I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE

envy /ˈenvē/
noun - a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.


Things were hell, to put it plainly. Things were awful and he felt endlessly helpless. He hadn't been sure for a while what to do but decided that a distraction was needed. So, he decided that a sharing of stories would be good. A distraction and a way to get to know each other.  He had already decided on his story and, if his cousin showed up anytime soon, she may recognize the story he was telling. He had headed towards the center of town, considering for a moment clambering onto the statue, before deciding against it and settling himself under the shade of a tree within the camp. "If anyone vould like to lisden, I'm telling ein sdory!" he would call out once he was settled.

He would wait for others to gather, watching as curious eyes settled on him. Once he had a decent crowd gathered, his tail would flick, a soft hum leaving him. He would chew the words over in his mind as he waited for others to get settled, a part of him nervous. It had been a while since he had talked about his past. It would be nice, he supposed. And with that, he began. 


Eternalpaw padded down the hall that lead to the armory, the clanging of swords ringing out from the training area behind him. A paw-shaped trail of sweat left the exhausted knight in training, tail held low but lashing. As he stormed into the armory, which was surprisingly empty, he shrugged his armor plating off into a haphazard pile. Frustration filled the young cat as he collapsed next to his pile of armor, hissing as he slapped front paws against the stone floor.the sound of quiet steps fell on unlistening ears, the squire uncaring of who found him at this point.

The pawsteps came to a hault beside him, the sound of someone shuffling paws or shifting their weight causing him to further bury his muzzle into his paws. "Young Edernalbaw? vat are vu doing? Schouldn't vu pe training?" asked the owner of the pawsteps, causing the albino feline to stiffen, the fur along his spine standing on end. Normally, he would stand up and show the speaker respect, as it was Sir Fitzgerald, the eldest of the knights, but he was simply so offput that he'd rather suffer the consequences.

The squire's thin white tail lashed as he refused to look up, instead huffing out "Vat's zee boint, Zir Liffidzea refuzes to zo much as look at me, vile he sbends all day zinging Tatderedbaw's braizes!" He couldn't help the wave of fury and envy he felt as he thought about how he had been pushed to the side. He couldn't help that he was younger, that he didn't know as much! He never would if Sir Lividsea continued to constantly toss him off to the side. And he couldn't help that he wore out quicker, the sun made his skin feel like it was on fire and made it damn near impossible to see!

A huff left the elder knight, causing Eternalpaw to finally look up at him. The small albino tom had expected some sort of punishment for his outburst, something similar to the actions Lividsea took when he spoke out of turn. Instead, Sir Fitzgerald simply seemed to study him, confusion in his eyes. After a moment, the other shook his head and stood. "Bick up your armor, zet it broper, und zen meet me in zee courtyard." With that, the older knight turned and left.

It had taken the squire a long moment to tidy up, wiping down and storing away his practice armor. It was a thick leather, unlike the strong metal of proper battle gear. It was already well worn, as he was far into his training, and he would need a new set soon. That was if Sir Fitzgerald didn't string him up by his ears. Could the knight even do that? Eternal was the son of the king after all.

With that in mind, the squire moved through the familiar halls of the castle, heading for the courtyard. It was massive, lined with trees of many types. Thick bushes created sections that separated the grounds into quadrants, a pond at the center. He could see the grey striped figure of Sir Fitzgerald sitting beside the pond, seemingly waiting for him. Ears pinned back like a chastized child, Eternalpaw crept forwards. The knight didn't acknowledge the squire verbally, simply greeting him with a quiet hum and glance, before looking back out to the pond. Eternalpaw settled beside him, tail flicking anxiously behind him.

After what felt like an eternity, the knight finally spoke, his words coming out as a sigh. "I sboke to Liffidzea." Eternalknight winced, looking away as he prepared for a full report of his wrong doings. Instead, a chuckle reached his ears and he looked up sharply, surprised by the amusement on the elder's face. Shocked into silence, he simply sat with his mouth open. Shaking his head, Sir Fitzgerald continued with a chuckle, "I called him ein itiot for not zeeing zee talent right unter his noze. Arh ! Afder our confferzazion, it's peen decided zat vu vill nein longer pe training unter him."

Nausea rolled in the pit of his stomach as the other spoke, Eternalpaw's head falling as his ears pinned against his skull and tears began to brim in his eyes. So this was it then? He was no longer training to be a knight? Would he be knocked down a few pegs, placed among the stableboys? Or would he be forced into doing studies all day, buried in books and writing. He was loosing the thing he loved, the thing he was so proud of, all because he'd been jealous and spoken out of turn. He hadn't understood why it was such an issue though! If anything, he thought he had a right to be upset! SO how could it be fair that they were punishing him?

"Vu vill train under me Hinstead." Oh. Oh, that was certainly something, now wasn't it? Eternalpaw looked up at the other, unsure if a joke was being played on him as another form of punishment. When he was met with a kind smile in place of some malicious expression, he quickly wiped the gathering tears from his pale colored eyes.

Uncertain, the albino looked down at his paws for a moment, the gears turning in his head as he tried to understand what was happening. Finally, after a long moment, he lifted his head to look up at the grey tabby. "Do vu mean it?" he asked, still a touch unsteady. The older knight would reach his head down to gently tap his muzzle against the top of the younger feline's head.

"I vould neffer lie apout zuch ein zing," the older one promised, returning his gaze back to the pond. A smile sat on his maw, one the young squire would soon come to mirror. There was a silent harmony between the two, both with things to think over. There would be many hard days ahead of them, but, today was one for resting and thought.


Eternalknight finished his story, a soft smile on his face as he looked over those still gathered around. The memory of sitting under the tree with the older grey tabby still played in his mind, one with a younger and unscarred Eternal. Hopefully nobody had left while he was speaking, bored of his story. He looked at those that had gathered while he was speaking, hoping they had heard most of his tale. "Any, uh, gueszions?" he asked, a tad unsure. "I could alzo tell Hanozer sdory? Or, if zomeone elze vants to tell ein sdory, ko ahead!"

//This is AFTER the takeover but BEFORE the revolt! While Eternal is telling it like a normal story, I decided to describe it for you, the real life person!!