"You said you went for a walk and tripped over a root?" Dojo Said while looking over Stella's ankle. It was morning by now, and she had to let them know her ankle was messed up.
"Yeah. I guess i should've looked where i was going." Stella said
"Why were you even walking outside the temple after dark?" Omi questioned, giving her a puzzling look.
"I couldn't sleep, ok? " Stella said.
"Omi leave her alone. Well, you can't be training for a couple days. Just stay in your room or lay outside when they're training and you should be good as new." Announced Dojo.
"Next time, walk inside the temple. We don't want this happening again." Master Fung said, watching the monks bicker the whole time.
"Yes, Master Fung." Stella said.
"And Omi," he started. "Be nicer to Stella. She's gonna be here awhile so you must get used to her presence."
Omi sulked "Yes,Master Fung"
"Now let's leave Stella to rest." Master Fung said, as he moved her curtain for the monks to exit out of. He looked at Stella.
"Perhaps this would be a good time for you to try some healing spells"
"I can try Master Fung, but a lot of them are only achieved through Enchantix."
"Well study the spells anyway. So when you earn your enchantix, you'll be ready to use them."
"Do you honestly think I'll ever gain enchantix? The most of the monks aren't exactly friendly with me. "
"Time will tell. Don't give up yet." He said, as he closed the curtain to let her rest.
She sighed and plopped back down.
"I'll never get my enchantix powers." She thought. She's gonna have to save someone with ultimate sacrifice. The monks aren't exactly trusting of her, so saving them wouldn't be because she cares about them.
"Maybe with chase." Stella muttered
Chase young. He came back into her mind again. She's been thinking about him a lot. Ever since he saved her and kissed him on the cheek. He acts tough, but deep down, she was sure he liked her, but she wasn't about to push it. He is evil after all. A relationship of good and evil would be catastrophic. She sighed,and went back to sleep.
