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Right, Chapter 3!


Shaman Tale

Chapter 3

Late For School (again)

The morning after, Terra didn't want to get up. She lay in her bed, shattered from the training she had had yesterday.

Flashback

"1846… 1847… 1848… Faster!"

"S-sorry…"

"1849… 1850… 1851…"

Terra was on the ground doing push-ups. How she hated push-ups. Her grandpa was counting them, watching her every move to check she did it right.

"Am… am I done?"

"NO, AND NOW YOU'VE MADE ME LOSE COUNT!" her Grandpa snapped. "Know what that means?"

"Oh no… I have to start all over again!"

End Flashback

"Terra," somebody called.

"Mmm…"

"Wake up! Before Grandpa kills you!"

"Nnn…" Terra had recognised Jet's voice by now.

There was a sigh. Then, "Terra… training…"

As soon as the word had left his lips, Terra sat up straight, her eyes wide. "T-training?"

She turned to the side to see Jet laughing his head off. "Training…! Now I know… how to wake… you up!" he managed to say. He looked up at Terra. "You do know Grandpa's waiting for you, right?"

"WHAT?"

She threw back the covers and ran down the stairs in her nightclothes, shouting, "Grandpa! I'm so sorry! My alarm didn't go off! Please don't make me do more training!"

Her grandpa was sipping green tea in the dining room. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You're not late," he said.

"I'm not?"

"No. But you will be. You're not dressed, your hair isn't brushed and you haven't cooked any food yet! And after that you have to follow my new training schedule, and that starts straight after breakfast."

"Huh? But I cooked yesterday! And the day before that!" Terra complained.

"Yesterday was punishment. But otherwise, you're the best cook in the house. Just not in the world."

"But…!"

Grandpa pointed to the clock. "Do you want to be late?"

"Ah!" Terra dashed back up the stairs, leaving Grandpa chuckling. He laughed even more when he heard Terra shout, "GET OUT! OUT!" to Jet, who was obviously still snooping in her room.


Terra's teacher looked up from her desk. "Miss Hiyondo. You're…"

"…Late again. I know, Miss," Terra sighed. She walked to her desk sadly. How she was going to make it through Gym she had no idea.

"Terra!"

"I know, I know," Terra told her redheaded friend. "I overslept."

Vivie sighed. "Gawd, Terra. What do you do all night to keep you awake?"

"Ha ha… you really don't want to know."


"Miss Hiyondo, it's your turn!"

Terra lined herself up with the horse she was vaulting over. This was her favourite part of Gym, because, thanks to Grandpa's training, she loathed running more than anything. That was a shame, because she was really quite good.

She jumped perfectly and joined the end of the queue. Vivie was next, and she was amazing. Way better than me, Terra thought.

Vivie jumped – another perfect vault. She should be a shaman! She'd be so strong…

Surprisingly, Terra had recovered from the morning's 'exercises'. But soon she'd be home, and then the training really began…


Terra sighed as she watched the stars. She was lying on her back in the park, her arms behind her head, on a hill. "This is much better than the graveyard," she said to herself. "It's comfy, it's relaxing… and so much less creepy."

"Less creepy? I wouldn't say that…"

Terra sat up immediately, like she had done that morning. "Show yourself!" she commanded.

A woman, about 17, came out of the shadows. She had striking white hair downto her chinand similar cold grey eyes. Her hair was curled ever so slightly at the ends, and her fringe hung down the sides of her face, framing it. She was wearing a denim jacket that strangely ended at her ribs, a short black dress and a belt that she had slung casually across her hips so that it was at an angle. She wore high black boots, and an evil looking smile. In her hand was a razor edged fan, and Terra noticed her guardian ghost, that was blood red like her lips and in spirit form.

"Prepare to fight, Hiyondo," she said, her voice like ice. "Or better said, prepare to die."


Ta da! Chappie done! Thanks for reading! And it's on a cliffie…! I'm so naughty…

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