Ok, here it is. the story telling is going to change slightly now. These last couple of chapters are going to converge to the fianle, so they link together. So sorry in advance for any cliffhangers. so please, read and weep? or am i too hopeful. please, at least read :)
and thansk to all you guys who have supported me :)
Chapter 5: Tanith Low
Slash
The head falls off the training dummy as Tanith swings her sword at it.
Rip.
The arms of the dummy are ribbons at her feet. But she still doesn't feel better. She stands in a sea of ruined dummies. Sweat pours down her face and neck and she gasps for breath. She doesn't know how long she's been here, but she needs to be better.
Better. Stronger. Faster. More dangerous. More deadly.
This has been her mantra for so long now. Still exhausted, she returns to her training.
She will be better. Stronger. Faster. More dangerous. More deadly.
She has to be better. Stronger. Faster. More dangerous. More deadly.
She must become better. Stronger. Faster. More dangerous. More deadly.
The dummies fall before her eyes like rain, like drops of blood. Had it been raining at Aranmore? Or had it just been the blood from her falling? She doesn't know.
There is a knock at the door. She spins around. More adrenaline fills her body; more than any human should contain. She dashes to the door and mutters "withstand". She looks around nervously, thinking the situation through. She won't make the same mistakes again. She jumps onto the wall and runs round the walls of room, sealing the windows as she goes. She lands in the middle of the room, waiting.
