Finding Truth

Chapter 14

Aden and I spent the entire week while I was recovering coming up with a game plan. I don't know if I'd call it an escape plan or a war plan at this point if I'm being honest. We both agreed whatever is happening in the mortal world means something big is coming.

Between the information we received from Trenton, my powers that seem to be coming from nowhere, and the King being afraid of getting dethroned due to illness... something just isn't sitting right.

Adens main goal will be to collect as much information as he can. Mine? I will learn how to fight and access my powers properly; not to mention figure out what powers I even have. Then there's Gwen, her goal? Make sure every power I have that isn't telekinesis stays hidden. Well... and make sure I wouldn't die in the first thirty seconds of a fight. Dying might put a slight damper in things.

I had hesitations about bringing Gwen into this plan knowing she reports to the King, but I guess we technically all do now.

Today was my first day of training and fucking hell. I thought I was sore when I woke up from the coma. That was nothing compared to the shit show Gwen put me through. Today I found out about fifty different ways to land on my ass and not a single way to stay ahead of the fight.

In Gwens words "You have to learn the moves before you can counter them."

Bullshit if you ask me.

Here's a crazy thought... teach me to punch something first? That might be useful. I'm fucking useless if I'm so sore I can't even take off my shirt. How does she even expect me to train tomorrow?

Aden has spent all day running around doing the most random tasks for his uncle. He rifted in when I got back to the room after training and gave me the rundown. While he was here he even had to help me get undressed. So serious about not being able to remove my shirt. It's that bad.

From what Aden told me it seems like he won't be back until the middle of the night and told me not to wait up. He did tell me I'm free to explore and I might just have to so I can get out of this room. As nice as it is, once you've been cooped up in the same place for so long you start to go stir crazy..

I sat in the tub until I might as well have been a prune head to toe just to walk without a waddle. Even now I don't think I'm walking normally, but it did enough to allow me the freedom in my muscles to get dressed and give me the motivation to get out of here.

Walking down the halls feels surreal. Everything is so grand with artwork spreading across the top of the walls, which I'm assuming is from all around the world. What appears to be hand carved molding covers the bottom half of the wall. Every hallway has different art work and sometimes I think that's how people figure out where they are in this massive castle. I'm having to take a mental note of at least one painting that stands out to me so I can find my way back.

Finally standing in the courtyard I've looked at for the past week it's overwhelming. I've seen the beauty of it all from my room, but the size of it all didn't fully register. There's every kind of flower imaginable and some of them out of this world beautiful, which considering where we are probably wouldn't be far off.

There are so many paths it seems like a maze from down here. The flowers, statues, shrubbery and everything in between look freshly manicured but are well placed enough to give individuals privacy if you're on your own path.

I choose one that seems to be the least taken. Ironic considering my situation here, but nonetheless, the path is beautiful. Moss is slightly overgrown through the cracks on the stone indicating it hasn't seen very much traffic. No Fae, just the way I like it right now.