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
Four hefty men came over and began to carry me. My once still world began to move. I felt like I was floating — floating to my death. I knew I was going to die, I could see the lake from afar and I could feel it's heat, hot enough to melt the flesh. I could hear my comforter's voice in my head“ fear and you die!”I don't know what to think but I know I'm more than scared.Yeah, I'm going to die now and all my purpose will be wasted, burnt away in that fire. My gifts, powers, those harsh training sessions from my comforter would be wasted. 'Everything' I have ever lived for will be made to nothing but ashes.There's really nothing I can do to save them. I thought of A
Julian stormed into the room. He was angry and sad at the same time. Angry at himself for not being able to do anything to save Katrienair. The sight of Katrienair being immersed in the holy water without being burned still surprises him and in some way, he's believed that she had the power to deal with this herself: that gave him a bit of hope but the feeling of responsibility still taunted his conscience. He carefully locked the doors of his chamber and walked into Emiliar's room. She was sitting at a corner of the room, weaving a woolen cloth. Tears were visible on her face and she seemed lost in her own thoughts. Julian felt pity for her, he craved to know what exactly was going on in her little mind. He sat on the iron cushion for a while staring at her, in some way he enjoyed the silence, the serene atmosphere. Emiliar noticed a silhouette of a person in her room, at first she was gripped with fear, she's been caught. But on a second thought she be