Chasing Elysian

45. Lake Of Madonia

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A nightly escapade with Kairos was never in my list of things to do, nor in my craziest fantasy, but reality seems to like shocking me. In both good and bad ways.

But was this the good way? No. It wasn't. Though the Lake of Madonia was picturesque, golden leaves and purple glittering grasses, colorful fireflies buzzing about with vibrance and a softly glowing blue lake at it's center, none of that could make me happy during Kairos' dreadful training.

“Again! Up! Get on your feet, tressia!”

I was this close to cussing Kairos in an unknown language. This was our thirty something attempt to learn the first move of the combat technique. We were having hand-to-hand self defense training and I was on the losing end of our battle, repeatedly.

Groaning softly, I lifted my face from the ground and pushed my aching joints up, rising slowly to my feet and heaving.

“I-” I swallowed in a deep breath. “I can't do this, this is too much, Kairos!”

The gold eyed man scoffed at my words, swiping his hair to the back with an annoyed expression. This wasn't the first time Kairos was irritated at my 'weak-as-a-foetus' physique. Not even a baby, he said. But I'm darned sure that baby must be a lil baby dragon.

In a flash, Kairos was closer, already set in stance. Like a predator, his entire posture oozed of danger and his eyes intently locked on mine had goosebumps rising on my body.

“Seriously, dude?!” Instinctively, my body was positioned in a counterattack to his incoming assault. Hands raised in the air, feet spread apart and my lower body tensed.

“For the love of all things good, tressia. The least you can do is keep trying, not add quiting to your long list of weaknesses.”

“Fine.” I huffed, channeling whatever power I had in me to dodge his next attack. Though I knew too well that was unlikely.

And soon, in a matter of seconds, with me trying to block Kairos' swift moves futilely, I found myself thrown over his shoulder and slamming a few feet away into the dirt.

I stared up at the sky and wondered if this was 'training' as Kairos would put it. But I knew this was torture. But dude thinks he's already suppressed his level to the limit, and I should handle this much. Baka! Baka! BAKA!!!

“Stabbing me in your head will remain a fantasy for a million years with how weak you are. Shouldn't your wrath motivate you?”

The Baka handed me a bottle of glowing purple liquid, but I stared with dead eyes. Did bro think I have the energy to lift a finger? Nah, he's overestimating me. Plus, what the heck is that?

Sighing, Kairos knelt by my side, unscrewed the cap from the bottle and raised my head up with ease, forcefully tilting the liquid into my mouth.

'Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't go around forcing some unidentified liquid into my mouth!'

It was tasteless and odourless like water, refreshing and chill even, but I'm sure the liquid is purple. That's super abnormal. I gulped whatever that was hastily as Kairos aimed to shove it down my windpipe, until I pulled away choking.