May 16,
Your father had always told me that the key to throwing a blade was the same as if you were shooting an arrow. Accuracy.
Dauntless was never a place for gentle and easy going days. Actually if was far from it. Take it from me as one of the most active and lively places I have ever seen. Like if every person in New York suddenly became a fitness instructor. Crazy I know.
It was one those days that your mother couldn't help but keep herself out of trouble and sadly it happened to be a time that your father could of helped. My instructor happened to be Eric... Yep the man from earlier. Punishments weren't as severe as they are in today's society but nonetheless I was glad that he was punished at all.
Eric was respected so he kept his job which was training me and a couple of your aunties and uncles. He was give good behaviour and a large fine but that was it. Now don't think of me too badly when I tell you this one. It was around midday when we were told by Eric who was being shadowed by your father at the time said were going to master the control of a blade. But it wasn't a sword he was talking about.
It was indeed a throwing blade, which were unbelievably sharp. A boy in our class was having trouble with his blades non of which were sticking into any of his targets and the boy was now getting frustrated.
A few of the group tried to give him pointers but Eric wasn't having any of it and with a yell he stopped all the actions of the other people turning their attention on to him. I can remember it clear as day. "Stop!" he was loud like his yell could be comparable to thunder it was that loud.
He spoke words with the boy but the boy was to scared to answer even when yelled at. So Eric took it into his own hands and told him to stand in front of one of the awaiting targets. he hesitated for a second before making his way to the target. Shaking he waited, Eric smiled and call apon your father.
Boys your father was very honourable to say the least but he was in the same position as Eric was and although he didn't agree with it, it was a test. Your father stood up an walked over to the table grabbing a neat pile of four blades and walked towards where we were standing and prepared to throw.
But just as he was about to throw it, Your mother objected. Your father had later told me didn't approve but thought I was brave for doing so. Eric had told him and I to switch places and I did. the first blade hit the board quickly making my breath hitch slightly.
The second blade went the same only closer than the first almost like a teaser to the final one. I did question it in my head whether he was going to throw all four or just three or two even. As I gracefully stood awaiting the sounds of the cracking of the blade hitting the wood right beside me from the third one but I wasn't expecting it to actually hit me.
Yes your father had hit me with the blade right on the edge of my ear. That was actually how I got my scar. At first I was mad but then I realised he had helped me. By hurting me he stopped Eric from dismissing me for being rude and speaking openly. Which wasn't a good thing according to Eric.
I remember glaring at him for a while to mad to actually yell at him or make a scene but I remember the way he looked at me. The very slight affection in his hard stare would of made me laugh. But really all I wanted to do was hug him.
Boys the one piece of advice I can give you is when you decide to live dangerously, you always need to be careful and there will not always be a person who is there be a jail free card. But that's why a little piece of independence can go along way...
Hello readers! I have decided after a lot of thinking to finish this book. So it will have about 10 or so chapters left. Okay thank you for reading Hope you enjoyed!