The Summoner Fan Fiction

It had been weeks since the dwarves war councils' meeting, Fletcher and his friends had managed to help the dwarves escape from the wrath of the Forsyths and the soldiers. Not one word was spoken to anyone else of that night, they had kept it a secret from the rest of their friends and Fletcher had felt the guilt. He had been training with his friends ever since they had fought against Grindle and his men, Fletcher was astounded by the dedication he and his friends had put into the training to beat Tarquin and Isadora for the tournament. 

Just as Fletcher was about to close his eyes and sleep for the night, there was a faint knock at his door, Fletcher pulled back his blanket and went into the direction of his door. When he opened the door he saw Sylva waiting outside with a panicked expression, she pushed past him slightly and sat on his bed. Fletcher closed his door and went to her, "What is it Sylva? Has something happened?" Sylva looked at Fletcher sheepishly and turned her head away from him, "Fletcher, we've become so close in such a short time, and I feel that as if I may be feeling things that I should not feel. My world has been so clear since I met you, but yet it's as if I can't see. I can't see anyone but you Fletcher, i'm falling in love with you, but i'm afraid of what might become of us."

As Fletcher listened to Sylva his heart started to pound, throbb as it may, to her words. He had no idea in the slightest that Sylva had developed feelings for Fletcher; but here she is sitting in front of him, telling him what he has felt for her all along. Could it be that this was real? Had she really just declared her love for him? As Fletcher sits still, thinking about what to say he realises, there is only one thing to say back to her "I love you too Sylva, I have always felt this way for you, aye it may be unspoken until now but my love for you has always been there".

Sylva laced her fingers with Fletchers, knotting them tightly together just in case they might not get this chance again, she raised her head towards Fletcher as he smiled down on her. The moon lit room made it hard to see her whole face but the shadows and the light that was radiating over her skin was enough to make Fletcher blush. She was ever so beautiful, even much so to Fletcher who's heart would soar as he looked into her eyes, and everytime and there again after he would feel as though he had never felt before. Fletcher was in love with Sylva, from the first time that he saw her, who would never have thought that she might feel this way for him.

Fletcher placed his hand on the side of Sylva's face, tilting her head towards him, he inched closer towards her and lightly placed a kiss on her mouth to prove his emotions towards her, because there was no other way to know for sure. As he pulled away Sylva pulled his head back down making their once departed lips connect again, making the kiss just a bit more passionate than the last. As they both went to part Fletcher wrapped her into an embrace and held her for a long moment, not wanting her to leave his side.

They pulled apart from the embrace, laying silently beside each other, they seemed to talk for an hour before they both felt tired and worn out from the big day they had encountered. As Fletcher almost dozed off he seemed to remember Sylva was right next to him, not wanting the situation to look bad in the morning he awakened Sylva from her light slumber "Sylva, i think that you should head off to your room now, would you like for me to accompany you there?" Sylva looked at him with a faint smile, and got up from her spot. "No Fletcher, but thank you, for everything. I guess it's goodnight then. Sleep tight Fletcher, i'll see you tomorrow" she headed out the door but not before she kissed Fletcher on the cheek, leaving him flustered from her kiss. 

Fletcher laid in his bed and let himself dream about the way Sylva had kissed him, he thought of the times he would look in her eyes and she would look back, he thought of how he snuck glances of her at training, watching how dedicated she was. The tournament was not very far away, but Fletcher knew that he would have to train as hard as he could with the others, because he would not let Tarquin and Isadora win this fight, not if his and everyones lives depended on it, and they did, they really really did.