I know, I know. I haven't updated for a month. I'm really really sorry. And I'm also really really sorry about this chapter. I just realised that nothing actually happens in it. It's necessary but still slightly boring. Well, I hope not too boring. About the whole not updating thing, I've had exams and stuff as well as the fact that I really couldn't be bothered writing any fanfiction. I've slightly lost interest in fanfiction (don't kill me!) but I will continue to write if I get lots of reviews. I'll try to finish this story. In the mean time, if you want to check out my original works, go to and look under Stefen on there too. I would really like more reviews! hint hint :)
Oh, and thanks for the reviews I got for the last chapter. They made me feel special. NOT a word. Anyway, on with the story.
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Vanyel ran, running from his fears, his uncertainties, from Tylendel…
As he ran, thought plagued his head, each fighting for dominance in the forefront of his mind. Thoughts of 'Lendel, of his parents, of Savil. He collapsed, finally, against a tree in the Palace gardens.
'He's right,' Vanyel thought forlornly. 'I am worthless. No one wants me. Probably not even 'Lendel…' Tears threatened to roll down his slender cheeks. Van sniffed.
'Why would he want me anyway? I'm useless. Horrible. He deserves someone better than me. After all -" Vanyel chuckled, resigning himself to the situation. "I am an 'arrogant, full-of-himself asshole whose only defense against the world is a flock of dim-witted admirers'."
Vanyel choked, tears spilling down his perfect face.
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The Bardic trainee grinned, an evil glint in his eyes. He had seen Vanyel fleeing through the hallways from some hidden malice. The thought made the Bardic trainee smile.
Vanyel –beautiful Vanyel- would soon get his due.
Calmly, he picked up a glass and filled it with water. Sneering, he emptied the contents of a small bag into the glass.
"Yes, soon he will pay," the tall youth promised, watching the granules dissolve.
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Vanyel cried, sobs racking his body.
'All for nothing,' he thought. 'What is the point in my life? As he said, I have nothing going for me. Maybe I should just end it all…'
But even as he thought that, he knew that he could never do that. He couldn't do that to 'Lendel. Even if Tylendel didn't love him back, Van still loved him. He couldn't bear to hurt him in any way, even though 'Lendel would be better off without him.
As Vanyel thought of the tiny ray that was his sole reason for life, a slight crunching of leaves made his face turn up in startlement.
It was the Bardic trainee from before.
Vanyel cowered slightly before, once again, imposing his stern mask of indifference.
"What do you want?" Vanyel asked harshly.
The Bardic student smiled to himself, noting the tear-streaks on Vanyel's face. Outwardly he wore an apologetic, yet slightly wary, smile.
"I wanted to apologise," he said, quietly. "I don't know what came over me." He smiled a bit more brightly. "I saw you run out here and I thought you looked a bit upset so I brought you a glass of water." He grinned ruefully. "I know it's not a lot but people have told me that it works before, so I thought I'd give it a try."
Vanyel looked at the long-haired youth, seething with suspicion. There was something not quite right here.
'Those insults were extremely harsh,' he thought carefully. 'You don't 'just say' that sort of stuff. You mean it. So he must be lying. But why?'
Still suspicious, Vanyel took the drink. The Bardic trainee's shoulders slumped in relief. Vanyel saw this and spoke.
"I'm not forgiving you, you know," he said sternly. "That was really cruel, what you said to me. I can't forgive that very quickly."
The other youth smiled somewhat shamefully.
"I understand. I'm really sorry."
Vanyel nodded in acceptance before starting to drink quietly. Half-way through, Vanyel looked up unexpectedly at the Bardic student opposite him.
The trainee's eyes were fixed intently on Vanyel, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What was almost worse was the look in the trainee's eyes. They were hungry, cruel. Void of any ray of light, any hope, any goodness.
Vanyel shuddered involunteraly before saying quietly;
"Thank you. For the drink, I mean." He smiled. "It was very kind."
This seemed to jolt the Bardic student out of his mesmerized enthrallment with Vanyel and he blushed faintly. The look in his eyes, however, remained.
Van gulped down the rest of the water and offered the empty glass back to the student, who accepted it happily.
"You're welcome. It was the least I could do."
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Oh my god, that was bad. I promise that if I get more reviews I will update at least within the next month. I hope. Well, I'll try if I get a decent number of reviews. :)
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