Author's Notes: I decided, as sort of challenge that came rather jokingly between myself and a friend awhile ago on how people would react to meeting the Godslayer, Belgarion, the first time. These will be drabbles (no less than a hundred, no more than a thousand), each drabble a different meeting from the each of the books. This one is Pawn of Prophecy
Disclaimer: Heh, mine? Are you kidding me? Not even close, I'm just playing around.
Word Count: 271
Rabbit
Blond hair and a flash of terrorized blue before the boy was gone. Silk wanted to laugh and he did laugh because he saw, in the flash and in that run, was a farmer's boy, a soft, feeble thing that had seen too little and not bright enough to have imagination to know the dangers outside those in his head. He was a child, country bumpkin who only had known in his life peace and contentment. There was no spine in him because he had never been tried against such dangers. It was not that Silk had any qualms about running or looked down on those that did. He had done far more running his life time than anything else, including fighting, but to run away from his known family when danger was afoot was just plain spineless, even cowardly. He had no use for cowards. Cowards were the ones that looked into their mother's face and complimented her beauty when they both knew he was lying. Cowards were the ones that still couldn't get past the fact that they were in love with someone they could never touch and wanted so badly but would never cross the line to get. Cowards lived in the darkened corners, eavesdropped their whole lives to hear sordid, dirty secrets that were best left quiet, and did not shed guilt about stabbing a man in the back. So he laughed at the boy, barely man, barely aged, with far too bright eyes that shined in the darkness and feet that trampled on the ground too loudly and wondered if he was really laughing at himself.