Chapter 1
I could feel him behind me. I didn't need to even turn around to see him. I tried to concentrate on Jace's next move, but that was proving difficult since I couldn't do that on a good day, let alone a horrible one.
"Concentrate! Look where you're going to attack," Jace yelled at me. "Find your rhythm, then go in time with that." I gave him an exasperated look.
"That doesn't help Jace, how the heck am I meant to know what my rhythm is?" He always gave me the same advice 'find a rhythm' but in the two months I practised, I still hadn't found a rhythm. He stopped his furry of attacks and put his sword down.
"Maybe you just aren't a natural fighter," he suggested.
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you all this time?" I said. He shrugged, and then indicated for me to put my weapon - a 6 foot long wooden bow - away.
Crowded around the weapon stand was a group of people.
"Oh look, the Royalties," Jace muttered. I hid a smile behind my hand. The Royalties were a group of people who acted really pompous – like, they included; Validas, Adrian, Robert and Cynthia. Them and their 'subjects' were the popular people from our year group (students and above).
Robert was a sleazy kind of guy, the person who checks out every girl that walks by. Adrian was a laid back, flirty but alright kind of guy. Cynthia was a really pretty girl that most of the guy wanted to go out with. And Validas . . .
Bright piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. I could never hold his stare, and like every other time, I looked away, but I could still feel his gaze on me. He was the infamous Valek's son. And just like his father, he was training to become an assassin. He had the same cold, aloof manner of his father as well. In every way, he was exactly like him. He was tall, lean and muscular. He had high cheek bones, a strong jaw line and shoulder length dark hair that he always bound back. Overall, mysterious and alluring and also 5 years older than. Since I was 15 and he was 20, we never really had much chance for conversation.
They all became silent when I and Jace put our weapons away. I didn't normally care when they did this, but I was very aware of my physical appearance just then. My waist length black had come undone from my braid and my clothes were covered in sweat and mud from the work out. Cynthia never appeared to work out, she was always immaculate. Not good for myself esteem.
We turned around to leave the training area when Medic Kevin came in front of us.
"How is your training coming Sabah?" he asked me.
"Erm, good?" I said it like a question, looking at Jace.
"Care to elaborate Jace" He said.
"Rubbish I can't help her, and she needs a proper teacher," he said.
I looked at him in dismay. "Have I really not improved?" I asked. 2 months of extra work out sessions with Jace had worn me out, but I thought I had to be a little better.
I was training to be a medic myself, and I had the perfect grades for it. What I hadn't realised was that, in order for me to be a medic, I had to know how to defend myself, in case there was a war and had to help out.
So, the medic in charge said that while I trained to be a medic, I also learn how to fight. It started off with just running around the training yard to increase my stamina, and then I started learning weapons. The most I could do was 5 laps in one go, and I could only fight with knives/daggers. Not impressive.
"We'll find you a proper teacher, one who can find your flaws and work on them," Medic Kevin started. "Look Sabah, you've got great potential to be a medic, we don't want to waste it."
"OK," I said. So now I was going to have lessons all around my schedule. Great.
"I'll find you a teacher by morning," He said and left.
I could feel his heavy gaze on me again. I didn't want to turn around to look at him, because I knew those blue eyes would bore into my own. Instead I started walking with Jace back into the castle.
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