Strong adult themes and distressing content || Court Of Amaeris || Book One ||
Solar Flare - Demon hunting guild and the new permanent residence for Astola's Tri-bloods.
Four years is a long time to be hunting demons on military orders, but...
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I said my goodbyes to Lillian and Sam around 3pm, having spent the afternoon just hanging out with each other, sharing memories and catching up on everything. Everything from what Lillian had been up to in the last few years, to what missions Sam had been doing alongside David. Sam and Lily plotting how to introduce him to Aries; which I said was a bad idea, and not just because they were both gay. Aries hated anyone who wasn't a tri-blood. Besides, who introduces two people just because they're both gay?
But Sam and Lily were convinced, much to my dismay.
I felt quaintly happy, sauntering back into my room with a gleeful smile, my mood souring as the intrusive thoughts suddenly returned my attention to my dream now that I was alone again. That experience is one of many I didn't want to remember; it was the first time I realised I could use all forms of water, not just its liquid state. I even remembered the fever dream I had while I was comatose.
Just me, all beaten and bruised, sitting on the still waters of a lake. Or was it a beach? Middle of the ocean? All I remembered was it had been dark on the water's edge, till the reflection of the moon rose behind me, but not in the sky above me.
I stiffened at the thought of my existence being in another reality as my body had laid in the snow. I was out for a week apparently, Adonis and Aries took only a day to wake up, the group having spent their time protecting me. I shivered at the thought of Alice, Adele and Ascot watching over my limp, practically dead body as my magic worked to revive me, goose bumps prickling at my arms.
'Get yourself out of this headspace, Aria...' I sighed inwardly, thinking over all the things I could do to distract myself before I spiralled further. I did miss out on morning training. Maybe moving my joints and muscles would help? They do say exercise helps with depression, why would it not for a muddled mental state either?
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Moving into the training space, I glimpsed several groups training in combat manoeuvres, their instructors' voice echoing for them to finish their sets and move onto classes, walking down the stairs and into the gym located under the left side stairs. I walked in and took note of the room; It wasn't large, a few machines in the middle, access to the toilets on one side and treadmills and a bench space for people to put their bags or sit.
I spent the next hour working my body till I dropped; deciding that being in physical pain from training was better than the intrusive thoughts that kept creeping into my conscience. Covered in sweat and breathing hard, I sat on the floor, waiting for the feeling to return to my legs, having just worked them till they were weak.
"You really love floors don't ya?" Aries spoke from the doorway. Also dressed in workout gear, sports leggings under a pair of shorts and a hooded jumper. He's taken to the nicer clothing at least. Other than the few missions and our breakfast dates, Aries had found his quiet solitude within the library. Seeing him here at this time was different. I never imposed on Aries' quiet time unless my father needed his office, the both of us enjoying our quiet reading sessions.
