Vulpecula ✔️

Swords.

Ava's POV

"Strike harder Ava!" Kayden yelled at me.

It was early in the morning and too chilly outside for us to be standing there and working with the swords. But I need to be prepared. There's nothing else I could do right now other than just do as he asked of me.

Last night was nothing short of perfect. Kayden held me closer to him all the time and never left me. His mother called him twice until he picked up and got a good earful. But then she calmed down when she got to know that he was staying with me, again. You don't see me complaining though. I would love to have him over as often as possible.

Kayden is an amazing human. So perfect and so pure. He treats me like a queen and doesn't expect anything in return. How can I not like someone as good as him? That's what I told him. Because last night I saw a little more clearly. I don't think I'll ever find someone as good as him.

And hoping that one day I might find someone else is just futile. Because no one can ever compare to Kayden. My cuddle bear and my man. The one who has always looked out for me. The one who has always let me fight my battles and then stayed back to observe my reaction. He knows me inside out. And I'm proud to say that I know him too.

"Let's take a break. You're tired." He said softly and pulled his sword away from me. Throwing a towel in my direction he wrapped his arms around my torso from behind. "You did great." He breathed in my scent. I cringed at that. I'm too sweaty to be smelling pleasant.

"I do have a great teacher." I replied back and began walking towards the mansion with his arms still around me.

"That you do." He smirked down at me causing my heart to flutter so much that I was scared it would fly right out of my mouth. "Let's get you something to eat. And then after half an hour we get back at practicing."

When we both walked inside all the helpers of the house averted their gaze from us. Recently I'd been cooking my own meals so there were no cooks in the house. And when I didn't feel like cooking mamma was always ready with food for me.

The last few days have been easy and well. I wonder what Aldrik is doing at this point. Because his doom is soon. It's either him or all of us. There's no in between. And if we die then he will gain access to hell and ultimately to the earth. He would do as he pleases with the humans. Slaughter them, make them his slaves or what ever he has in store for them.

I don't want any of it. That's why I don't mind if I'm dead exhausted by the end of the day. I don't care if there is something amiss. It's all the stress finally catching up to me. I even contacted that church from Greece. It was a big news. A mystery as to how one of the oldest churches in Greece collapsed on its own and there was only one casualty. As if, the world knows deep down that it was all framed.

The father was found under the cross, all bloody and messy. But he got his cremation. I remember that day. The ceremony. It was one of the worst days of my life. I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach and dread consumed me.

That was also the very first time I actually realised what was going on. How cruel Aldrik was. The gravity of the situation sunk in and I felt like nothing could stop Aldrik. But thanks to my friends, they supported me and encouraged me. Papa and mamma were too good too.

They both saw that I was being unusually sad and quiet so they both gave me some inspiration. They both told me to never give up no matter the outcome. They said that atleast then, I'd be knowing and satisfied that atleast I tried.

"Here are your pancakes. And some tea." Kayden placed my breakfast in front of me. "Tea because it will help you. You've got a lot on your mind and I know tea is very soothing." He kissed my forehead and sat next to me.