(Technically Part four of 'His Teacher', 'His Student' and 'Crescent Moon')
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He wanted everyone to just Shut up.
Just...
Let them be quiet for once.
It was to Loud.
He wanted Silence.
So of Course he had to go to the Abandoned library outside of the Kingdom.
Because no where in the Kingdom was quiet.
There was always someone talking.
He liked Helping People.
But even though he liked helping People it didn't mean he didn't need Quiet sometimes.
Sighing he sat down in the abandoned Library, He liked it here.
It was Quiet.
It smelled of Old Books, Leather and what was probably Ceder Wood.
It was nice.
It reminded him of the good times.
Well, Somewhat.
It didn't have that strange Chemical Scent that had always clung to his Teacher.
Though he never really minded the Scent.
He actually Liked it, That Scent.
He didn't know what it was back then, But now he did.
Redstone.
It made him wonder if it was actually Redstone, or if it was just something else.
But also it made him wonder how his teacher was doing everytime he smelled Redstone.
He Remembered the First time he noticed the Scent that Came off of his Teacher, It was quiet that day.
His Teacher was actually Silent for once while Working, focused Intently.
He remembered tilting his Head, deciding not to ask about it.
Because he had learned back in the past that questions were dangerous to ask because then others would ask questions in return.
And yet his Teacher had noticed, Everytime he noticed.
And Yet?
He never mentioned it, His teacher never commented on his Curiosity other then to show him whatever he was working on that day.
He missed him.
His Teacher would know what he Should do now.
He would know if He should stay with the Steves or if he should leave.
He found himself Tensing when he heard Footsteps, before he relaxed when he spotted that Cloaked figure who darted back into the Shadows.
They weren't a threat.
They were Quiet.
They Didn't threaten his peace.
Honestly he wanted to talk to them eventually, however he didn't want to push them.
Or Scare them off.
What if they were afraid of getting involved?
Or if they were gathering information first?
hm...
No.
He wouldn't question it.
Questioning it was a bad idea.
It made him overthink.
It made him wonder if he was the Problem.
He knew he was the Problem though.
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It was nice and quiet, Silent around him other then the sounds of birds.
He liked that.
He really did.
