Uri about his observation.
“Training, remember?” Uri asked acting a little irritated while glancing back at Gabe.
“Yeah, I mean of course.” Gabe acted as though he had not forgotten. “I need to shower first though.”
Uri began to laugh. “Nonsense, you’re fine. You will really need a shower when I’m done with you though.” Uri turned around and walked over to where Gabe still sat on the floor. He extended a helping hand.
“Come on, you will need a good breakfast however.” Gabe took his hand and stood. “No promises you will be able to keep it down though.” Uri laughed again. Gabe was beginning to think he was not particularly fond of Uri’s sense of humor.
“My clothes?” Gabe asked walking towards the wardrobe.
“Don’t worry about it.” Uri replied growing more impatient. “There will be clothes at the sparring center.”
“Sparring center?” Gabe asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice. Uri laughed again and patted him on the back. The two were off to the dining hall for what Uri kept calling a ‘breakfast of guardians.’ Gabe thought he was trying to play on the ‘breakfast of champions’ saying, but the joke was falling short. After about the third time though, Gabe decided to give Uri the laugh he so desperately craved in hopes he would not have to hear the joke again.
Breakfast was incredible, but the entire time Gabe was wondering what awaited them at this sparring center. He had never been much of a fighter. He had avoided school sports like the plague. The idea of other boy’s bodies being hurled at him with great force had never seemed very appealing.
Gabe’s thoughts were invaded by images of Sophie with no warning. The memories of their evening overwhelmed his curiosity about Uri’s impending lessons. As he thought about dancing under the stars and sharing intimate stories, Gabe was sure Uri had to be wrong about Sophie’s interest. Without warning, a slight smile crept across Gabe’s face.
Once Gabe finished his meal, the two boys headed across the court yard. Uri greeted everyone they passed. Gabe wondered if Uri knew everyone at the manor; he certainly seemed to. A few more unfamiliar faces passed before Gabe caught site of one he recognized. Michael was in the distance, standing and talking to another gentleman. The conversation seemed to be quite intense.
Gabe studied the man Michael was speaking to. He noticed as the man shifted his weight, he seemed to be favoring one leg. The man pulled his golden hair from his face. Gabe recognized him as Anthony, the injured man from Michael’s office. Gabe thought Anthony appeared much stronger than last he had seen him. His stature was broad and commanding.
Gabe watched as Michael and Anthony’s interaction became heated. A second later, both men looked up. Seeing Gabe and Uri headed in their direction, they instantly turned down the opposite path. Gabe wondered if they were trying to avoid him, but decided that he was being paranoid.
Trying to not think any further on the odd exit of the men, Gabe asked Uri, “So does everyone go through this training?”
Uri thought on the question for a moment as the two continued through a large doorway. “I suppose,” Uri replied. “Training is tailored to each individual and what their role is. Some are healers and only healers. Some are what we call clerics and are trained in incantations.”
“What are you?” Gabe asked.
Uri laughed and then realized Gabe had been serious with his question.
“A Guardian, like you obviously.” Uri said, looking a bit puzzled. “Michael didn’t explain all this to you?”
“Some of it, but we sort of got interrupted,” Gabe explained.
“I see,” Uri continued. “Well, a Guardian is different. Everyone’s purpose is to protect mankind of course, but when all else fails we are the last line of
“Training, remember?” Uri asked acting a little irritated while glancing back at Gabe.
“Yeah, I mean of course.” Gabe acted as though he had not forgotten. “I need to shower first though.”
Uri began to laugh. “Nonsense, you’re fine. You will really need a shower when I’m done with you though.” Uri turned around and walked over to where Gabe still sat on the floor. He extended a helping hand.
“Come on, you will need a good breakfast however.” Gabe took his hand and stood. “No promises you will be able to keep it down though.” Uri laughed again. Gabe was beginning to think he was not particularly fond of Uri’s sense of humor.
“My clothes?” Gabe asked walking towards the wardrobe.
“Don’t worry about it.” Uri replied growing more impatient. “There will be clothes at the sparring center.”
“Sparring center?” Gabe asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice. Uri laughed again and patted him on the back. The two were off to the dining hall for what Uri kept calling a ‘breakfast of guardians.’ Gabe thought he was trying to play on the ‘breakfast of champions’ saying, but the joke was falling short. After about the third time though, Gabe decided to give Uri the laugh he so desperately craved in hopes he would not have to hear the joke again.
Breakfast was incredible, but the entire time Gabe was wondering what awaited them at this sparring center. He had never been much of a fighter. He had avoided school sports like the plague. The idea of other boy’s bodies being hurled at him with great force had never seemed very appealing.
Gabe’s thoughts were invaded by images of Sophie with no warning. The memories of their evening overwhelmed his curiosity about Uri’s impending lessons. As he thought about dancing under the stars and sharing intimate stories, Gabe was sure Uri had to be wrong about Sophie’s interest. Without warning, a slight smile crept across Gabe’s face.
Once Gabe finished his meal, the two boys headed across the court yard. Uri greeted everyone they passed. Gabe wondered if Uri knew everyone at the manor; he certainly seemed to. A few more unfamiliar faces passed before Gabe caught site of one he recognized. Michael was in the distance, standing and talking to another gentleman. The conversation seemed to be quite intense.
Gabe studied the man Michael was speaking to. He noticed as the man shifted his weight, he seemed to be favoring one leg. The man pulled his golden hair from his face. Gabe recognized him as Anthony, the injured man from Michael’s office. Gabe thought Anthony appeared much stronger than last he had seen him. His stature was broad and commanding.
Gabe watched as Michael and Anthony’s interaction became heated. A second later, both men looked up. Seeing Gabe and Uri headed in their direction, they instantly turned down the opposite path. Gabe wondered if they were trying to avoid him, but decided that he was being paranoid.
Trying to not think any further on the odd exit of the men, Gabe asked Uri, “So does everyone go through this training?”
Uri thought on the question for a moment as the two continued through a large doorway. “I suppose,” Uri replied. “Training is tailored to each individual and what their role is. Some are healers and only healers. Some are what we call clerics and are trained in incantations.”
“What are you?” Gabe asked.
Uri laughed and then realized Gabe had been serious with his question.
“A Guardian, like you obviously.” Uri said, looking a bit puzzled. “Michael didn’t explain all this to you?”
“Some of it, but we sort of got interrupted,” Gabe explained.
“I see,” Uri continued. “Well, a Guardian is different. Everyone’s purpose is to protect mankind of course, but when all else fails we are the last line of
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