your birthday if he was going to come at all. We doubted he would even know the exact date of your birthday, that is if he even knew you existed. We weren’t even sure of that much. Dad just wanted you to have few years of normal life, Ariella, you can’t be mad at him for that. I wish I’d gotten as much. You don’t realize how lucky you really are.”
“Ariella! Time to get up and come down stairs!” my father’s voice bellows from downstairs.
I groan.
“You know him, it’s training time.” Jacob smiles sympathetically at me. “You’ve missed too many days for him to let you miss anymore.”
Today is the first day in a long time that I actually understand why I need to train and learnt to fight. There’s an evil witch after me and there are other beings out there that could try and kill me at any moment. I need to be able to defend myself as much as possible. Okay makes sense, but can’t I just have a day to take this all in and digest it?
Jacob gets up and leaves the room so I can get ready to train with my dad. I wonder if he has all the equipment set up somewhere or if we are just going to spar. Although I’ve trained with my father more times than I can count, this time feels so much different. I’m nervous .
I jump out of bed still feeling groggy as hell and run a brush through my hair. There’s no point in showering before I train because I’m going to have to shower afterwards anyhow. I throw my hair up in a tight bun. I notice a few shopping bags at the end of my bed and wonder if Jacob brought them in when he came in. I pull out a pair of shorts and a bright pink tank top. Whoever picked these out had training in mind.
I rip the tags off carelessly and throw the clothing on before splashing cold water over my face hoping that it will wake me up. It doesn’t.
I sprint down the stairs before my dad has the chance to yell at me to hurry up.
When I get downstairs I smell bacon cooking and am immediately jealous. I realize I’m starving but know that I can’t eat before I work out or I’ll puke.
“Hungry?” D asks from the kitchen table, the kitchen table that wasn’t there when we got here yesterday. He’s chowing down on the bacon that I smell. I scowl at him.
“No. I have to work out with dad,” I answer realizing that I sound extremely annoyed by this fact.
“With your dad? I think you’re mistaken. Your dad just left to go finish up his work on getting us some new identification. Jacob just left to well...I don’t quite remember,” D says scratching his head and shoving more bacon into his mouth with the other.
Just when I’m about to jump for joy thinking that I’m getting away without training this morning D says, “So I’ll be helping you train this morning. You better have something to eat before we get at this though.”
My heart drops into my stomach, all hopes smashed.
“I’ll get sick if I eat first,” I admit sheepishly. “Trust me you don’t want to see that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He chuckles. “Let’s get at this then.”
I follow D down into the basement which I’m surprised to find completely empty besides an ancient looking gymnastic mat that covers the majority of the floor.
“What’s the plan?” I ask him as I make the final step down to the floor.
“Your dad wanted me to help you train today because you have all his and Jacob’s moves memorized. You’ve never fought me so it’ll be like going up against a stranger. Just come at me as if I’m about to kill you. Fight to kill,” he suggests with a shrug.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I giggle.
“Good luck. You’ll be lucky to last two seconds.” He smirks. “I’ve been doing this a bit longer than you.”
“You come at me if you’re the one supposedly trying to kill me.” I smile and begin stretching.
Suddenly I’m staring up at the roof.
“What the hell! I was stretching you could’ve seriously hurt me!” I scold him while jumping up.
“A ravenous
“Ariella! Time to get up and come down stairs!” my father’s voice bellows from downstairs.
I groan.
“You know him, it’s training time.” Jacob smiles sympathetically at me. “You’ve missed too many days for him to let you miss anymore.”
Today is the first day in a long time that I actually understand why I need to train and learnt to fight. There’s an evil witch after me and there are other beings out there that could try and kill me at any moment. I need to be able to defend myself as much as possible. Okay makes sense, but can’t I just have a day to take this all in and digest it?
Jacob gets up and leaves the room so I can get ready to train with my dad. I wonder if he has all the equipment set up somewhere or if we are just going to spar. Although I’ve trained with my father more times than I can count, this time feels so much different. I’m nervous .
I jump out of bed still feeling groggy as hell and run a brush through my hair. There’s no point in showering before I train because I’m going to have to shower afterwards anyhow. I throw my hair up in a tight bun. I notice a few shopping bags at the end of my bed and wonder if Jacob brought them in when he came in. I pull out a pair of shorts and a bright pink tank top. Whoever picked these out had training in mind.
I rip the tags off carelessly and throw the clothing on before splashing cold water over my face hoping that it will wake me up. It doesn’t.
I sprint down the stairs before my dad has the chance to yell at me to hurry up.
When I get downstairs I smell bacon cooking and am immediately jealous. I realize I’m starving but know that I can’t eat before I work out or I’ll puke.
“Hungry?” D asks from the kitchen table, the kitchen table that wasn’t there when we got here yesterday. He’s chowing down on the bacon that I smell. I scowl at him.
“No. I have to work out with dad,” I answer realizing that I sound extremely annoyed by this fact.
“With your dad? I think you’re mistaken. Your dad just left to go finish up his work on getting us some new identification. Jacob just left to well...I don’t quite remember,” D says scratching his head and shoving more bacon into his mouth with the other.
Just when I’m about to jump for joy thinking that I’m getting away without training this morning D says, “So I’ll be helping you train this morning. You better have something to eat before we get at this though.”
My heart drops into my stomach, all hopes smashed.
“I’ll get sick if I eat first,” I admit sheepishly. “Trust me you don’t want to see that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He chuckles. “Let’s get at this then.”
I follow D down into the basement which I’m surprised to find completely empty besides an ancient looking gymnastic mat that covers the majority of the floor.
“What’s the plan?” I ask him as I make the final step down to the floor.
“Your dad wanted me to help you train today because you have all his and Jacob’s moves memorized. You’ve never fought me so it’ll be like going up against a stranger. Just come at me as if I’m about to kill you. Fight to kill,” he suggests with a shrug.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I giggle.
“Good luck. You’ll be lucky to last two seconds.” He smirks. “I’ve been doing this a bit longer than you.”
“You come at me if you’re the one supposedly trying to kill me.” I smile and begin stretching.
Suddenly I’m staring up at the roof.
“What the hell! I was stretching you could’ve seriously hurt me!” I scold him while jumping up.
“A ravenous
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