4: Dreams

I want to become the best musketeer in the spiral.

Helen wondered for hours how she could get the best training on Skull Island. As far as she knew, there wasn't any advanced musketeers on Skull Island. All of them were currently on missions, but they usually were, so Helen wasn't surprised.

She'd spend days trying to figure out how to become stronger, and often achieving nothing in the process.

There should be better musketeers out there who are better than me. If they are still alive, that is.

All the powerful Pirates were sent to Cadiz a few weeks back. They haven't returned, so they were presumed dead.

Although Helen wasn't the greatest musketeer, she was considered to be among some of the greatest musketeers currently still living on Skull Island.

She knew Sestiva had much bigger dreams than her. Sestiva not only wanted to be the best in her class, but also to take down Cadiz single handedly.

Helen had been telling Sestiva that her dream was impossible. She would only be able to achieve half of it, which was being the best in the witchdoctor class. She told her that no one has ever come out of Cadiz alive, and Skull Island's been sending pirates to attack Skull Island for decades, but no ship sent there has ever returned. That the stories she heard said that all the ships sank endlessly, but the think there is a bottom to the spiral, and all the hundreds of thousands of ships that was sent there, are down there, broken to a million pieces.

Sestiva would say that anything is possible is you believed it was possible, but Helen would always refuse to believe such a thing was true.

I should go train. I'm going to help Sestiva achieve her dream and at the same time achieve mine too. Sestiva should be up in her cave like she usually is training. I should give her some company and join her, there's no other place to practice without people complaining about gunfire.

It's hard to believe that Sestiva can take down Cadiz by herself, so I'll have to train as hard as I can too.

Helen smiled, and started walking from the small building that she and Sestiva owned, to Sestiva's training cave on the top of the very steep hill. Of course, Sestiva was already there, casting spell after spell, tiring herself out.

"How long have you been up here?" Helen asked, making sure Sestiva didn't over exert herself.

"I've been…up here…since…morning." Sestiva panted, wiping the sweat off her face with her sleeve. "Want to…join…me?"

"Sure. I came up here to do so anyways. What have you been working on since morning?"

"Target practice. Just to increase my accuracy. I've tried running and casting to stimulate a moving target and I did pretty well, but when I stand still, It's not all that accurate."

"Show me."

Sestiva cast one of her many spells, the spell hitting wall to the left of the target.

"Your staff is too far out, bring it closer and keep your arm bent rather than extended."

"Thanks, Helen. Now we're both one step closer to reaching our dreams."

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-Samantha Hawkins