Oath of Silence

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Allioss, Sep 28, 2013.

  1. Hey there! Seems like there's been an increase in new stories lately, so I thought I'd contribute :D
    Please post on the feedback thread, and not this one :)

    The sun was meditating, the birds were setting, and I was chirping.

    Wait, no, that's not right. I let out a sigh. My thoughts always got pissed when I was jumbled. Ugh. Switch that. The current object of my frustration was that absolute idiot, Lynn. That guy always thinks he's so clever, and it ticks me off. Well actually, a lot of stuff ticks me off, but that's what meditating was for, right? I focused on the sun, it's crimson red fading to orange farther up in the sky, spilling out like ink in water. I continued to stare at the sun, breathing deeply, calming myself down. It's not like it would do any damage, considering the fact that I'm a cleric, but I averted my gaze anyways. I still wasn’t entirely a piece, so I started counting the brown shingles of the roof I was sitting on.
    I tried not to think about Lynn, knowing that I'd start getting angry again, but he'd gotten me so worked up I couldn't relax. Everything about that idiot made me mad. His stupid lopsided grin, the way he mispronounced my name, Dunan, as done-in instead of dune-in, on purpose add I might, and how he meditates my interruptions, and-

    Wait, what was that? It sounded like someone was up here, too. On the roof, I mean. That’s where I meditating, the roof of Sunstone Monastery. Oddly enough, I’m a resident here. My family sent me here because I “have anger management problems and need the Church”. Hmph. I heard another sound, like someone stepping in a metal boot. Oh, no, no no no, that idiot was not up here, this is my happy place, this is my happy place-

    “Hey there Dunan! What’re you doing up here?” It was Walking Tincan himself. He may not be that bright, but I did mentally give him props for managing to get up here in the steel armor he never took off.

    I looked over my shoulder to him, and gave as icy a stare as my blue eyes could muster, which is pretty icy in my opinion. “I’m working on knitting a sweater, Lynn. What does it look like?”

    “It looks like you’re lonely.”

    “Hah!” I snorted. “That’s a good one. I didn’t think you made jokes.”

    “I’m serious,” he said defensively. The Walking Tincan’s eyes looked like a kicked puppy. How pathetic.
    “Anyways, Father Ranavis told me to find you because it’s time for dinner.”

    “Oh. Thanks, I guess.” I began walking over to where I’d climbed up, when I felt a gauntleted hand on my shoulder. I whipped around and stepped back, thankfully away from the edge. “What was that for?!” I snapped, knowing that this wasn’t going to end well for either of us if I got pushed over the edge-literally or figuratively.

    “It’s just...everyone is worried about you, Dunan.” Lynn actually looked like he was telling the
    truth, and even more surprisingly he had said my name correctly.

    My brows furrowed together. “What? What have I done to worry anyone?”

    The man stood there for a few seconds, keeping the worried look in place. Then his lopsided grin
    took over, and I could feel my temper rising. “Hah! Got you! That confused look on your face-”

    I didn’t mean to push him off the roof. It just kind of happened.