[Some of his instructors Zelos likes, and some he doesn't. Some are patient with him and don't punish him for his mistakes -- even the ones he makes on purpose. Some don't forgive him anything. Today, he has one who won't forgive him anything, and that's why he makes a beeline for the castle's library the moment the coast is clear. He doesn't want to go outside to train. The snow is the first of the season and he thought he'd be fine, he really did, because it's been a year now and he's the Chosen One and the Chosen doesn't let things get to him ever.
But he's not fine. And he's getting sick of people telling him he should be.
The library's big and quiet when Zelos sneaks in and, near as he can tell, empty. He lets himself grin, then wanders into a corner hidden from the door, just in case anyone comes looking for him. It should give him enough time to hide. He hopes.
Unless he falls asleep, he thinks, staring up at the shelves with wide eyes. He's a good reader, but he's not this good, not yet. One of the books is thicker than his arm. Great. What's he supposed to do now?]
MERCENARY; hiding in the library;
But he's not fine. And he's getting sick of people telling him he should be.
The library's big and quiet when Zelos sneaks in and, near as he can tell, empty. He lets himself grin, then wanders into a corner hidden from the door, just in case anyone comes looking for him. It should give him enough time to hide. He hopes.
Unless he falls asleep, he thinks, staring up at the shelves with wide eyes. He's a good reader, but he's not this good, not yet. One of the books is thicker than his arm. Great. What's he supposed to do now?]