Chapter 1: New Found Abilities
Vincents POV: It was Late Autumn and Vincent had been training for the better part of the day his body ached and was sore, he let out a long sigh… for he had just recovered from a rather gruesome battle.
" I figured you would be out here" said voice " You always are, never giving your body proper rest, we worry about you Vincent." "I know Irene,... it's just.. Right now this *examines sword* is the only thing that feels real to me, not even the crisp chill air of the evening feels real" " Hmph, well Vincent I think I might know something that'll feel real" said Irene. As she got closer Vincent could feel the very air around him change 'which wasn't that big of a deal considering just how powerful of a witch Irene was' with a loud clap of thunder and a flash of white light the two standing in the clearing on the hill were gone…
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Hiccups POV: Hiccup had finished his daily chores at the forge and at his father's house so now he finally had time to go and train at the grove which more recently had felt more like a home than his father's had in the 16 years he had been alive. That was most likely due to the fact that his one and only friend for the better part of a year now toothless who also happened to be the "unholy offspring of lightning and Death itself" a night fury. After multiple rigorous hours of training with his signature weapon the glaive, he decided it would be best to stay at the grove for the night instead of trying to sneak back into his father's home. In the morning it was business as usual except for the fact that the rather small viking was rather tired and could barely stay awake for Gobber's lecture on how not to be turned into roasted viking when fighting boulder class dragons, little did he know what was about to happen…
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Vincent POV: Vincent wore an incredibly stern face while looking at Irene who just a moment before was complaining how he never let his body get "proper" rest yet here she was trying to get him to "expand his mind and powers" " C'mon Vincent,... you never want to train your abilities as a Nephalem*
Yet it is imperative if you want to ever reclaim your father's throne" " and what if i don't" spit Vincent he had grown tired of his dear friends antics he knew that he needed to but he preferred the blade over magic because he could put his trust in a blade but magic failed. Even experienced users such as Irene still had difficulty with some spells and he knew what his right arm was capable of. "Vincent I know you're tired and sore but please put just a little effort in and then we will be done" Irene said sweetly she knew him better than most they had met after a siege some 5 years prior, this led to them becoming very close friends who had feelings for one another but are both too shy to ever say anything at all. " Fine" grumbled Vincent
he knew he had been rather short with her but at the same time it was partly on purpose because he thought she looked absolutely adorable when she was slightly angry with him the way her eyebrow furrowed and nose scrunched just made something click in his head and all he could do is mutter a single word response because of how lost in thought he was little did he know she thought the same thing that was why she transported them to the training grounds*. "Now then focus your mind,... See the white beach and calm blue ocean." Uttered Irene barely even audible "Holy hell,... I see it i actually see it." Said a rather excited Vincent this was his first time actually visualizing his own magic and seeing just how much mana he truly had and my god was he impressed. "Good now we will start with a simple incantation,... Fireball, visualize in your right hand a flame once that flame is there bend its shape so that it becomes a ball then throw that ball and make another one do this ten times then do it here in the real."Irene spoke clearly and with great confidence "alright" spoke Vincent. About ten minutes passed before his eyes flew open and there was a sharp pain in his side. Standing around him were soldiers dressed in garb he had never seen carrying rather brutal weapons there were ten in total he rose slowly and his right hand went up in flames as he did so. ''gods he is so handsome damn him for not wearing a shirt it's going to be hard to get this image out of my head' Irene was lost in thought till Vincent exploded 3 of the targets she created with a single fireball the other 7 moved to fill in the gaps and one from the front and one from the back stepped in to attack him. ' Irene may be my closest friend but she wont pull punches when it comes to my training these targets have real weapons that could cause some serious injuries if i'm not careful' Vincent's mind was working overtime as he thought about if they could really hurt him. He decided he didn't have time to think as there were two enemies coming from different sides… In one motion Vincent stepped to the left of the assailant directly in front of him and grabbed his wrist breaking it with the sheer force of his grip bending his arm back and around the target's back with a quick upward jerk the sound of his rotator cuff breaking could be heard the target simply vanished after that signalling that he had defeated him the enemy that came from the back was now charging him from the front along with the 5 other apparitions Vincent leapt into the air and threw a very large fireball straight down killing the remaining 6 targets and completing his training for the day. Irene and Vincent walked back into their little camp where the rest of the mercenary group that they had begun to call a family was there were various drunken cheers of joy as the two walked back. Vincent was the captain of the raiders and one of the Leader's most trusted companions. Irene and Vincent decided it would be best for them both if they went to bed little did they know what was waiting for them in the early hours of the morn…
Author's Note: First chapter done and I feel pretty good about it please leave a review and tell me what you think i saw quite a few spelling errors but i'm not going to fix them unless it really bothers you. Anyway The Training Grounds are a place not in this realm it is a safe zone where Irene and Vincent along with anyone they see fit can go to at any point. Nephalems are beings of extreme power and are identified by markings on their right arm. Anything i put a * is something i will describe at the end of a chapter.
