Other Fan Fiction ❯ Stupid In Love ❯ Brother Sebastian does the Maker's will. ( Chapter 10 )

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Stupid In Love

Chapter 10

The knock on the front door was insistent. Pounding. Hawke was closest, so she got up to answer it. “I've got it!” she yelled to Bodahn, and then opened the door.

“Sebastian?”

He nodded at her and said, “I need you to do me a favor - and I need you to trust me enough to promise that you'll do it.”

She raised one eyebrow and said, “You want me to just blindly promise to do something without knowing what it is I'm promising to do.”

He smiled. “I know you're not stupid enough to make a promise like that. Not normally. But the Maker himself has set me on this path, and I vow by the Light that it is something that will harm no one. It is something that MUST be done.”

She blinked. “Have you been drinking?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. I have not been drinking.” He took a deep breath. “I'm asking you to trust me and promise to do this one small favor. You know I would not ask if it were not important.”

His eyes were very sincere, and she could tell he truly believed this was a vital task. Shrugging, she said, “Okay. I promise I will do you a favor.”

Smiling in relief, Sebastian thrust the book at her. “You need to read this. I know you. You'll probably start and then think you should stop. But don't. Read it. It's important.” Hawke took the book, her expression befuddled.

The archer merely nodded and turned to leave. “Good,” he said as he walked away. “Now, it is in the hands of the Maker.”

Brow furrowed in curiousity, Hawke opened the front cover. The book was fairly non-descript, but when she opened it, she saw writing in a very deliberate hand. One that she recognized.

“Fenris,” she breathed, as her eyes took in the script on the page.

She knew she should close the book, but she had promised, and her eyes had already taken in every word on the first page, and without realizing it, she was re-entering her house, turning the page, continuing to read.