It was sunny as I opened my eyes and rolled on the other side of my bed. After a few minutes I began to remember Aella. Her black hair, and her lovely smile. I couldn't stop daydreaming about her as I got off my bed to get ready for my day. I got ready quickly as I had to train for the journey. I made coffee for myself and a breakfast I knew would make me energized for as long as the training would go for. Suddenly, I found a note on the front door that said, "Meet at the village courtyard - Aella." What was this about? Maybe it's about last night? Didn't she leave for the palace?
I walked out the door with a white hoodie on since it was a bit windy. The wind reminded me of the plane crash.. slowly it began to get colder, and the storms grew and whacked me off the plane. Every memory ran across my head and my back had fear run down my spine. I noticed a boy that seemed younger than practice fighting on a dummy, and Aella sitting down watching him. There was also another girl with blonde hair sitting on the ground reading a book. I still felt confused, from the way Aella was flying she looked like she was going for the palace. She waved at me as soon as she saw me and gestured her hand for me to come.
When I arrived, Aella sat next to me and said "since everyone knows you're on your way to save the queen, King Elias hired his best warrior to train you!" She said with a bright face. When I heard those last words I felt worry and regret rest on me. I wasn't ready to fight. I don't know what creatures would be there. I don't want to die. I'm not brave...
"Kace? Kace?? Kace???" Aella said as I made a small jump. She noticed I looked worried and a hint of fear on my face. I put myself back into focus. "Huh? Oh right. Yeah that's great.." I responded. Aella looked concerned. "Well, I'd like you to meet Alastair. Son of the general." Aella introduced. "He will be teaching you how to fight." This was the person who would be teaching me how to fight? He still looks like he hasn't even graduated high school yet! How can a little boy teach me how to use a sword? I looked at Alastair then back at Aella. "So are we going to get started or are we going to just stare at each other?" The boy said with an attitude in his voice. Aella gave me a little nudge, implying that I shouldn't be scared of Alastair. He's just a little boy, he can't harm me. I reassured myself. Alastair threw me a sword like it was a toy. I caught it clumsily. "Hey! I could've gotten stabbed!" I snapped. Alastair rolled his eyes. "Sorry princey boy." Alastair sneered. I balled up my fists. Who does this kid think he is!? Why can't I have a mature adult teach me? Not some kid. "Here wear this." Alastair said as he tossed me something that looked like a bullet proof vest. "Just in case you get your little human fingers cut." Alastair teased and laughed. I got even more furious at that comment. But I still didn't want to get stabbed so I put on the armour.
Hours passed and Alastair, despite being extremely disrespectful, was a good swordsman. He taught me all the stances and how to control a sword well. I made a ton of mistakes and didn't even graze a hair on Alastair. It felt discouraging to lose to a literal child but it encouraged me to do better. Aella laughed when I fell and missed Alastair. The blonde haired girl was still sitting peacefully reading her book. I went to the sidelines to get a drink of water. Sweat was dripping from my forehead. The blonde haired girl held her nose and buried her face in her book.
After break, I went back to training. We smacked swords against each other and there was a lot of falling. At least for me. Alastair was doing most of the hitting but I got a few hits here and there. After that Alastair taught me how to fight without a sword. Kicking, punching, dodging and it was all martial arts. I fell to the ground many times, but it was worth it.. The young boy taught me how to strategize in different situations. For a rude kid, he was pretty clever. The more days we trained, the better I got. My confidence, bravery, and I, took Alastair to the ground a few times. He wasn't a sore loser, he only smiled and went back to fighting. After a week of intense training, we decided that I was ready. Alastair slowly clapped. "Never thought I'd say it but, you did good, princey boy." Alastair approved. I wanted to tell him that my name was not "Princey boy", and I didn't like that name. But it would just be a waste of my energy. I was too weak from all the training to speak.
YOU ARE READING
Sky High
FantasyIn which- A boy named Kace has always dreamed of being a pilot. His mother doesn't want him to because his father died from a plane crash a few years ago. Kace goes against his mother's wishes and finds himself in a mythical kingdom in the clouds.
