Weds. 22/08 cont.Mature

Kenny rang the doorbell of Charleston Manor, feeling weird about doing so since he did live here - it had just been a while since he had slept in his own bed, that was all.

The door was opened by the butler, Rondel.

“Master Kenner!” he exclaimed, breaking out into a wide smile. “It is truly a pleasure to see you, sir. How is your job going?”

“This particular one has been really difficult,” Kenny confessed as he stepped onto the marble tiles of the foyer. “I’ve actually come to collect my bow and quiver because I’m required to fire a Heartbreak Arrow.”

“Goodness, that is extreme,” Rondel said. “Well, they’re where you left them in your bedroom: nothing of yours has been touched during your absence.”

“Thank you, Rondel.”

“Would you like anything to eat or drink while you’re here?”

“No thank you, Rondel. I’m literally popping in and out.”

Rondel nodded.

“Understood, sir. Call if you need me.”

“I will.”

Rondel walked off to attend to other duties. Kenner ascended the central staircase and walked along the plush blue carpet until he reached the door of his bedroom. Feeling oddly like a stranger in his own house, he opened the door and entered.

His bedroom was indeed just as he had left it: everything packed neatly away, the bed parallel to the wall with the window in it, the desk opposite it with a pad of paper open on a clean page and a box containing stationery on it. Kenny smiled in nostalgia as he remembered revising for exams, writing out the Order and Duty chants which were still affixed to the wall, and filling out the various application forms you needed for being a Guardian of Order at this very table. But it was the mahogany wardrobe that he walked over to. He magically summoned the key from his bedside drawer and unlocked the door, opened it and took out the wooden box which contained the polished ebony bow and quiver his parents had given him for his seventeenth birthday - beauties in comparison to the Heartbreak Arrow he was going to use - amongst other treasures.

He put the box back in the wardrobe, locked the door and returned the key to the drawer in his bedside table. He left the manor on foot, closing the door behind him so that Rondel would know he had left and teleported to the Council where he picked up the arrow from his locker, put it in the quiver which he slung over his shoulder and then teleported directly into the apartment to avoid causing any passer by alarm at the sight of a bow-carrying young man in town.

“You look like a soldier,” commented Svetlana wryly as she entered the living room.

“I don’t want to see,” murmured Kenny. He put the bow and quiver down, propping them against the back of the sofa.

“I think I’ll have dinner and then get an early night. I’ll leave at 1am - hopefully everyone will be asleep by then - and should be back quite soon after that.”

Svetlana nodded.

“All right.”

Kenny walked over and hugged Svetlana. She hugged him back.

“It’ll be okay. Once it’s done, you’ll never have to think about it again,” she told him.

“I know,” he whispered.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

The End

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