Aeneas always became so frustrated. His face becoming as red as his hair. He jumped up and down as Jowan held the stolen spell book just out of his grasp. "Stop it! I don't like it!" Yelled the angry five-year-old Aeneas, his hair flying everywhere. His tiny hands just barely grazing the offending book. Aeneas didn't like Jowan and his stupid curly hair! He always made fun of him!
The two apprentices were in the first level of the library, and they weren't alone. Aeneas' pointed ears burnt red with embarrassment when he saw and felt everyone stare at them. The Mages and newly-recruited Templars laughed good humouredly at the spectacle. Such was kids to tease each other, regardless of magic. This, however, didn't seem to be serious. It was just too precious seeing a cute and chubby five-year-old elven boy jump for something he couldn't reach.
"Stop what? This?" The seven-year-old Jowan grinned, bringing the book even closer to Aeneas then suddenly brought it up again when Aeneas jumped. "But I can't stop this! How will you get your exercise?" Jowan laughed, his short curls bouncing in mirth. He brought Aeneas' first spell book just slightly into his reach, if only he jumped. Again. Then quickly snatched it away. Jowan grinned, he watched Aeneas start to get tears in his large green eyes. "Aww… are you gonna cry?" He knew Aeneas would get in trouble by the Senior Enchanter for not bringing his spell book with him to class. Jowan grinned widely. It was almost time for his class. It was fun tormenting the younger apprentice!
"Give it back!" The high-pitched scream filled the first level of the library. He still jumped. Still not able to reach it. He hated everyone watching him, and he didn't want any of their help! He'd show them all!
"Give what back?" Jowan grinned. Still not allowing Aeneas to reach it.
Aeneas stopped after his fifty-seventh jump and glared up at him, his little chest heaving with each breath he took. Then he huffed and crossed his arms defiantly. Until a thought came to him. He ran off.
"Hey, where you going?" Jowan followed Aeneas. The Templars followed Jowan. Aeneas' spell book still in Jowan's hand. He knew Aeneas wouldn't go to class without his spell book. Besides it was in the opposite direction. Hang on! He wasn't going to dob on him, was he? He better not. He'd— ofph!
Aeneas whacked a heavy leather-bound tome on Jowan's head. Aeneas frowned dangerously at Jowan who laid on the floor. He carefully put 'The Chronicles of Andraste' down. Aeneas then retrieved his spell book and smiled happily, all the previous anger and frustration, forgotten. Happy with having solved the problem. He began walking. Though upon opening it, his mouth dropped. There was blood on the pages! Aeneas saw the Templars approach him. He turned his body around to look at Jowan, who was still lying on the floor. This time, with a pool of blood originating from his head.
"Aww, man…!" They're going to take his building blocks away!