Little backstory here…
I was playing Minecraft with my sister, ifalltheyearwereplayingholidays, and the deal was that whoever dies first has to write and publish a story with a one-word prompt from the winner that night. I, of course, lost, and thus am writing with my prompt: Minecraft. Since my sister's making me suffer, I'm making her suffer as well by writing about one of our least favourite characters of all time. The following will be filled with slams towards Elyan, so warning on that.
Elyan collapsed down on the sofa with a heavy sigh, pulled his arm over his eyes and groaned. It had been a long day at work, and he'd gone out with friends for drinks after, and now all he wanted to do was sleep. He glanced over at the desk in the corner of the room, an open notebook and ready pen still waiting on top.
He groaned again and rubbed at his eyes, shifting into a sitting position. He didn't want to think about having to write to his sister at the moment, but trying to go to sleep would give him nothing else to think about but that. It had been nearly three years now, and it still just didn't feel like the right time to write back. He stood up and walked to the desk, opening the drawer and sifting through the letters from Gwen.
She was angry - that much was clear enough from her writing. But she was also sad, too. That made Elyan sad as well, but not enough to really do anything. It just… didn't feel right, yet, writing her back, letting her know that he was still alive. Letting her know that he's sorry their dad had died, letting her know that he even knows that he died. All these things that she has a right to know as a sister, and he just couldn't bring himself to put a pen to paper. It just never felt the right moment.
Elyan dropped the letters back in their drawer and closed it shut, moving back to the sofa afterwards. He couldn't sleep, not with thinking about how alone Gwen probably was. But he also couldn't write to her and fix it, not when it wasn't the right time yet. So instead, he opted for video games. He slid the Minecraft disk into the PlayStation console and grabbed the remote from its stand.
After several attempts in mining for coal and iron, then being blown up by creepers, mauled by spiders, and shot by skeletons, he finally had some semblance of a home.
Elyan sat back and let the remote rest loosely in his hands. Home. It was something of an interesting idea, one that he considered often, but never really saw come to life. Home for his family had always been back in the city, especially for Gwen. He owed her a lot, really. She'd always been very supporting and loving, encouraging his daydreams to find a home for himself. Though Elyan suspected that she never thought him finding his home would mean leaving hers with no intent of returning, even just for a while, or even through talking.
Though he still did have some intent on returning, some day. He just never really got around to it, and the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to do it, even if something so small to him as writing a letter was something so big to her as knowing he was still alive. But he still wondered. Wondered what it would be like when they met again, how it would all happen. She'd probably be angry at first, but she'd come around eventually. She was too kind to hold a grudge for long, and she'd never do anything to hurt him without good enough reason.
Elyan turned off the television and went to sleep peacefully with that thought to comfort him. He might find his way back eventually, and she'd be waiting for him, just like she always was.