Barely opening her left eye, "He hasn't moved," she thought.
Sitting across from her, Rath was meditating and she was post to be doing the same thing. Since their long trek north, Rath was training her. Granted, he wasn't rough like Jess, but she seen what he can do. However, he wasn't training her any fancy fighting moves just meditating. Maybe he was sick. His limp was gone, but he has been sweating and short of breath since Billeting. He didn't look like he was dying. Then again how's she post to know?
Opening the another eye, "What's the point of this, mightily Jedi master?"she asked.
"For you to accept your potential," he answered with eyes still closed.
"Not these again."
"Why else did your aunt try to kill you?"
"Don't bring my aunt into this."
'Still running are we? You won't accept what happened in the sewer."
"Listen that was during a moment we nearly died plus our dimension had magic."
Opening his eyes, he stood up. She did the same thing.
"No, it exist here," pointing to her head, "and here," pointing to her heart, "The head regalutes the heart which is the battery."
"You're full of it. You should be teaching me some fighting moves not fortune cookie writing."
Shifting his eyes, "What's that?" he asked pointing.
Following his finger, "A boulder," she remarked.
Holding his palm up with out taking his eyes off her, bright light went from his palm towards the boulder and destroyed it.
"You're right maybe I should teach you some fighting move," he remaked to Kate with her mouth gaping up.
Feasting on the carcass of an elk, Pol's head shot up.
"That was an energy blast," wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, "They're close," he thought returning to his meal.
Floating in a small creek, "That's good," she thought as the cool water faded away the soreness in her body.
Her mouth got her into trouble again. Not showing any sign of being stabbed in the thigh, Rath's method of training made Jess's seemed easier.
However the sensation of being watched interrupted the relaxation of her muscles. Standing up right, her eyes studied the trees. Walking towards the pile of her clothes, she didn't wait to dry off. Putting her bra on, her ears detected branches snapping. Slowly slipping her panties on, something rushed towards her.
Water splashed as she screamed and stood up. She was still in the small creek. No longer feeling peaceful, she walked out of the water and towards her clothes.
The fabric struck to her wet skin as she hurried back to the campsite. She wanted to tell Rath about this dream, but decided against it.