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Chapter Seventy Nine | GilXFarewell

May 5

Elijah screwed up. We are fighting and I'm about to leave. He broke my nose! My beautiful awesome, poor, poor, nose!

Elijah chose to be part of a family over being awesome!

What an idiot.

But now I have to leave a friend for the family rest time and it sucks, he should've just come with me. I wish the best to Dieter or whatever even those he gave up like a wimp but Elijah had his shot and he blew it. On purpose.

Roderick left this morning and Elijah is hiding in his room doing his last journal page before going "home"

The butcher has a seemingly nice family but I'm sure Elijah will get bored soon.

It's the butcher, Bertholdt, his wife, Grunhilde, and their two sons, Rudy, who is twelve and Gaston who is ten.

Nun Anna says Grunhilde is pregnant too, she thinks with a girl, so now Elijah has to put up with a baby girl.

How stupid.

I set the Quill down and studied my entry.

It didn't feel right to leave things this way. I looked around the hall where the others wrote and I patted my sore nose. I had hoped it'd heal overnight or something but it still hurt a lot. It got readjusted by a doctor in town and we prayed it would heal quickly but quickly meant more than a day apparently.

The Knights were still in town. They were in a tent by the woods, preparing to head back to their main base.

I couldn't wait to see it. To see everything.

I ran down the halls when Nun Magdela had her back turned, examining Helmut's horrible Quill writing.

She heard my fast footsteps but didn't chase after me, she alerted someone through the window above the courtyard in the hallway and I ran with my journal in hand. I slipped my shoes off because they were far too loud for the empty hallways which echoed with every tap of the foot.

I huffed as I reached the dorms. All the boys were in lessons except for Elijah who was given time to adjust to everything. He got free time just to mope, how pathetic.

"Elijah you limp dick!" I shouted as I burst through the door hoping no one important heard that.

"Vhat the hell!?" Elijah cursed in surprise and pulled the very covers over his head.

"Vhat are ju hiding!?"

"Go avay!"

"Nein! I'm leaving tomorrow do ju veally vant to leave it like vhis!?"

I heard a faint sniffle and Elijah pulled the covers back down, eyes red from crying.

Oh brother.

"No..." his voice cracked.

"It's not fair. Everyone leaves me just because I have a different dream," he whined.

"I thought vhis vas your dream, being a knight."

He shook his head.

"I feel...I just...I don't vant to die before I leave my legacy...and I don't vant you to die either! Those who live by the sword die by it!" He yelled and clung to my shirt, pulling me closer to him as his eyes pleaded for me to change my mind.

"Geez Elijah, I'm eight, I probably von't fight for a while. But vhen I do I'll be ready for it, and I'll be the most awesome knight anyvone has ever seen. Vhen I'll come visit the butcher shop and I'll escort you to vhereever the hell Roderick is and ve can celebrate," I proclaimed and he finally brightened up.

"I broke your nose..." he stated and I grumbled and rolled my eyes.

"Your point?"

"How can you possibly survive. Gilbert I don't mean to be rude but you stick out vike a sore thumb."

"Hey!"

"Gilbert, no one else is as pale as you, or has red eyes or is left-handed, or as loud and impulsive, if I see you again nothing vill have changed, but Vhats only if you come back alive. If you fuck up everyone vill know because you stand out the most!"

"And If o do something awesome everyone will know vhen too," I cheered.

"You don't get it. Am I the only man who vhinks about more than fighting."

"First of all, you are no man, Elijah, you're seven. Second, I think about more vhan vhat."

"Veally like Vhat?"

"I keep my journal because I vhink about the future, vhen I'm gone everyone vill read it. I vant to be remembered, vhats vhy I care about writing too."

"I'll be remembered because I'll have kids who remember me, and grandkids too, even Great grandkids if I live long enough," Elijah huffed, still thinking his idea was best.

I rolled my eyes again.

"But you'd be forgotten after vike three generations."

"No, I von't."

"How?"

"I'll...I'll make my mark on vhis town. Or I'll marry rich....but I don't really think being remembered is as important as having a good life. Gilbert...if you leave your life vill be bloodshed and death and shortcomings from ju or friends...your life vill be hell."

"If...if vhats true vhen vhenever I'm sad I'll just think of you, because you and I always have fun, so I can't be sad Vhat vay." I decided determinedly.

I puffed out my chest hands on hips and smiled widely.

Elijah looked touched and he got out of bed and hugged me.

"You should keep a journal too. Vhat vay vhen I come back maybe we can read each other's awesome adventures!"

Elijah nodded and smiled.

Dusk came and it was dark. I had my few things ready to bring with me. Tomorrow at first light I would leave with the Knights and a few friends and after I left Elijah would pack his few things and he'd go to a new home.

From here on out Elijah and I will go in completely different directions.

I'd be a knight and he'd be a son, a husband, a father. We'd be very different people.

Elijah didn't wake up when I did.

I left a note.

Goodbye Elijah

I looked forward to the future, can't wait to meet your kids, hope they aren't as stupid as you.

-Gil (obviously)