Chapter 6

He was immune to fire? How was that even possible? The truth was, that it wasn't possible. No person could ever be immune to fire. Jordan had to be telling her a white lie. "That's not possible," she whispered, having trouble putting her thoughts together. The only people she knew of that were immune to fire were Bible characters; Shadrach, Meshach, and Obednego. God was probably on that list too, considering he kept them from burning whilst in the furnace. Yeah, when Sabine was little, her parents used to make her go to Sunday school, until she was old enough to where she felt brave enough to tell them no more Sunday school.

"Oh, but it is," Jordan grinned, thrusting his fist in the air and gave a war cry. Definitely over reacting, don't you think? "Don't you see?" Jordan asked, shaking her shoulders a little too roughly. He was a little too excited about this. "We're invincible together, Sabine. I'm immune to fire, and hey, let's face it, you're kick-ass."

Sabine couldn't help but blush as he described her as 'kick-ass.' No one had ever told her she was kick-ass before and she rather liked it, even if it was coming from an eleven year old. It was nice to hear just the same. She had to hold onto Jordan's arms to keep him from bouncing up and down. It was making her dizzy. "I appreciate the compliment, Jordan, but don't you think you're just taking this a little far? You may be immune to fire, but what would I need you for?" She didn't exactly plan on getting herself blown up. No, fire was definitely not on her list.

Again, Jordan's eyes drooped dejectedly and Sabine couldn't help but kick herself, for like the tenth time since Jordan cam and interrupted her writing. Why was it so hard to accept his help? Hmm…was it because he was still just a child, no matter what he told her? Uh…yes! Just because someone had a cool trait, like being immune to fire, still didn't mean that she was going to change her mind. "Don't you see how much of a help I can be to you?" He whispered.

No, that was just it. She didn't see. "No, I don't, Jordan. You're a great kid, but not what I'm looking for. I'm sorry." Again, Sabine had to kick herself mentally. "You can't even fight," she whispered, before she could stop herself.

"You don't think I can fight?" He questioned, hopping up to his feet, pulling Sabine with him. Oh, great. He was going to use her as a punching bag. She probably deserved it, but she still didn't appreciate this at all.

"What are you doing, Jordan?" She shrieked, as he dragged her away from the corner. Sabine was just barely able to snatch her journal up off the ground before they scrambled out of the balcony. "Where are you taking me? She demanded, after they had worked their way to the academy.

"To show you that even eleven year olds are good for something," he seethed, still clutching rather tightly to her arm. She didn't even try to break free from his grasp because, let's face it, it wouldn't be worth the wrath of Jordan.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she snapped at him, feeling annoyed at the fact that he was twisting her words around.

"It was implied and that's all it takes," Jordan paused so suddenly, that Sabine couldn't help but bump into him.

She looked around, trying to figure out where they were. She knew that she'd never been in this room before, seeing as she'd never seen it in her life. Sabine noticed that it was a training room of sorts. There were two bookshelves at the back wall of the room, filled with weaponry knick-knacks. There were things like swords, mallets, axes, and little spiky chains with a huge ball at the tail end of it. She couldn't help but shutter at the thought, worrying all the more that Jordan was going to use her as a punching bag and slice her open with one of those dangerous looking weapons—particularly, the spiked chain with the ball at the end.

"I don't want to die," she murmured, thinking that Jordan wouldn't hear her.

Unfortunately, he did and chuckled as she said that. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna fight you—yet," he snickered.

She felt more relieved than she would have liked, after hearing that. Sabine hadn't fought anyone since she gave up her wolf-essence, and to be honest, she didn't know if she would be able to fight anyone. She had always been in her wolf form during all her battles, and she had no idea how to use a sword. She then realized that she had to learn how to fight, if she was going to carry out her plan. It was probably a good thing Jordan brought her here. If anything, she would learn a few things that she would hopefully be able to use later, if she could remember them. "I'm very glad you aren't going to kill me," she chuckled. "I'm too young to die, and would hate to think that it would be an eleven year old that would take me down so easily."

Jordan chuckled at her statement, glad to see him in a better mood, and sat himself on a red mat, taking his shoes off. "Gustavo!" Jordan called out.

Sabine was very surprised when a young man of about twenty-five, appeared out of nowhere. Now, where had he come from? "Yes, master Jordan?"

"Gustavo, how many times must I tell you to simply call me Jordan?"

Gustavo shrugged and thought about that for a moment. "A lot," he said, with his thick Italian accent. "But I can't help it. I'm a servant, Master Jordan, and because I am, I feel that it is necessary to call everyone master or missus."

"Honestly, Gustavo," Jordan chuckled. "I'm eleven. Definitely not old enough to be anyone's master." Jordan turned and looked at Sabine, as if asking her a question, only she wasn't sure what that question was. "And don't you dare even think about calling Sabine here, missus."

Who was he to tell people what to call her? Maybe she wanted Gustavo to call her missus? Not everyone shared Jordan's opinion. To tell you the truth, she actually agreed with Jordan on this one. She had always thought it odd when servants called people master or missus. They were people too, even if they were servants. She just wasn't going to tell Jordan that she agreed with him. It would go to his head and he would never let her live it down.

"Thank you for the kind offer ma—I mean Jordan." It was probably going to take Gustavo awhile to ignore the 'master' part. Sabine couldn't help but notice Jordan beaming at the fact that Gustavo called him that and only that. "What service do you request of me, young one?"

"Would you be interested in helping me show Sabine how good of a fighter I am? She doesn't think I can fight and I want to prove her wrong."

A smile played on Gustavo's lips and he was grinning from ear to ear, reminding Sabine of a small school boy. She didn't think that Gustavo ever got to do anything like this, and thought it was nice of Jordan to invite him to do this with him. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." She honestly didn't know if Gustavo could actually fight worth anything, but you can never judge a book by its cover. Sabine then turned to Jordan and realized how wrong she was to assume that he couldn't fight, just because he was eleven.

Jordan grinned and waved him off with a flick of the wrist. "Ha! I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. Don't go easy on me." He grabbed a sword and tossed one over to Gustavo, who caught it without thinking. The man had great reflexes.

"Shouldn't we use practice swords, young one, just in case?" Gustavo had a good point. She didn't want to see him or Jordan getting hurt. This fight was sure going to be interesting, though. She thought excitedly, as she sat Indian style on the ground, in the corner of the room, where hopefully, she would be out of harm's way.

Sighing regrettably, Jordan nodded, though Sabine could tell that he wasn't very happy at all. He, no doubt, wanted to use a real sword. "Fine, but just so you know," he said, facing Sabine. "I'm excellent with a real sword."

Sabine couldn't help but chuckle at him, as he grabbed two practice swords, which resembled the real ones, except the blades were blunt, so it wouldn't hurt—much—if it were to stab you. "I believe you," she waved him off, as Jordan and Gustavo took their stance."

"Are you ready to lose, old man?" Jordan taunted at Gustavo, as he bounced from one foot to the other, his feet a good few feet apart. Who stands like that? Sabine chuckled to herself.

"In your dreams, little boy," Gustavo grinned, as he took the first swing.

Jordan, however, was too quick for Gustavo, and he managed to duck and weave, before Gustavo could strike him. "Not very good, are you old man?" Jordan snickered, after avoiding Gustavo's swipes several more times.

"You'd be surprised," he chuckled, as he managed to get a hit on Jordan's shoulder. Sabine couldn't help but wince at the sound of impact. And it was everything she could do to hold herself back to check and see if he was okay. She was pretty sure that Jordan wouldn't appreciate that very much.

Sabine was so into the fighting, that she failed to notice that Ethan had come into the room and squatted down beside her. "Where the hell have you been?" He questioned. She held her hand up at him, to silence him. She didn't really want to hear it. So maybe, it would have been smart to tell someone where she was going, before she disappeared for hours, but she was old enough to where she didn't have to tell anyone, and that's what really drove Sabine up the wall. "Do you realize that I've been looking for you all over the place? Do you know how worried I've been to wake up—in your bed—and find that you're not in the bed with me? And then, asking everyone in the academy about your whereabouts to learn that no one has seen or heard from you all morning."

Anger welled up inside Sabine and even though they had made love last night, she still wanted to slap him silly, for treating her like a child and well, she had some news for him. She wasn't a child and could do whatever the hell she wanted. Screw her non-swearing policy. "Can't you see that I'm busy?" She inquired, pointing at the other two, who were still fighting and hadn't even noticed that someone else had entered the room—uninvited, nonetheless. "When are you going to get it into that thick head of yours, that I'm not a child," she seethed, never taking her eyes off of Jordan and Gustavo. She was too angry to look at Ethan, for the time being.

"I never said that you were a child, Sabine," he sighed. "Who are they?" He asked, changing the subject, as if noticing them for the first time.

Sabine groaned inwardly, it was impossible to hate him for very long, no matter what she told herself. "The boy is Jordan and the man, Gustavo."

She glanced at Ethan, who appeared to be studying the two very intently. "Yes," he murmured. "I've seen Gustavo around the academy. He's a servant, isn't he? I've never seen the boy though," he noted.

Just as Sabine was getting ready to respond to Ethan, Jordan and Gustavo stopped fighting and Jordan ran over to her side, ignoring the fact that Ethan was there too. "So, what say you, now?" Jordan asked with a grin. "You can't say that I can't fight after that."

That was true. Jordan had walked away with only a bruise on his neck, where the first strike had hit him. Gustavo, on the other hand, was limping and rubbing his left elbow. "I give you some credit ma—Jordan," Gustavo winced, as he paused next to them. "I will never question your mad fighting skills ever again."

"Gustavo's right," she chuckled, high fiving Jordan, who just happened to notice Ethan's presence. "I will never doubt you again."

"Good," he smiled, glaring at Ethan. It was clear that Jordan didn't like him. "Who is he?" He asked.

"This is my boyfriend, Ethan," she introduced Ethan, putting a hand on his arm.

Jordan didn't like that at all. He suddenly turned around and ran out of the room. "Jordan, Wait!" She shrieked. "Do you see what you've done?" Shouting at Ethan, as she then turned and ran after Jordan, hoping to find him before he got too far.