Silver Eyes: Chapter 12

Arman

(All dialogue within " " is in greek and ' ' is in Persian) 

Eton raised his stick and struck at Arman. Arman ducked and whacked Eton at the side of his knee.

Eton grunted in pain, then Arman grabbed him by the neck and took him down to the floor, into the pile of hay.

Arman pointed the stick tip at Eton's neck. 'I win?'

Eton smiled. 'Yes you do, you're still better at this than me.'

Arman smiled and pulled him up. 'Even after 2 years.'

'Quiet you.' Eton rubbed his neck.

'Does it hurt?' Arman asked concernly.

'Yes it does.'

Arman smirked. 'Then don't get hit next time.'

Eton shoved him playfully. 'Jerk.'

Arman laughed. 'I miss this Nouri.' Arman jerked up at what he said.

There was silence after that, a brief moment of silence from the two of them. 2 years. It had been 2 years since Arman got here, 2 years since Nouri died yet the wounds were still fresh.

'Hey'. Eton grabbed Arman's shoulder. 'I miss this too, brother. It's been a whole week since you knocked me to the floor.'

Arman turned to him, Eton was smiling at him.

Arman returned the gesture. 'Thank you....brother.'

'No problem.' Eton smiled. 'Now we need to clean this place up. Come on, enough playing around.'

'Alright.' Arman placed the stick back into the firewood pile.

He proceeded to the pile og hay and began restocking the horse's feed.

(WIP)