Power of the 8 Elements

Chapter Thirty Eight

Terri POV

"Where's Terry? Isn't she going to train me?" Wilbur asked.

"Terry is currently with the Order in Arcadia," Lucifer explained, "And she will be from today up until around the middle of March."

"Why?"

"That's her business," Lucifer said.

"Why?"

"I'm not going to tell you everything just because you act. All have you know, I'll be much stricter than Terry."

"Why?"

"Because I hate you, and you're an embarrassment to the group."

"Why?"

Lucifer said nothing.

"Why?"

"Alright, now I know you're just doing it on purpose."

"Wh-"

He shoved him in the head.

"What is the point in teaching Wilbur if he doesn't have any powers?" Lucifer muttered to me.

"We just want to help him learn how to fight. Once he masters that, we'll possibly give him a weapon."

"I wouldn't trust him with a toothpick...but what kind of weapons are we talking about here?"

"Well, obviously we need to find out what he wields best. Which is exactly what we're going to do today."

"So you're saying we're going to hand him a sword and tell him to do something with it?"

"Well, when you put it like that-"

We both looked at Wilbur who was running around in circles.

"We'll start with a simple weapon."

"A gun?"

"No. Let's start with something simple. A hammer."

I gave Wilbur a war hammer.

"Terri, he needs to hit something with it, otherwise he'll be battling the air." He returned with a large creature with neon green claws and eyes, black armor with green linings, and a helmet and a spear. A Gumm-Gumm.

"What's that?"

"You didn't study magical creatures? Well, when Terry said that she and the Order would be going to Arcadia that got me thinking at what kind of creatures lived in Arcadia. So I did some research-"

"Of course you did."

"And I stumbled across Trolls. Arcadia is infested with them. However..." He raised his hands to the sky and the shadows began to creep over the ground. "Sunlight kills them."

"Dark."

"Alright, Wilbur. Hit it," Lucifer said, pointing at the Troll.

Wilbur ran towards it with the warhammer. He noticed a butterfly, dropped it, and then ran after the insect. Lucifer grumbled, and he might've cursed.

"Let's try something else."

"What? A spear?"

"Yes."

Wilbur nearly stabbed himself with the spear.

"Bow and arrow?"

And apparently he can't tell the difference between the arrow head and the nock.

"Sword?"

Wilbur doesn't know how to hold a sword.

"Mace?"