He came again in green light. He came at the right time anyway. Right now I needed someone to be with me and he came. I was still chained and somehow I feel I have been forgotten in this place. No one has come to check on me and this absolute darkness frustrates me the most. My comforter is back for my training. I'm quite happy about it but I wish I knew what I'm being trained for. Maybe he sees the future already, I might be preparing for a war that is beyond me. Why me?
"Master" I said as I saw him. He looked indifferent.
" The one." He said, his voice echoing in my head." you are not training here today."
I was angry, very angry. I was wondering if I'm here to train or die. Really, with the way things are, I might have trusted my enemy too much. He might be here for a mission. “you are here to train, not to think. Focus Katrienair. ” “I wasn't thinking! ” I countered. I just felt tired—fed up of everything. I don't deserve this kind of treatment from him. He's supposed to be my comforter. “ You were lost in thought about your past. ” He chuckled —an ev
Today, it's different. I'm loving this training. I feel very interested now in fighting —maybe it's my purpose. I love this and if love to do it for the rest of my life. And my comforter, I think it's the best for me. He's harsh but it's like that's the only way I can be trained. I'm stubborn —yes and I can't be trained leniently. I love him and I'm proud of myself. I craved to make him proud also. “Katrienair, the training has just began. It's high time you learnt how to control your gifts and use them in a battle. ” He paused to watch a bird flying in the sky. “ Stop that bird, Katrienair. ”
My reflexes took over. I slowly withdrew the sword from my waist. With a trembling hand, I wound up, closed my eyes, said a word of prayer—I'm giving this my all cause it's all I've got to do to keep if not myself but Luna alive. I took a step forward, and hurled. The sword sailed through the air and hit its mark. A perfect shot. It hit the beast in its eyeball, driving through to its brain. Well, I didn't get what I expected, the beast shriek filled the air. It sounded like the roar of thousands of lions. I watched the beast struggle with the sword on its head. I knew what was coming but was completely hopeless. That sword was the only weapon I had. To my ultimate surprise, the beast was back in shape in minutes and my sword laid on the ground broken by it. The beast gla
Emiliar curled up on the bed. All the visions of all that has happened during the day kept her eyes open and her brain racing. She thought of katrienair, how weak and pale she looked in those chains but the fact that she's alive gave her a little hope. She felt a sting in her heart as she thought of her welfare. She might still be chained or those people might have taken her away. How did she get there in the first place? Emiliar prayed that all was well with her best friend. In some way, she craved to see Sylvia, though she's not really familiar with her but the woman looked like a perfect mother. She loved her and she believed katrienair won't be still chained if she was here. She felt useless. She'd be locked in this place w
I stood outside a multiple story building looking apprehensive. It's a strange building, the highest I've ever seen and it's more strange that I had no idea how I got there. Luna was standing right beside me and I could feel her amusement too. I entered a door and began to climb the stairs. I walked up with lightning speed, surprising myself. I took the steps three at a time, and my legs weren’t even tired. I couldn’t fathom what was happening to my body. Whatever it was, I loved it. I feel more stronger as each moment passed. I stopped at a door, slightly ajar believing that there could be someone in there who would explain to me how I got here and why I'm here. I walked tentatively into the apartment. It was quiet and still, old and dusty—seemed like no mortal has lived in it for decades. I suddenly wheeled, looking all around me, feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Was someone else in the apartment?
I woke up to absolutely blackness. I felt weak, still chained. I was sweating and I felt pain all over my body. That was a whole bulk of my memory I have regained in my dream. It's a dream but I now remember vividly how it happened. I did not appear here chained for nothing. I was brought here by the leader of the gang of three I fought with. Wow, I fought hard but he got me with that handkerchief and now I'm here chained in their territory. Now I know how I got here but why did I have to forget for so long. I looked around the room, it was dark but but I could sense that something was not right about this new day. I tried to remember the last place I was. I was training and had to fight a beast. Where's Luna? I was content when she whined beneath my dress. I knew something bad was going to happen today cause my dream bringing back my memory must imply something. Will I be executed today? Huh maybe, those that kept me here w
When they opened the oak door, I was stunned. The room was enormous. Shaped in a huge circle, it was lined with hundred-foot-tall stone columns, ornately decorated. It was well lit, torches placed every 5 feet, all throughout the room. It looked like the Pantheon. It looked ancient.As I was led in, the next thing I noticed was the noise. It was a huge crowd. I looked around and saw hundreds, if not thousands, of men and women dressed in black, moving quickly all about the room. There was a strangeness to how they moved: it was so fast, so random, so…inhuman. Demons really exist. I took it all in and was completely, uttterly, shocked. Demons did exist. Am I one of them? I pray not. They led me to the center of the room, chains rattling, my bare feet cold on the stone. I was led to a spot in the center of the floor, designated by a large, tile circle. As I reached the center,
The water covered my entire body, making it hard to breathe, or open my eyes. After about ten seconds, though, after my entire hair and body and clothes were completely drenched, I blinked my eyes, getting prepared for the pain to come. But it didn’t come.I blinked, then looked up at the cauldron, wondering if it were completely empty. It was. I looked back down at myself, and saw I was drenched. But I was completely fine. Not an ounce of pain. Roger, suddenly realizing, stood in his chair, jaw dropping. He was clearly shocked. Abraim, too, turned and looked, his mouth open. The entire assembly, thousands of demons, all stood, and a gasps spread through the room. I could see that this was not the reaction they had been expecting. They were all dumbfounded. I also. What could have gone wrong?Somehow, their water had