CHAPTER 10
After exiting the building, Elva and I head to the magnificent garden – my breath catches as I glimpse the unending beauty of nature, lawns and flowerbeds stretching far into the horizon.
If only the modern world could see this, they'd definitely work harder to preserve the environment, I think, sighing to release the overpowering feeling of contentment.
On my left side, there is an infinite amount of flowers; their fragrance attacking my nostrils all at once; their colours solid and unwavering; their petals exquisite: they were all gently swaying in the warm breeze, enlightening the otherwise bland landscape of plain humanity. On the right however, lies an area stark in contrast. Surrounded by trees, it is almost completely hidden, but to anybody with a sharp eye (something I had developed during my watch from atop the hills) the secluded mini-arena is an obvious interruption in the sequence of nature. There seems to be numerous people there, not all of them human – it is easy to tell by the way the two beings in the middle moved in a blur of unnatural speed. Just then, a voice shatters my daze, and I compose myself after realising that I had been gaping like a fish.
"This is the place. You know, I suggest you ask somebody to teach you to fight…you cannot really be considered a grown-up if you are unable to handle a sword – or any other type of weapon for that matter."
Frowning, I wonder exactly why I would need a sword anyway. This place must be dangerous and all, but why would everybody need to use a weapon? It doesn't make any sense.
I'll just go with it for now...
A/N: I haven't uploaded stuff for ages cause I've been having a LOT of personal issues..this story isn't for readers anymore, it's just my digital escape from the real world. If you're reading, I'm glad you enjoy it but i'm not trying to impress anyone anymore.