnesses, it would seem.” Crowley shrugged this time.
