He Released the Magic Sword
After awhile, he had to stop. His lungs burned and the muscles in his legs ached and started to cramp. Wil put his back against the base of a large oak and released his grip on the magic sword, the crystal caste blade glowing faintly. Ardmore Forest went dark. It took Wil a moment for his eyes to adjust. He fought to slow his breathing and sunk slowly to the ground. He closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic chirping of insects. His body was wet with sweat and he shivered slightly in the cold, night air. He was so tired he almost fell asleep then and there, but he forced himself up and started walking. As he walked, he thought of Conner. He had defended him in front of the others! Wil replayed the scene in his memory and saw the hysteric crowd, clubs and torches held high, rush the guardsman. Conner was braver and stronger than any of the men who attacked (of that Wil was certain), but they outnumbered him. He silently hoped that his friend wasn't hurt.