"Yeah right," I state as we speed off campus. "Where are we going? Why are we leaving? I have an important test coming up I can't leave now. I have worked my whole life to get here."

"You were destined to be here in the first-place Rosa."

"Destiny my ass, I would not have gotten here if it weren't for the fact that I worked my ass off."

"Whatever you say, princess."

I roll my eyes at this, of course, he wouldn't understand.

"You should get comfortable, we are going far away from here, it has been corrupted."

"Corrupted by what?"

"I can't tell you here but I will." He states ominously.

"Whatever you say, comrade. So, who are you really?" I ask while I am already dosing off, my head still hurts from the power I used last night and the fight from earlier.

"I told you, now sleep well Rosa" that is the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

I woke up when we stopped. He threw a sweatshirt at me.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty."

I groan and put the sweatshirt on, I step out of the car and immediately shiver. The cold wakes me up almost immediately. I look around us and there is snow everywhere. Dimitri is walking up to the cabin already with a bunch stuff he is carrying.

"Stop gawking and grab some things and get inside before you freeze to death." he says over his shoulder.

I grab the nearest bags and realize there is food and what not in them. I walk to the beautiful cabin covered in snow. The scenery looks like a wonderful winter wonderland. The snow glistens in the sun and looks like magic. I can hear a running creek behind the cabin, and I can hear the forest. Snow falling off the trees, the creek bubbling through the snow, a silent beauty to the winter around me that I couldn't help but feel like it was more than what I deserved. I walk inside the cabin and Dimitri already has a fire going, and food in the kitchen. I watch him put the things he got away and can't help but feel like this is home. But how would I know how that felt when a home has never been a possibility in my life. I immediately look down how could I possibly think such a thing home with this man. I just meet this guy literally a few days ago. I put down what I brought in and take in my surroundings. There is a window by the fire place, looking out into the beautiful forest across the creek. I could just imagine myself sitting and ready a book in what looks like the coziest window seal ever. I look through the rest of the house and realize there is only one room. I come back to what I assume is the living room. Already he has everything set up, pillows in the window seat, a fire, food on the table. It looks so homely that it almost brought me to tears. I never cry.

"Are you going to eat?" He asks. I look to see what it is and realize that it is just mac n cheese. We sit down and begin to get ready to eat dinner. He serves the mac n cheese and I can't help but laugh.

"What?"

"I can't believe you are a man that eats mac n cheese."

"Honestly I don't. I eat meat. Lots and lots of meat, barbeque meat is my favorite and that's what I make best. Mac n cheese is the only thing that I know how to make on the stove."

"At least I know you aren't perfect at everything," I laugh and begin to eat "So why are we here? What is this place?"

"You ask so many questions. Why can't you just eat?"

"Because a strange man just saved what I think was my life and took me to a remote area and possibly can kill me at any moment. You think I would have questions."

"Good point. I am willing to answer your questions as long as you answer my questions and agree to answer them truthfully."

"Okay," I state and regret it almost immediately. I was curious as to what he could possibly ask me. This god like creature wanting to know more about me. Nothing most likely. I also was not a very open person and was terrible at answering questions without being sarcastic or mean.

"Me first. Why did you bring me here?"

"I am supposed to train you."

"For what?"

"Ah, now it's my turn." I roll my eyes as he asks, "Where are your parents?"

"I don't know." I shrug "What are you supposed to train me for?"

"That I do not know, they told me to come down here and train you since I am the only one that can properly train you. How did you survive the outside world?"

"I hid, made weapons out of what I could."

He seemed impressed at this. "Where did you learn to create weapons like that?"

"It's my turn," I state as I wave my fork at him disapprovingly, "Who are they?"

"That will be all part of your training, it is something I cannot fully explain at the moment. Tell me about your child hood."

"Simple. I got adopted, they died I killed the people that killed them and then I ran. Ever since that moment I have been hunted."

"Ah, you activated the signal."

"The what?"

"The signal is something that monsters can sense, it's like the way you smell, it's almost like a beacon that you let off that tells them to hunt you."

"How many monsters have you killed?"

"Too many."

"Your answers are quite short. You have a hard time answering questions about yourself don't you?"

I look down into my bowl, embarrassed that he could pick up on something like that so quickly.

"I am not a very open person, to be honest."

"Getting answers out of you is almost like pulling teeth out." I laugh that is how my mom uses to describe it too.

"Who adopted you?"

"It is my turn," I laugh.

"No it's not, don't think I didn't notice that you snuck in another question when I wasn't paying attention."

"How about you answer my question first and then I answer your question. Mine answer is a bit long."

"Alrighty."

"Were you being honest when you stated that you were the son of the god of war."

"I can't answer this question right now but I will."

"And you complain that I don't answer questions."

"Difference is that you will eventually get the answers to the questions there is no guarantee that I will get the answers to my questions the way you answer. I can only guess and that may not always be the best. Who adopted you?" He asks almost forcibly.

"A woman, she was the nicest lady in the world and I also had a sister. I was eight when they came and…" I trailed off lost in memory.

"And?"

"They came, to the lady they looked like you or me, but they were shadow like creatures. They didn't have faces, they moved so quickly, I didn't know how to stop them, they killed both the lady and my sister before I could do anything, then they came for me. I don't know what happened anger came over me and I blacked out and they were gone. The cops came and they started saying things like I killed them. I remember my aunt and sisters faces. They were cold and lifeless. I couldn't handle it and I ran. Ever since then I lived on the run fought monsters that came out of most people's night mares, that was until I was 18 that's when I found Lissa and her family, they took me in. I miss them, my sister and my mom, I also miss Lissa and her family. I loved them all so dearly." I get all this out in a rush while staring into my bowl, not knowing why I was telling this strange man all of this but I needed to tell someone and he seemed to understand more than anyone else.

I looked up and he looks at me with almost wonder in his eyes, I look back at him and realize that he does understand. He understands more than anyone else possibly could. I see a flash of almost admiration and caring before it's gone.

"We should probably get to bed soon, you have a long day of training ahead of you." He states while leaning back into his chair, full and happy.

"You can have the bed I will sleep on the floor," I state.

"It is fine you take the bed. I sleep better on the floor."

"No one sleeps better on the floor." I laugh realizing that this is the most I have laughed in a while.

"You have a beautiful laugh, you know." I look up at him and he has that look again, that look that makes me want to melt into his eyes.

"I think I should go to bed now," I put my dishes away trying to keep myself busy so I don't have to look into his eyes, "We can trade off I will take the bed tonight, tomorrow you can have it. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Rosa."

I head to the bedroom and then with one last look back I see that he has moved into the windowsill reading a book, almost picture perfect. He looks up from his book and gives me a smirk that makes my heart flutter. Then he begins to read again.