Left in the Dark

“Great job, Kida,” Raena called out as I managed to get a good hit in at Pollis with the Bo in my hand.

After my dismal attempt at using a sword, they had decided to give up on the idea and focus on another weapon in the hopes that I could manage to be successful.

I ran my hands along the long, wooden staff as Pollis turned, his teeth bared in anger. He didn’t like me beating him. It didn’t help his case that I had so much going on right now, that this was the only way I could deal with it – with weapon in hand. I felt in control while I was training, whereas in every other part of my life, control was slipping very quickly out of my hands.

My conversation with Alana had been interesting, and almost insightful. Her words played on repeat in my head for a solid few hours before I had to do something to take my mind off them.

Pollis swung his own Bo, trying to take out my feet. But I jumped it easily, bringing my own weapon aro