By The Light of Lightening: Nicks and Cuts
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Chip tries out his new weapon and well…it doesn't turn out too well.
Disclaimer: don't own them.
-By the spirits, I HATE SWORDS. I HATE THEM! They were created to stroke some male's ego. I have more cuts and bruises more than I have fingers and toes. It is quite funny that they won't practice with a staff. Perhaps, I should be more insisted in those practices. He might use it as an excuse to hold me back. I can't have that- Unknown.
"Ouch!" Chip said then winced slightly at the pressure Daggeron placed on his cut on his arm with a piece of cloth.
"Stay still, Chip." Daggeron said calmly.
"Trying…"
He watched as Daggeron removed the cloth and examined the cut. It was angry looking cut. It was still bleeding a little.
"It looked like it doesn't need stitches. Hold this," Daggeron said as he moved away to get something from the cabinet.
"Good…I don't want mom to flip out," He said as he pressed his hand against the bandage.
"Good point. Your mother has quite a temper."
"You noticed, huh?"
Daggeron returned with a jar and some bandages. He took a seat across from him and gently removed his hand. He made a face when Daggeron opened the jar. That stuff smelled awful. He winched slightly when Daggeron put the stuff on his arm.
"What were your mistakes?" Daggeron said.
He thought for a moment.
"I kept switching hand positions. I know my stances were wrong. I know that I probably block the attacks wrong." He said.
"What did you do right?"
"I didn't kill myself."
Daggeron laughed as he closed the jar and put it to the side. He started to bandage up the cut.
He watched for a moment as he watched Daggeron's work.
"I have been researching. I am kind of wondering why everything is so….messy and unorganized. Sometimes, I feel that I am going to find a cookbook more so than a history book," He said.
"Partly, it has to due with the war. Another part had to do with us being not very good scholars. There were a few among us that were scholars. Have you had any luck?"
"I found a few books by Ballwin and some from other writers. But they only gave a vague sense of history but no details. I mean there are details but I need to piece them together."
Daggeron nodded.
"Most likely, they were afraid that the Master or his troops would get the information and spells. It was a dark time in our history."
"That is why I am writing the "Book" to end all books. Well…at least a history book."
"That is a sound plan but it sounds like a huge task. Are you sure that it isn't taking on too much?"
He scratched his head and shook his head.
"No…since I am researching. I can just add it as I go along. Beside, the journal I found has been a great help."
"A journal? Does it have a name?"
"Now, that I have came across of yet. She is kind of funny and seemed to have known the Mystics."
Daggeron paused for a moment.
"Many knew the Mystics. They often travel among the different races."
"She talked about that."
"Tell me more about her," Daggeron said as he finished putting on the band aid.
"Thanks…I think that she is a warrior or a knight. Could she be a knight?" He said as he waved his arm around to test it out.
"It is possible. It would be before my time. There were no female knights during original Mystics time…my time."
"Oh," He said with a frown.
That was strange. He could have sworn that she was a knight. Oh, well…more research involved.
"Time to end our training. I must get ready for Nick's training. I also want to talk to Snow Prince. It is time for you to start training with him as well."
He has only met Snow Prince a few times. All of the things that he has been hearing have been from Nick.
That was always interesting.
"Really?" He said with excitement.
Daggeron nodded as a smile formed on his face.
He couldn't wait.
End of Nicks and Cuts.
Next Chapter: Told From The West Side
A/N: I want to thank everyone for the reviews. They are totally awesome. I plan to bring up more of the Mystics and the knights as the story continues. Read and Review if you wish.