Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea of a modern-day Ranger's Apprentice, and even then there's been fanfics about that before this one. This disclaimer will not expire till the end of the fanfic.

Will looked over his should worriedly. Horace was after him again, taunting him mercilessly. If he could just stay ahead of him a bit longer….

"Oh come on Will, you know you can't escape me!" Horace taunted. Will shook his head and ran faster, his breath coming in short bursts. Finally he reached the fig tree, the one place that he could escape Horace, and swung up smoothly and quickly.

"Thats right, Will No-Name. Run away. No one will ever want you, and you know it!" Horace called as Will settled into the uppermost branches. Will grimaced, but was wise enough to hide it. If Horace were to find out that that was the insult that hurt the most, if would provide a bigger weapon to the boy.

The thing was, Horace was right. No one would want him. He was a nobody, with nothing to his name. He wasn't smart and beautiful like Alyss, nor was he smart and witty like George. He wasn't a ray of sun like Jenny, and he certainly wasn't strong like Horace.

Will had been found on the doorsteps of Mayor Arald's orphanage, created for the children who's parents died in the war. With him, was a note.

His mother died in childbirth, his father died a hero.

Please care for him. His name is Will.

No surname, just that. Over the years, Will had given his father an image, imagining him as a brave soldier, taking down thousands of enemy troops, finally being taken down with a gun in his hand.

But he could never see his father's face.

Tomorrow was his last chance to become adopted. Some people from town would come in and see if there were any orphans they might want.

Will just hoped he would be chosen.

Any children not chosen would be sent into foster care, which Will wasn't looking forwards to.

When he finally climbed down, fingers slightly numbed from the cold autumn breeze, the stars were shining hopefully down on him.

'Thats if I'm not chosen? Would foster care really be such a bad thing? What if I am chosen, would my family be kind? Or would they be cruel?' These thoughts followed Will, finally slowing and stopping as he drifted off to sleep.

So ya, mostly just a filler. For the first little bit I'm going to follow the book pretty closely, but then I get to have some fun and make it modern! I will be keeping the weapons for the Rangers the same, however Horace's weapons are going to different. If you don't like guns, I don't recommend that you read this fanfic because that's going to be there knight's main weapons. I do t know guns at all, so I might mis-write them. If I do, politely tell me and, if you know, how I might fix it.

-Writers Block