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heirtothedragonsfire) wrote2016-06-03 06:23 pm
heirtothedragonsfire) wrote2016-06-03 06:23 pm
Nexus-Crossings: June Writing Prompt
The stables had nearly caught fire. They should have trained somewhere else. Somewhere further away. They should have been more careful. No. She should have been more careful. She couldn't take it back, though. She could only stand straight and strong while she endured the furious onslaught from her uncle. That was bad. He was usually on her side.
That was when she was first introduced to the most important promise she would ever use.
After two hours of being yelled at she was beginning to feel her throat tighten. She was tired, and she'd understood the potentially disastrous consequences the moment the incident had happened. Then Klaus stood, walked up to Stathis, looked him in the eyes and said, “It won't happen again.”
And that was it. She was released from her uncle's custody and it was never mentioned again.
Years later, she stood in the Archon's office on Viatorus' behalf. He was having a panic attack outside the door, she could feel it. Unlike Stathis, the Archon didn't shout or boom. He growled and hissed his fury, turning all his disappointment and rage into a poison that lined every word. Poenia would be envious.
Viatorus had fainted instead of delivering an 'important' speech. Though it was only important in that it would dispel cruel rumours of Viatorus' weakness. Her own irritation remained firmly in check. It needed to.
“... Well?”
Her eyes flickered from the spot on the wall she'd been staring at and into the Archon's gaze. “It won't happen again.”
The Archon never mentioned it again. It wasn't the first time she'd committed herself to a promise with those words, and it would not be the last. Though she never discovered the consequences of breaking that promise, she knew that the worst one wouldn't be a punishment from her father or uncle. The worst consequence would be the ruination of those four words. The corruption of her promises.
That was when she was first introduced to the most important promise she would ever use.
After two hours of being yelled at she was beginning to feel her throat tighten. She was tired, and she'd understood the potentially disastrous consequences the moment the incident had happened. Then Klaus stood, walked up to Stathis, looked him in the eyes and said, “It won't happen again.”
And that was it. She was released from her uncle's custody and it was never mentioned again.
Years later, she stood in the Archon's office on Viatorus' behalf. He was having a panic attack outside the door, she could feel it. Unlike Stathis, the Archon didn't shout or boom. He growled and hissed his fury, turning all his disappointment and rage into a poison that lined every word. Poenia would be envious.
Viatorus had fainted instead of delivering an 'important' speech. Though it was only important in that it would dispel cruel rumours of Viatorus' weakness. Her own irritation remained firmly in check. It needed to.
“... Well?”
Her eyes flickered from the spot on the wall she'd been staring at and into the Archon's gaze. “It won't happen again.”
The Archon never mentioned it again. It wasn't the first time she'd committed herself to a promise with those words, and it would not be the last. Though she never discovered the consequences of breaking that promise, she knew that the worst one wouldn't be a punishment from her father or uncle. The worst consequence would be the ruination of those four words. The corruption of her promises.