(Chapter 1)
It was a lot bigger in person then she had thought it was going to be… staring up at the Monastery on the mountain-top caused a squirming feeling in the pit of her stomach.
deep breath in, deep breath out She swallowed hard and reached her hand up to pound on the heavy wooden doors.
No sooner then her hand had left the door to pound for a third time did the doors open of their own accord. She sucked in a deep breath.
well I guess there's no turning back now, they've opened the door!
She stepped into the dimly lit anti-chamber and was immediately engulfed by the fragrances of burning incense and the loudness of the quiet.
The quiet of this place seemed almost as to hold its breath, waiting for something… waiting for her.
Ducard surveyed the confident but cautious gate of the young, early twenties, female that stepped through the doors.
Was this truly a good decision? He knew the risks of training someone such as her, but the possibilities outweighed the risks… didn't they?
Ducard was unsure, but now was not the time for this… the introductions must begin.
She heard something before she felt it. It was a rush of sound then a heavy boot struck her in her right shoulder blade.
Damn! I need to concentrate! In. Out. In. Out. This is simply a test, I am simply standing in the sparring ring. He's not going to hurt me… at least I don't think he will…
Ducard didn't speak. He wanted to judge her reactions. He had clearly caught her off-guard with that inner-cressent kick to her shoulder blade, and that would leave a bruise for some time.
He continued to not speak, and to tread as silently as he could… being mindful of his footsteps and his surroundings was something that he had learned, and learned well. He would make this perspective student work for her blows.
ah, a little hesitant with that right jab, but she dealt with the backhand to her right cheek fairly well. I wonder what would happen if I …
Ducard continued to press her until she was about to step onto the deas. No one was allowed to step there, so he had to stop this here and now.
With a sweep that hooked both her legs, he sent her crashing to her back with her head barely touching the step.
uuhh, can't, breathe. Lungs, hurt. Head, hurts. Getting, dizzy. Think, I might…
Hmmm, maybe her head hit the floor harder then I thought. I wonder if she completed her task?
Unzipping her heavy winter jacket, he found the blue flower resting safely in her inner breast pocket.
Hmmm, not even crumpled… not bad…
Author's Note: Don't know much yet I know, but things will be explained. Just be patient.