Kósmima

Chapter Eight

As we got to where Tyson was taking us, I was met with the sound of short shouts, slashing and clanging of metal on metal with a few lots of Mavi's training left and right in the field. Some were fist sparring on the right side of a field, some were target practicing with bows and arrows, some used their elements to shoot the ragdoll. On the other side of the field, there were sparring with wooden swords, beside them – a short fence divided them and few Mavi's were sparring with real swords.

This looked like in movies where there's a camp for training people who have their own unique ability – either swords, bows and arrows or spears, but there were no spears of course, just their powers.

A thought suddenly came to my mind as I stood there with everyone so busy with their training, as if I was in another plane – another dimension, another voice I was hearing but my voice at the same time.

That's right, no one would look your way when you're gone.

My brows furrowed. What was that? I looked at Leah who was busy ogling the place – she walked up towards a rack of equipment hanging from it and picked up a longbow. She caressed it like a baby in her hands, her finger tips brushing the wood gently – turning it over to the side and she picked up a few dozen of arrows on her other free hand.

"So," Tyson started beside me. "Let's get you up and sweating. Firstly, I'll teach you how to control your flames." He nodded his head, indicating to follow him to a spot in a field. Mike followed us behind her scrawny figure was so out of place since everyone here has muscles on their arms.

We stopped at the end of the field – it was almost deserted and away from the Mavi's trainings. I was slightly offended at it but given that I was still not in control of my powers, I let it be.

Tyson took off his red flannel shirt, revealing a white sando and his flexing buff muscles. The veins in his hands were evident and so manly. A woman passed by and she turned to take a quick glance before running off shyly out of sight when she saw Tyson's body. I admit, he is hot, but he's an egotistical man. I would've liked him if he wasn't such a self-centered guy. It makes me gag thinking about him flexing his muscles every once in a while.

Tyson stood gracefully in front of me – raising his hands. "Fire is like a raging bull." Flames slowly lit up on the center of his hand. It was small at first but it grew bigger as the minute passed. "But when in control, you can manage the size of it and seize it under your control."

I was mesmerized by the flames dancing on his palm. The glint on my eyes was clear that the fire mirrored in my eyes. It was calming looking at it, it was beautiful.

"Now you try it." He smiled and closed his palm, the flame disappearing as he put down his hands. He walked up towards me and raised my left arm – tracing his fingers on it down towards my wrist. "Feel the heat, run up your arms when you build it. Feel the flow in your arms like water running."

When he traced his fingers on my arm, a person popped up in my mind, wishing it was this person who traced their fingers on my arm. I would've shivered from this person's touch, and would've wanted them to keep caressing me. But sadly, this man was the one who's tracing his calloused fingers on my arm. My mood turned sour the instant I thought about it.

"Calm your nerves, the more emotions you feel, the more the flames go berserk." He patted my shoulder.

I nodded in understanding. I took a quick glance over to Leah who was a few feet from us – shooting the target right in the center. I looked back at my own hands and focused on the heat running up my veins. I could feel the heat flowing clearly as instructed by Tyson. I swallowed a lump on my throat. I admit, I was a little scared. What if I can't control it?