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Young Heroes.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part I - "In Your Blood"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: February 28, 2011

Timoteo had waited while sitting at his new bed for around ten minutes before he began to grow restless. Getting up to his feet, he felt tempted for just a moment to look at the possessions underneath the other beds in the room, so he could try and get a sense of what his new roommates were like. He decided against it however, knowing he wouldn't appreciate it if he found evidence that someone had been rummaging around through his own belongings. He decided to take a look at one of the bookshelves near his bed, stepping closer to the one at his right side. He found that all of the books were in alphabetical order, and the titles of the books were all unfamiliar to him. Timoteo enjoyed to read immensely, and he looked forward to reading the books filling the shelves of the room, which surely numbered well over a full hundred.
He had only learned a basic level of reading from his school before his teachers focused on other material, but Timoteo had quickly taught himself to a reading level that surpassed his fellows. As he began to raise a hand towards a book entitled "Jack of Blades," intrigued by the title as he had remembered his father saying the very same name, he suddenly heard voices coming from the hall leading to the room he was in. Lowering his hand but making a mental note to read the book later, he stood by his bed and slipped his hands into his pockets, looking to the doorway across the room, waiting for the owners of the voices to enter the room. It didn't take long for them to do so, heading through the doorway. Timoteo saw that most of them were looking at one another and talking as they entered, but that one or two of them were looking forwards, and so began to take in what he looked like. Timoteo quickly glanced along the figures entering. There was three girls and four boys. "Hey! New kid!" One of the boys exclaimed as the group headed a little deeper into the room.
Timoteo raised a hand, saying "Hi." One of the girls suddenly began to march up to Timoteo, the others walking over slowly, looking at the girl that was approaching him quickly. "Oh, here we go..." Timoteo heard one of them mutter. The girl that marched up to Timoteo was a little bit taller than he was. Her hair was dirty blonde and went down to her shoulders, reaching down around her neck. Her skin was light and creamy, her eyes a lovely shade of deep brown. She was wearing a deep blue shirt as well as dark green pants, light brown shoes on her feet. She looked to be Timoteo's age. "What can you do?" She promptly commanded when she reached him, her face a little sour. Timoteo looked at her blankly. "Huh?" He mumbled with confusion. "She means are you a Hero of Strength, Skill or Will?" One of the boys asked. Timoteo said "Oh, W-Will." The girl crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't stammer, Avo knows it's unattractive." She said coldly.
Timoteo was a little intimidated by the girl. Why was she being mean to him? He didn't even know her, she didn't even know him. "Ease up on the boy. He's just arrived, he's likely confused and full of questions. Least we could do is introduce ourselves, first." A calm, compassionate voice said. Timoteo looked over to the voice's owner. It was a girl even taller than the one that had marched up to Timoteo, and from the look of things, she was even the tallest figure in the room. She had dark skin shaded almost like chocolate. She had an accent that, strangely enough, made her words very clear and precise, as if she were consciously thinking about each and every word that she wished to say as she said them. She was wearing clothes that seemed rather foreign to Timoteo; it was almost like a deep blue tunic of sorts, a big purple sash wrapped around her waist.
She had on purple boots that almost looked like they were made of some sort of velvet. She had dark brown hair, which was tied into a long ponytail behind her. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, her eyes looking very friendly and inviting. She didn't look like she was ten; she looked like she was at least twelve or so. She raised a hand close to her chest, saying "My name is Marst, I'm a Hero of Skill. It's a pleasure to meet you. Let me introduce everyone else for you." She stepped closer to the girl that had marched up to Kid, raising a hand and, with an almost condescending smile, brought her hand to the girl's left shoulder. "This is Darrah. She's a Hero of Strength." Darrah raised a hand and pointed a finger into Timoteo's face, the end of her finger rather close to his nose. She narrowed her eyes. "I could smack you down without breaking a sweat, pipsqueak. Don't forget it, mage."
She spoke the word "mage" as if it had been an insult of some kind. "Darrah is the resident tough guy." Marst said with a smile. Darrah shot her a dirty look from over her shoulder before shrugging Marst's hand from her shoulder. Marst walked over to the third girl, Timoteo's eyes drawn to her. She was pretty, something that Timoteo hadn't thought of very many girls before. She had very pale skin, almost ghostly white. She was about as tall as he was. She had messy black hair which hung down to her shoulder blades, her bangs unkempt and partially covering her eyes. She was wearing a loose red shirt with multiple holes and pulls in it. It was actually getting sort of ratty; Timoteo knew that if his mother had caught him wearing a shirt like that, she'd command him to take it off and throw it out. She had a black skirt on with dark gray leggings, the leggings having multiple holes and runs in them.
She didn't have any shoes on her feet. On her left wrist, she wore a glimmering bracelet with what looked like multiple trinkets and charms attached to it, but Timoteo wasn't close enough to see exactly what the charms were shaped like. Her eyes were a sort of gray shade, but what looked like a ring of pure red went around the outside edge of her irises, something that startled Timoteo. He had never seen eyes like her's. "This is Bianca. She's a Hero of Will, like you." Bianca simply stared into Timoteo's eyes unnervingly, saying nothing. Marst noticed this, smiling as she said "Don't worry, it's not you. She really only talks when she has no other choice, she never talks to any of us. For a bit we thought she was a mute, but a few of us have heard her speak with the Guildmaster, so we know that that is not the case." Timoteo nodded, noticing Bianca's eyes go to the floor once her introduction was over. Marst stepped over to the first of the four boys, resting a hand on his shoulder with a smile.
"This is Calvin. He's a Hero of Skill, like me." Calvin nodded at Timoteo with a smile. He was around Timoteo's height, wearing a gray shirt and dark brown pants, his shoes matching brown. His hair was blonde and spiked upwards. Marst stepped over to the next boy, saying "This is Pa-" The boy shot Marst a dark look, irritably saying "That's not my name!" Marst smiled apologetically, saying "Oh, forgive me. This is Brute. He's a Hero of Strength." Brute gave Timoteo a wave. Marst winked as she said "Brute's not his real name, it's his Hero name." Brute gave Marst another dark look, causing her to chuckle. Marst stepped over to the third boy, about to introduce him when the boy grinned and put his fists against his hips in a heroic pose, saying "Call me Gibbons! I'm a Hero of Skill, and I'll be the best thief Albion has ever seen!" Marst as well as two of the other boys chuckled. Timoteo had to admit, the boy's outburst had been a bit comical.
He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt with dark gray shorts, dark brown sandals on his feet. The fourth and last boy, Timoteo saw, was nervous and fidgety. Marst stepped over to him and said "And this is Travis, he's a Hero of Will. Forgive him if he seems a little nervous." Travis raised a hand, waving slightly, saying "H-Hello." He was dressed in a dark blue shirt with light blue pants, his shoes black. His hair was brown and messy, like Timoteo's own. Timoteo smiled and raised a hand, waving to everyone in one wide arc. "I'm Timoteo, but you can call me Tim you like, I don't mind either way." Darrah immediately spoke, her voice unimpressed and her face harsh as she said "Tim, you need a bath. You're covered in dirt. It's disgusting." Timoteo glanced around at himself.
He knew her to be right; his mother had wanted him to take a bath just before he had gone out to get her groceries. "I know, I didn't have time to take one before coming here." He said. Marst smiled and said "I'll bring you out to the bathhouse on the forest path, it'll just take a few minutes. While we're at it, I can answer any questions you have about the Guild. I've been here for two years, now. After you take a bath, we can get some supper and join the others in the library." Timoteo grinned a little. He liked the idea. "Okay, let's go!" He said enthusiastically, Marst grinning and beginning to lead him off. As the two of them left, Darrah shook her head. "What a weird kid." She muttered aloud.
Marst led Timoteo down into the front room of the Guild and down the stairs of the large opening just behind the Map Table, the opening that was between the two sets of stairs that went upwards. Down the small flight of stairs, Timoteo saw four openings in the curved wall ahead. The two in the middle seemed to lead down into the same large room, while the two openings to his far right and left appeared to go off to two separate rooms. Marst led Timoteo down one of the middle openings, going down a small flight of steps to reach the floor of the massive room they were in. The room was the biggest room Timoteo had ever seen inside a building, it was truly mammoth in size. Large sconces holding bowls with small chunks of burning wood were all along the walls, providing light. Similar things were hanging down from the ceiling, offering light to the middle of the room. A pair of quite long tables, spanning nearly the entire breadth of the room, had about a dozen Heroes seated at each of their sides, leading to four dozen Heroes being in the room.
A door to the left of the room led off somewhere else, and Timoteo saw a woman go in with an empty tray, coming back a moment later with a tray full of food. Marst led him down to the bottom of the stairs, crossing the room, going past the two tables. Up ahead and behind the tables, there was another two sets of stairs, but they went up and to the outside, something Timoteo could easily recognize by the view of the night sky he had. Between the two sets of stairs and behind the tables, there was a rather large fireplace, which was currently lit and ablaze, offering more light and warmth. Marst led him up one of the two sets of stairs, heading to the outside. Bushes, trees, and hedges were everywhere, along with cobblestone paths. "This place is beautiful..." Timoteo said quietly, walking along with Marst still, crossing a small stone bridge that went over the creek.
As he looked to his right and to another stone building like the one his room was located within, he heard Marst say "The same is said by just about anybody with an appreciation for beauty as they see this place. I know I said the same." As the two crossed more of the grounds and went on a dirt path that Timoteo could see lead up to a small wooden gate, his mind didn't really hold all that many questions. The two were quiet as they went up to the wooden gate. As Marst pushed open the door to the right, Timoteo asked "So, um...What's life here like?" Marst smiled and said "It's safe. It can be tough, but only if you're lazy. Pretty much all day every day, you train to learn how to use your abilities as well as help out around the Guild. After supper, which is happening right now, the apprentices go into the library and study on either the Guild, Heroes, or their particular type of Talent. We do that for a bit before going to sleep in our room. You know, I was alone here for quite some time before the others were found. I came here when I was ten, and I was alone until about two months ago. That's when all the others began to come in."
Timoteo nodded. Walking through the gate had put them on a dirt path leading into a forest, which the two were walking along. The soft sounds of nature surrounded the both of them. The trees were tall and thick with green foliage. It was already dark, but there were lit torches standing up in bronze holders all along the path, illuminating it. "Does Darrah act like that with everybody?" Timoteo found himself asking at one point. Marst smiled and nodded. "With everyone except for me. She was the first to come here, but once the others starting coming, she acted like that with them all...Aside from Bianca. Come to think of it, she only really teased the boys. Strange....But it's no biggie. She only teased them for a few days before relaxing, it shouldn't be any different with you." Timoteo sighed inwardly. "That's good." He said. Marst smiled and bumped into his side with her own. "Don't worry about her. I like to think of myself as everyone's big sister. If she gives you too much trouble, I'll help you."
Timoteo smiled and unknowingly blushed a little. After a few more minutes of walking, the two spotted a clearing in the trees to their right. In the clearing was a small pool of water, the water looking crystal clear and completely pristine. Timoteo then noticed it was because the water wasn't stagnant, it was flowing, coming in from the left side of the clearing and eventually flowing through the trees to the right. "This pool is for the young ones and for the shorter Heroes. It flows into the creek that goes through the Guild of Heroes. We all take our baths here after our long days of training. The bigger pool for adults is down the path a little more." Marst raised a hand near her face, smiling with closed eyes as she held back a giggle without much success. Timoteo was blushing deeply at the thought of bathing with other people. He liked privacy, after all. Marst said "I can tell you're going to be a lot like the others. Just about everybody had a problem with bathing with other people, except for myself and Gibbons. We're fine with it because we both used to bathe with our families before coming here, although we did it for different reasons."
She brought her hand near her chest, smiling still as she said "Where I come from, family is very important, blood is thicker than anything else. We used to bathe together because it is a custom that is believed to help keep families close together, tightknit. I believe Gibbons said his family bathed together because they couldn't afford to do so at separate times." Timoteo smiled a little, but he was still blushing with embarrassment. "Is "Gibbons" his real name?" He asked. Marst put her hands on her hips. "You know, I don't know...It's the only name I've heard him go by during his time at the Guild. It may just be a Hero name he thought up for himself, or it may really be his true name, who knows? I like it, though. "Gibbons" sounds cool, I think." The two went quiet for a moment before Marst said "Well, aren't you going to get in?"
Timoteo looked at her with blush burning under his cheeks. Although the water was clear and clean, there weren't really any torches illuminating the water, so he knew that once he got in that Marst probably wouldn't be able to see him. Marst realized why he was blushing, chuckling softly, turning around. "Sorry, I'm still used to how my family and I were. I bathed by myself for the longest time here before the others came, and my old ways still haven't adapted. I apologize." Timoteo, with embarrassment, mumbled "It's okay..." Sheepishly, glancing at Marst every few seconds to make sure she wasn't looking at him, he began to undress. Resting his clothes in a pile by the water, he stepped down into it, his toes sinking into the soft mud at the bottom of the pool. The water was frigid, Timoteo feeling all warmth drained from him. The water was so cold, he was surprised that it wasn't ice. "Oh Avo, it's so cold!" He exclaimed, not even getting down into the pool, simply standing.
He heard Marst go into a raucous fit of laughter. He seethed with annoyance for a few moments, his face filled with blush. Marst, unknowingly to Timoteo, turned around and looked at the back of his form. "Trust me, at the end of a long day of physical activity, water that cold feels wonderful. I'd suggest just cleaning some of the really dirty spots before getting out, it might be too cold for you right now." She grinned a little before saying "I forgot a towel for you. I'll be back in a minute." He heard Marst take off, running in the direction that they had come from. He was surprised by her footsteps. She ran much faster than anybody he had ever known. Timoteo groaned softly as he looked down at the water around his calves. He knew he was going to have to clean himself up at some point or another and that, although it would be awful, he might as well clean himself up fully right then and there.
When Marst came back to Timoteo, he had his arms crossed over his chest, the boy shuddering and shaking like mad. He looked thoroughly chilled, but completely cleansed. Now that he was cold, he seemed less shy, facing Marst by the edge of the pool as he said "T-Toss me a t-towel!" Marst smiled and tossed him one, Timoteo instantly tying it around his waist. As he got out, Marst approached him with another towel, rubbing along his arms and chest with it. "Stand still, you're going to freeze to death if you walk around with the water still on you." She said with just a touch of amusement to her voice. Her actions reminded him of his mother, Timoteo standing still as Marst dried his body from the waist up. She dried up his hair, paying special attention to it, getting all the cold water out before feeling and patting his hair down flat.
She turned around and he dried himself up below the waist, pulling on his clothes afterwards. The two starting to head back towards the Guild, Timoteo asked "Does Bianca really not talk to anybody?" Marst shook her head. "She hasn't really said anything to us since she came to the Guild. The Guildmaster told us her name for her. I've seen her whispering to the Guildmaster a few times, and I could just barely hear the sound of her voice. Her voice sounds light and soft, kind of gentle. I think it's cute, but she almost never talks to us, it's too bad." Marst put her hands on her hips as she said "I remember the time when Travis cast the Lightning spell for the first time. Bianca actually congratulated him, although it wasn't a very excited congratulations. He blushed, anyway." Marst grinned a little, then. Timoteo looked to her and said "Is "Marst" your real name or your Hero name?" Marst looked to him, giving him a wink, saying "My real name. I don't think I'm going to pick a Hero name, I think I'll just go by my own name. That's allowed, you know."
Timoteo nodded in understanding, smiling a little. Timoteo didn't really have any other questions, so the two walked in silence to the wooden gate, walking through it back on to the Guild's grounds. "What're we going to eat?" Timoteo asked. Marst's face was brightened with a grin as she said "What we usually eat, I'd guess. Meat, potatoes, and vegetables. There's fruit too, if you want. We'll each get a big glass of water too, and you can have as much as you want. Most of the adults will be drinking some type of alcohol." Timoteo nodded slightly in understanding. As they approached the main Guild building, they walked down into the dining hall once more. The hall was still full of people, but it wasn't as totally packed as it had been before. There were now sections at the two tables, although small sections, that were free and clear. Marst waved for Timoteo to follow her, walking off and heading towards the doorway that Timoteo had spotted earlier.
The scents of cooking food wafted out through the room up ahead, reminding Timoteo of his mother's kitchen in the time leading up to her unveiling of a big feast. Walking inside, Timoteo spotted several large ovens behind a long counter, the air in the room rather warm due to the fires in each oven. People dressed as cooks were working behind the counter, a large table just beside the doorway covered in wooden trays for food. Marst grabbed two trays, handing one to Timoteo. "Just walk up and hand them your tray." She said, smiling a little. Timoteo felt a little shy, but he did as Marst bid, walking up to the counter, and handing the man behind it his tray. The man gave him a disarming smile before turning and heading off towards one of the nearby ovens. Timoteo looked over as Marst walked over, handing one of the other people behind the counter her own tray. She looked over to Timoteo, smiling, raising a hand and pointing at the space in front of him. Curiously, he looked over, seeing the cook to have already returned with his tray. His tray had a plate with two large chunks of nicely cooked meat on it, along with a big pile of mashed potatoes. A pile of corn and peas was set off by his potatoes.
A glass of water was on his tray, as well as a knife and a fork. Carefully and gratefully, Timoteo took the tray, seeing Marst to already have her's, as well. Walking together, they headed back into the other room, seeing that even more people had departed from the room, leaving only a few people at the two dinner tables. Timoteo and Marst took a seat together at one of the tables, beginning to dig in to their food. "I guess the others already ate?" Timoteo asked at one point. Marst nodded, saying "Looks like it. They must already be in the library." Timoteo and Marst were silent from then on until they finished their food. When they finished their food, they brought their trays to the end of the table, where everybody else piled up their dishes and trays. Marst grinned and said "Follow me, I'll show you to the library!" Timoteo followed after her after she suddenly started to run up the nearby set of stairs, heading up into the front room of the Guild once more.
Timoteo ran after her as she went down one of the paths to the side, taking him down a few twists and turns before they suddenly stopped. Timoteo was panting lightly, but Marst didn't seem tired in the slightest. "We're here." She said. They went around a corner, finding themselves in a large room filled with bookshelves, the bookshelves completely stuffed with books. Timoteo saw most of the others at a table nearby, seated at it and reading tomes of varying sizes. Marst smiled at him and said "Just find a book and start reading, we'll be here for a little over an hour. The books on Will are all on the left, the book on Skill are all on the far wall, and the books on Strength are all to the right." Timoteo nodded, heading off to the left, slipping down an aisle.
Glancing along at the bookshelves, he went to the very end and walked around the far side of a bookshelf, entering another aisle. He was surprised to see Bianca at the far end of the aisle, seated on the ground with her back against the shelf behind her, her legs crossed as she read a book. The thick book in her hands had a red leather cover with it's title done in black ink, but Timoteo couldn't make out the title. "Oh, h-hi, Bianca." Timoteo said. She took a hand from her book, waving at him for a moment before holding her book again, not even looking at him. Timoteo glanced to the left and right for a moment, saying "So, do I really just grab any book?" She nodded, still not looking at him. He looked over and glanced along the titles of the books in the shelf that had been, up to a moment ago, to his right side.
Eventually, he spotted a book entitled "The Ways of the Pyromancer". Curious about what a "pyromancer" was, Timoteo pulled the book out, looking back to Bianca. "Do you not sit with the others?" He asked. She shook her head, still not looking up from her book. Timoteo glanced down the aisle, only partially seeing the table where everyone else was sitting. From his position, he only saw Darrah and Brute at the table. Timoteo made a bit of a face at the thought of spending time near Darrah. What if she tried to pick on him or tease him? Looking back to Bianca, he asked "Mind if I sit with you?" Her eyes suddenly snapped up from her book, stabbing right into his own. Timoteo flinched slightly. "I-I mean, if you don't want me to, it's okay."
Bianca looked back down to her book. She shrugged. "Can I?" Timoteo asked. Bianca didn't react for a moment. She nodded slightly, locks of her dark hair swaying along her cheeks. Timoteo smiled. He moved closer and took a seat beside her, his back against the bookshelf, like her. A few inches of space remained between them, Timoteo making sure not to sit too close to her lest she feel uncomfortable. "What're you reading?" He asked. Bianca tilted the book to the side slightly, so he could see the cover. "The Void, Fact or Fairytale?" was written across the front of the book. "What's the Void?" Timoteo asked. "That's what I'm trying to find out." He suddenly heard Bianca say. Her voice was soft and gentle, sounding rather timid and perhaps shy to Timoteo. Timoteo couldn't help but smile a little. Her voice was kind of cute. He looked to his book and turned it open to the first page, but he couldn't help but ask the question that was running across his mind.
"Why don't you talk to a lot of people?" He asked, looking to her once more. She didn't react in the slightest, saying nothing and making no movement. Timoteo lost his smile, but he didn't say anything more. Looking to the first page of his book, he was treated to a drawn image of a man dressed in long, flowing robes, twin spheres of fire floating in the palms of his hands. Just underneath it, in pretty cursive writing, was the word "Pyromancer". Turning the page, Timoteo began to read the book, getting drawn into the words. Pyromancers, it seemed, were Will users that specified in fire spells. The two most easily learned spells for fledgling pyromancers were Fireball and Enflame, but a multitude of fiery spells had been thought up by expert Will users, and were all available for learning if one desired them. Timoteo read on and on, not even realizing it when the hour or so of reading passed.
Marst walked over when the time was up, smiling a little as she said "I'm surprised you didn't join the rest of us, Tim. I suppose after Darrah teased you earlier though that it's understandable. C'mon, we're all done here. Time to get some sleep. Your training starts tomorrow, right?" Timoteo stood up, nodding, pushing his book back where he had found it on the shelf in front of him. Bianca stood up, turning around, putting her book back on the shelf that she had gotten it from. The three walked out from the aisle, Darrah standing nearby with her arms crossed over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face. All the others had already began to leave the library, but Darrah had waited for Marst and the others. "Timoteo, don't tell me you're going to start acting like Bianca." She said when Timoteo walked out of the aisle, surprising him. He looked at her quietly for a moment before curiously asking "What do you mean?"
Darrah's face grew a little annoyed for a moment before it went back to simply unimpressed. "I mean, all quiet and untalkative, ignoring everybody by hiding off in some aisle while you read." Timoteo didn't really know what to say. Bianca seemed to simply ignore Darrah, starting to walk off casually and leave the library. Marst stayed by Timoteo however, standing up for him, coolly saying "Darrah, leave him alone. How can you blame him, he's probably staying away from us all because you're bothering him." Darrah made a bit of a face like she were surprised, almost as if she didn't even think that she were bothering him with her words. Timoteo said "I'm not avoiding you all because of Darrah, I just...I saw Bianca there, asked her if I could sit by her, and she nodded. When I started reading, I just never left, I got really into it." Darrah waved a hand at Marst dismissively, saying "There, you see?"
Marst pouted her lips off to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes a little, but she said nothing. The group started to walk off, leaving the library. As they started up the stairs by the Map Table and headed down the hallway towards their sleeping quarters, Darrah said "So, Timoteo, going to miss your family?" Timoteo glanced at Darrah. Marst sighed, saying "Darrah. Don't." Darrah looked to Marst with an innocent face, saying "What? I'm just wondering if he's going to miss his mommy or daddy, considering he won't see them again until he's an adult." Timoteo hadn't fully realized the situation at hand, but thanks to Darrah's words, he unfortunately did. Realizing he would never see his parents or brother again until he was much older, tears began to swim in his eyes. Timoteo walked faster than the two girls, heading into the room he shared with the others.
"Darrah, why do you do that?" He heard Marst say with annoyance behind him. He heard Darrah say something, but in his rush to reach his bed, he couldn't make out her words. "Hey, Tim, you alright?" He heard Gibbons ask. Timoteo didn't respond, kicking off his shoes when he reached his bed, simply jumping in with all of his clothes still on, shutting his eyes tight. "Darrah, you seriously need to stop your crap, your bullying is getting annoying." He heard Calvin say. "For Avo's sake, you made him tear up." Brute said. "Apologize, Darrah." Marst said. He heard Darrah mumble something, but he couldn't make it out.
Everybody went quiet then. Marst went around the room, putting out the candles and torches, leaving the room in total darkness aside from the gentle rays of moonlight that came in through the large window-like openings on the wall across from the beds. Timoteo opened his eyes at one point. In one of the beds beside his own, in the very farthest corner of the room, Bianca lay in her bed. She lay on her side like he did, only she was facing him. She had her eyes open. They locked eyes for a few moments before Timoteo shut his eyes again, sleep taking hold of him.
Timoteo awoke with a groggy groan. "Awake, Timoteo?" He heard Darrah say. He opened his eyes, sitting up quickly with surprise, looking over to his right. He had awoken while lying on his back, and Darrah's voice had come from his right side. She was dressed in the same clothes she had worn the day before, sitting on the bed to the right of Timoteo's own, an opened book in her hands. She had been apparently reading while waiting for him to wake up. He rubbed at his eyes for a few moments before looking around. Everybody was gone, aside from her and himself. "Where is everybody?" He asked. Darrah closed her book, standing up and pushing the book back onto the shelf between Timoteo's bed and the bed she had been sitting on.
"Out training. We all woke up an hour ago. I told the Guildmaster I'd stick around until you woke up, which also means, like it or not, we're stuck training with each other for the day." Timoteo sighed inwardly, already feeling dread come over him. "Listen..." She said, Timoteo looking over to her. Darrah had her eyes on the floor, facing him from the side of his bed. "About yesterday..." She looked up to his eyes. "...I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you cry." Timoteo made a bit of a face of annoyance as he threw his bed sheets from himself. "I didn't cry." He said indignantly. Darrah's face went a little surprised. "Really? The others said you did." Timoteo's face went more annoyed as he slipped on his shoes.
"My eyes got a little watery, but only because they're stupid. I didn't cry." Darrah's face remained surprised for a few moments before she smiled a little darkly. "Okay then. Let's go. Everybody's outside already, and we've got a long day ahead of us. I won't be making our training easy or fun for you." Timoteo began to understand how it was that he should act with Darrah. She acted tough, so he felt he should act tough right back with her. Maybe she'd lay off if he did? Timoteo smiled with competitiveness, saying "Good, 'cause I wasn't planning on going easy on you, either." Darrah grinned a little, saying "Just watch it mage, or I'll smack you around in the dirt and make you tear up some more."
Timoteo had a carefree smile on his face as he kept his eyebrows raised, saying "Tough words...For a girl." Darrah's face went annoyed, but a smile was on her face as she barked "Run, mage!" Timoteo suddenly heard her chasing after him, the boy letting out a surprised cry and racing away, sprinting down the hallway leading away from the bedroom, Darrah giving chase.
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