Linda, The Fifth Legend (NaNoWriMo 2014) (Completed)

V: Moving

"Chop chop Linda!" Ryner yells.

I grumble as I pick up another heavy box, heaving it all the way to the other side of the room.

"You know this would go a lot faster if you pitched in a hand!" I tell him. He just stands there with a smug smile. Oh what I would give just to go over there and smack that smirk clean off of his face. Just thinking about that gets me in a better mood. I continue to carry the next box towards the door.

"Hey, what gives? A minute ago you were slouching around and now suddenly you're all chipper! Why are you so happy?" he asks suspiciously.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't you wish you could know."

A smirk returns to his face. "You're fantasizing about me, aren't you?"

I chuckle. "Of sorts."

"I bet you're imagining just what lies past this shirt of mine." He points towards the white shirt that he's wearing. "I'll give you a hint. It's a six pack and it's calling your name. Linda! Linda! See?"

I roll my eyes. "Right. Those were definitely your abs talking and not your mouth. You're such a doofus Ryner."

Suddenly he gets defensive. "I'll have you know that I am no such thing!"

I burst out laughing at his attitude. "Jeez, I was just joking. Besides, why are you still wearing the same clothes from two days ago?" I point to his Aladdin style pants in particular.

Ryner looks down at his clothes. "What's wrong with this outfit?"

I give him a quizzical look. "Well you've been wearing it for a few days. It must be dirty."

"Nah I wash it every night. Think of it as a uniform. We all have them. Except for Leon. He occasionally switches to a different colored plaid shirt, but that's it."

I gawk. "Am I going to have to do that too?!"

"Well, yeah. I mean once you find the right clothes for your skill set, you stick with them. That's just how it is. For example, when you're fighting for your life, you don't want to be in jeans or any type of material that restricts your movements. You'll understand once you start training."

"When am I ever going to be needing to fight for my life?" I ask. "I thought this was a guild. Don't we just do small jobs and throw tiny magic shows?"

Ryner's eyes suddenly darken, as if he's hiding a secret. "You'd be surprised by what our guild does. We aren't the third strongest for nothing, you know."

I stop moving boxes and stay still, letting his words sink into my head. Did they fight their way up to the top or something? Did they do illegal things?! I mentally cursed at myself. How could I have been so careless? Ryner's fighting skill was incredible and so was Nora's. Of course they did. I knew so little about them, yet I let them convince me that it was okay to join the guild. I really was crazy. They could be hosting underground fights or doing other crazy things! I couldn't help but wonder if that was what Leon had meant by the big guild secret. The question slips out of my mouth before I can help it.

"Does this have anything to do with the big guild secret?" Ryner's face says it all. I shrug it off and start explaining myself. "Leon sort of slipped without realizing. He mentioned there were some pretty big secrets the guild held."

Ryner sighs. "Leon that rascal. He's so smart when it comes to the books, but he always manages to slip up somehow when it comes to the dirty work."

"So is that a yes?"

Ryner doesn't answer. Instead, he moves onto a different topic entirely. "So that demon egg or whatever it is..."

"Dragon egg," I correct, emphasizing on the word dragon, just so he'll remember.