Who is she? Arc thought – unlike Luneth, he wasn't very popular among the kids, but he was sure that this girl had never been part of this house. If she was, this wouldn't have been his first time he was so interested in her eyes.
They were so extraordinary, so rare, such piercing blue eyes can cut a person deeper than a knife just with one glance. They were penetrating, but still they had this soft white mist floating inside of it, it seemed like a glass ball telling the future. The pupil was unseen.
From the moment she had come in, Arc had put down the book he was reading, and got lost in her eyes. He tried to take his eyes of hers, but every one of her blinks made him want to stare more. The smell of ginger tea caught hold of his nose and he saw Luneth coming from the kitchen with a mug of it. He offered it to the blue-eyed girl with a smile. She gladly took it and closed her eyes, sipping the tea and feeling the warm liquid burn her throat.
Arc shifted. A bit more of staring into those soft intense eyes wouldn't hurt him would it? Instead, he observed the rest of her appearance – she was short. Shorter than him by approximately three or four inches. She was skinny and small. Her light orange hair fell on her back, pin point straight. Untidy bangs crossed paths with her lashes. Thick eyebrows. Sweet lips. Just like him, she was blessed with a slight spray of adorable freckles on her nose and cheeks.
Arc went back to his book. Whoever this girl was, she wasn't distracting him form reading another chapter.
Later that night Arc was resting on his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He was thinking of what the bullies told him at school – 'You are nothing. You just are a pathetic loser who is itching to be Luneth's shadow!'
It was true. Such a false truth. He hated to admit it, but he didn't like who he was. He didn't like the fact that he loved to read and become as knowledgeable as possible. He didn't like the fact that he would prefer to stay in the safe side and not get in trouble. He hated the fact that he wasn't adventurous or chivalrous. He hated the fact that he would always be the anti-social nerd in class. He hated the fact that he wasn't Luneth.
Luneth would always be the one who would come to Arc's rescue when he would get bullied in school. It was because he couldn't do it himself. He never defended himself. Because he was weak.
Am I a burden to Luneth? Arc suddenly thought.
Cold tears slid down his cheeks as horrible thoughts entered his mind. He remembered all those times he'd get thrashed at school – who came to save him? Luneth. Who always told him to be strong? Luneth. Who always would be known as the brave kid? Luneth. It was never Arc.
Stop it! Arc forced all those horrible thoughts out of his mind, and with one final turn on his bed, he drifted off to sleep.
On the next day, Arc dressed up in his uniform and walked to school. He was early. He wanted to take a walk around the village before going to classes. Camping in the mountains and going to the forests are trips that Luneth would like. Just a simple walk around the village is what could bring a smile on Arc's face.
He walked on the footpaths beside the stone roads, watching carriages drive past, shops ready to start business and elderly woman gardening their yards.
But then fear swelled inside Arc. Fear that drenched him in it. Not because he saw his bullies. Not because he was late to school. But because he had never seen someone ride their bicycle that fast.
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Authors notes
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