Hi! How is everyone? This is a small one shot I came up with. Hope you enjoy!

Will watched as the casket was lowered into the ground, barely noting the rain that was starting to fall and everyone leaving. He couldn't leave. He couldn't leave a peice of himself. Not when it was to be put in a wooden box in the ground. It wasn't fair! This wasn't suppose to happen! He had already lost Aylss. He couldn't lose Halt too! Halt... Halt was all he had left. Alyss was dead. Cassandra was running a kingdom. Horace, an army. Maddie was a full fleched Ranger now. Gilan was always busy. Lady Paulien had to much paperwork, on top of her husband's death. Halt... He had always been there. Through the rough and the bad, he knew Halt would help see him through. But now... He was gone. And Will wasn't, couldn't leave him there. No. Not this time. Not again.

Will wrote furiously in his notebook. He had an idea. It couldn't fail. If he could compare how many times he had failed Halt to the times he had made him proud he could make his decision. Leave the Corps or not? Oh memory, he thought. Don't fail me now..

The Fails, Will wrote. One, a scar because of a Kalkara. Two, the capture of a princess and I. Three, a banishment. Four, a warmweed addict. Five, a war. Six, a seige of a castle. Seven, the capture of an Oberjarl. Eight, the death of a brother. Nine, a pouisened arrow. Ten, the capture of a friend. Eleven, a rift between a courier and a princess. Twelve, a harmed horse. Thirteen, a speech for a wedding. Fourteen, a wrecked cabin. Fifteen, Will struggled to write this final one. Not being there when it counted the most.

The times I made him proud. Will wiped away a few tears. One, staying a Ranger's apprentice. Two, survivng as a slave. Three, becoming a silver oakleaf bearing Ranger. Four, going after a friend. Five, not giving in. Six, taking an apprentice myself. Seven, following the call of duty.

Will smiled, having a conclusion. The number of fails out weighed the number of making his former mentor proud. But when he looked back, all the nods and eyebrows... Those were worth three cheers coming from Halt. Yes, the Ranger thought. I will stay. But every once in a while, Will sits back a lets his mind wander. Back to the years of old. Back to the years he likes to call... The apprentice years.

Thats it! I hope you liked it! See ya! Please R&R!