Will woke up, he looked around and, expecting he would find it he was in the inn. He was in a soft, silky bed, it’s maroon sheets crumpled from his sleep, still in the bed, he rolled onto his back and stretched, a yawn escaping his mouth.

He lay there for a bit, looking up at the palace ceiling, yesterday was a success.

He indeed did find his mother, and she was amazing. He had asked for the story, why did his father say those things? Yet the princess shrugged it off and told her son to get ready for dinner;

“We shall have a feast my son!” She smiled, her green eyes twinkling merrily down at him, “And then, I shall explain all.”

They hadn’t even reached the dining hall before King Smalls, Queen Heather, his mother and her royal escorts had been taken swiftly away and a servant had led him to this soft bed.

He hadn’t even learned her escorts names.

After all of this time, he had found her.

And then she had just slipped out of his fingers.

Again.

He wallowed in self pity a while longer when he heard a knock on the door.

He realized he wasn’t dressed, he mumbled ‘one second!’ And tumbled out of his warm bed and quickly dressed in the only clothes he had brought and quickly opened the door.

The same brown buck from before was there, his one eye stared down at the smaller buck.

Will gulped, he stood there awkwardly then spoke, “Hi, I’m Will.”

The tall buck seemed to be sizing him up, “I know, I am Jo, follow me.” He turned and swiftly walked away, Will struggled to keep up.

He wanted to yell ‘Wait!’ But that didn’t sound very princely, besides the fact that the tension between him and this ‘Jo’ seemed to be high.

He stopped in his tracks.

Jo.

He knew that name, he had read stories of this buck before. On how he had lost his other eye in a daring final battle between him and Kyle the Traitorous. How his eye had been hacked out and while he was practically swimming in his own pool of blood he had raised his bow and aimed though he was partly blind and on death's bed had taken the precious last arrow and made aim into the princes’ heart.

The Ultimate Archer.

“You!” Will exclaimed, his hero stood in front of him!

“Yes? Is there a problem?” Jo spoke coldly.

“You’re him! He is you.”

Jo gave him a quizzical glance then kept walking.

“You fought beside my Father for years! You fought alongside Helmer the Witty and Cole the Bold! You and my father were best friends! Only the Maker himself could separate the two of you. You-.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“What?” Will was confused.

“The war was long ago. And like it it has opened wounds and mended them.” Jo turned to Will. “The past is in the past. Let’s leave it at that, now come with me, we need to get you some new clothes, and not just some Farmer’s son’s hand me downs.”

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