Ouch, even with the soothing salve and healing the Fae at the healing house gave, it still hurts to move my arms.
I'll explain, after I ran away from my mothers and family, I got lost in the Drangdid. I managed alright on my own but this gnoll came up behind me and trapped me. I didn't have nor know how to use a weapon, so I was pretty much stuck. I created a shadow shield and hoped for the best.
Right after I screamed at it, one of my fathers, Victor, showed up. I won't lie, he scares me. At the beginning of our argument, he even threatened to 'unmake me' not only that, he talked about hitting me!
I guess I wanted attention so badly, that I stood there instead of running. Actually, I stood up to him and told him exactly how I felt and why. It was a bit of a Morena bashing session, but in the end I told him that I still wanted him in my life. He remarked back that it was pretty much if I'll 'behave' kinda thing. Did Drucilla have to deal with this?
Oh, and it gets worse, he said he'd teach my self and my brother how to defend ourselves. Right, the first thing he did was tell him to hit me! He did it too, Alty knocked me clean onto my back. I got up though, I wasn't going to let my father think I was weak. When I returned the punch, it wasn't just Alty I was hitting, it was Letha, Morena, Mo, Alty, and Victor. All of them got a taste of what they deserved! Thats when I got praised by Victor.
It felt so good to be praised, I won't lie about that. Next he asked about what we thought of when we thought of weapons. My brother was scary about his choices, dagger, sword, and mace I think. The way Father described his choices made him sound like a cold killer.
Morningstar was my choice, and father pretty much said I was brutal. I don't see it, I have no desire to hurt anyone else unless they earned it, but for the praise, I made the exception.
Next, we went to see an uncle of ours, apparently he and Father didn’t have the nicest of talks. However we got our weapons, and we were told to practice.
Oh, and I did, I smashed Letha up and killed her a dozen times, well my imagined image of her anyway. She felt my wraith! Too bad she really didn't see it, or know it as her I was battering. Anyway, I got more praise for it and Alty kicked it up to compete with me, with me!
After that got boring, I started 'dodging' him so to speak. Each time he moved, I safely far away, dodge the attack and 'fought' back. After neither of us could take a moment more, we both dropped our weapons, mine before his. I may have understood why father allowed us to push our selves so hard, after all, we did it he didn't tell us too.
Understanding stopped when he gave us five minutes before we had to go again. My brother and I agreed, we'd fight each other to save strength. He had strength, stronger then me I was sure, I was just quicker and had more agility then him. For as long as I fight him, that will be my way of staying alive.
Anyway, I won the fight and got to sit out, the whole time the training lasted, I got the praise, not Alty. I feel bad about it and hope that the rivalry will not sever the sibling bound...not that there has been much of one. I don't want him to hate me or see me as an enemy.
I am left wondering if I was in trouble, would either try to save me? Would they care if I got my self in a bad crowd or went missing? I just don't know.
Well, I am waking up early to run and work out. I'll show father I am stronger. Funny that I am going to become a warrior when all I want to be is a charished daughter and sister.
