puffed out his chest a
little bit. I watch him sizing up the bear about to make a dive for
him. Something in his eyes is calling me into action. It’s telling
me I can’t shy away from this. I am not weak anymore. I can defend
myself! Not understanding where my confidence comes from, I push
myself off the tree and walk right up to the bear. I can tell he
didn’t expect this when he stops to look at me for a few seconds
before growling again a tad quieter this time. This time I yell
back as loud as I humanly can. It ’ s the
bear’s turn to take a step back this time. Realizing I ’ m not going to back down he crouches in a stance
that tells me he ’ s going to attack.
Instead of running like my mind is telling me to do, my body is
bracing itself into a defensive stance. I find myself wishing I had
some kind of a weapon besides my bare hands. The bear takes another
step back before he begins to run at me. I crouch lower, preparing
for the impact, when my eyes catch sight on a glimmer of something
in the grass next to me. I reach down and grab it, turning it
around in my hand I notice it ’ s the
jewel-encrusted dagger I saw in the basement yesterday. I grip it
in my right hand as the bear is leaping at me, I slide under him,
jab up and stab him where his heart should be. He lets out a
horrible sound as he transforms into flakes of black ash that fall
like an evil snowfall, all over the ground and me.
“Sera!” My head whips around to see Nate
staring at me covered in black ash. Glancing down I can see the
dagger in my hands has disappeared as well and I look like
I ’ m playing in the dirt for the second
time today.
“I… there was a…” I try and explain.
“I saw,” his voice is firm and combined with
a face that tells me this is the last time I ’ m going to see fresh air.
Climbing to my feet and looking down at my
white shirt and green cargo pants that are now covered in soot,
“Nate…” I whisper in unbelief.
“It ’ s okay,
let ’ s go home,” he tells me and we both
simultaneously break into a run towards the house. I don ’ t try and out run him. I restrict myself so we can
run side by side. I ’ m a little nervous, I
notice, as my eyes are scanning every tree and bush we pass for
another attack. We don ’ t say a word until
we climb the steps of the house and close the front door behind
us.
Chapter 9: The Art of Weaponry
He clicks the lock on the door behind us
before turning to me, “Did you see where it came from?”
“No, I was looking for you and I ran right
into it!” I tell his serious glare.
“It just appeared?” He asks out loud, but I
can tell he was talking to himself.
“The dagger!” I scream before whipping
around grab open the basement door and dash down the stairs two at
a time. Jumping over the banister as I reach the last few steps my
eyes are scanning the weapons display to find that the dagger is
still in its spot on the wall. I reach out to touch it just to make
sure.
“You created the dagger in the forest, it
wasn’t this one,” Nate informs me as he follows me down the
steps.
“What do you mean?” I turn to ask him as he
reaches the basement floor.
“Remember what I told you about
‘conjuring, ’ you can create things with
your mind.”
“Really?” I mutter in disbelief, “I was able
to do that without training?” I don’t seem to believe it, didn’t he
say it takes a lot of energy and concentration? How was I able to
just do it in a time of need?
“Don ’ t worry, I’ll teach you how to control it, but
first…” Drifting off as he grabs a small knife off the wall and
with one arm throws it across the room to land in the middle circle
of a round target. Turning around I notice the basement has
transformed yet again, to some strange shooting range. The ground
is hard cement under my feet and across from me are random targets
some round, while others are in the shape of a human shadow. There
are lines
little bit. I watch him sizing up the bear about to make a dive for
him. Something in his eyes is calling me into action. It’s telling
me I can’t shy away from this. I am not weak anymore. I can defend
myself! Not understanding where my confidence comes from, I push
myself off the tree and walk right up to the bear. I can tell he
didn’t expect this when he stops to look at me for a few seconds
before growling again a tad quieter this time. This time I yell
back as loud as I humanly can. It ’ s the
bear’s turn to take a step back this time. Realizing I ’ m not going to back down he crouches in a stance
that tells me he ’ s going to attack.
Instead of running like my mind is telling me to do, my body is
bracing itself into a defensive stance. I find myself wishing I had
some kind of a weapon besides my bare hands. The bear takes another
step back before he begins to run at me. I crouch lower, preparing
for the impact, when my eyes catch sight on a glimmer of something
in the grass next to me. I reach down and grab it, turning it
around in my hand I notice it ’ s the
jewel-encrusted dagger I saw in the basement yesterday. I grip it
in my right hand as the bear is leaping at me, I slide under him,
jab up and stab him where his heart should be. He lets out a
horrible sound as he transforms into flakes of black ash that fall
like an evil snowfall, all over the ground and me.
“Sera!” My head whips around to see Nate
staring at me covered in black ash. Glancing down I can see the
dagger in my hands has disappeared as well and I look like
I ’ m playing in the dirt for the second
time today.
“I… there was a…” I try and explain.
“I saw,” his voice is firm and combined with
a face that tells me this is the last time I ’ m going to see fresh air.
Climbing to my feet and looking down at my
white shirt and green cargo pants that are now covered in soot,
“Nate…” I whisper in unbelief.
“It ’ s okay,
let ’ s go home,” he tells me and we both
simultaneously break into a run towards the house. I don ’ t try and out run him. I restrict myself so we can
run side by side. I ’ m a little nervous, I
notice, as my eyes are scanning every tree and bush we pass for
another attack. We don ’ t say a word until
we climb the steps of the house and close the front door behind
us.
Chapter 9: The Art of Weaponry
He clicks the lock on the door behind us
before turning to me, “Did you see where it came from?”
“No, I was looking for you and I ran right
into it!” I tell his serious glare.
“It just appeared?” He asks out loud, but I
can tell he was talking to himself.
“The dagger!” I scream before whipping
around grab open the basement door and dash down the stairs two at
a time. Jumping over the banister as I reach the last few steps my
eyes are scanning the weapons display to find that the dagger is
still in its spot on the wall. I reach out to touch it just to make
sure.
“You created the dagger in the forest, it
wasn’t this one,” Nate informs me as he follows me down the
steps.
“What do you mean?” I turn to ask him as he
reaches the basement floor.
“Remember what I told you about
‘conjuring, ’ you can create things with
your mind.”
“Really?” I mutter in disbelief, “I was able
to do that without training?” I don’t seem to believe it, didn’t he
say it takes a lot of energy and concentration? How was I able to
just do it in a time of need?
“Don ’ t worry, I’ll teach you how to control it, but
first…” Drifting off as he grabs a small knife off the wall and
with one arm throws it across the room to land in the middle circle
of a round target. Turning around I notice the basement has
transformed yet again, to some strange shooting range. The ground
is hard cement under my feet and across from me are random targets
some round, while others are in the shape of a human shadow. There
are lines
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