Chapter 13: In Training
The head elf then gave me a quick nudge and we hurried down the dark hallways. I swear everywhere you looked there was shadows looming over you. We finally arrived in a large room that was dimly lit. There were cobwebs and a thick layer of dust covering every surface. I skimmed the room seeing old training equipment like swords, spears and shields. The equipment was help up on bars of silver, almost like it was waiting for me to come and select my weapon. The elf nods his head towards the spears, “Try hitting the target over there, lets see what we have to work with...”
Slowly I approach it, hoping not to embarrass myself. I trained a lot as a kid, it's natural for a blood-soul. I just knew I could hit the target right in the center, just like I will hit the creatures from the sanctuary directly in the heart. I select a spear with a gold handle engraved with elvish writing. I pretend to launch it but it feels too heavy. I place the spear back on the bars and pick up a ruby encrusted spear. I suddenly drop it, boy that ones heavy! I look down, praying it's not broken, but it's fine. Not even a scratch. I then glance over the possible weapons and find they all look too over the top. I'm about to give up and use a silver one when I see something bronze catch my eye. I go to the end of the bars and find a spear with a moss handle. It feels soft in my hand and is as light as a feather. I then quickly turn around and charge at the target and release the simple spear with all my might. It flies straight through the target. I turn to see not the head elf but Klein watching me. I was proud of my accomplishment, I've now made a good impression. Also, it wasn't even that hard to hit, being a blood-soul and everything. “Impressive,” said Klein, “I heard about your encounter with the sanctuary creature, the held elf went to, let's just say... put it to sleep. Nasty things they are!” “Holy!”, I say surprised. “I didn't think that old grandpa elves were so vicious.” “You'd be surprised of what we're capable of ,” said Klein with his common sly smile. “Now that we know you can work with a spear, let's try some other things. Ever used a bow?” “No, I replied. I have no idea how to use one, it's not very well used in the blood-soul domain.” I replied, a little embarrassed. “Well, no problem, I think I can help with that! Let me teach you how, with my help you'll be an expert in no time,” Klein said with a hint of self-possession. He now passes me an emerald colored arrow, followed by a beautifully engraved oak bow. It looked just like a work of art. I hold it feeling a flush of color rise to my cheeks. After a few seconds he lets go and I attempt to hold the bow properly. Unfortunately I can't hold it properly, let alone shoot. Klein approaches me and positions my hand properly on the bow. His skin brushes against mine and a spark shoots through my body. “There, that's the position you should be holding it,” he says taking a step back, “Now I'll show you how to shoot.” Klein approaches behind me and guides my hand to pull back the arrow. The sparks are back. “Wait, he says not quite like that,” he says now in front of me. He gently motions the bow closer to my body, and then before I even know what's happening, he's kissing me. Passion is flowing through my body, his lips are hard against mine. My mind knows it's wrong, but I don't want him to stop. Then, he retreats, now his face is also flushed. In a slightly shy way he says, “I think that's enough training for today, you should go back to your room now.” That's it?!, I think to myself. He must be nervous. I turn to leave the training center and I can feel his gaze on me. The walk back to my room seems to take forever. I replay the sensation over and over again. Finally I arrive back to my room, I realize I am exhausted. Although I'm not sure if it's from training, or Klein. I plop down on the silk bed, wishing he was laying next to me.
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