Rising from the Ashes

Chapter 32

Nakoa left a week ago. It was Elenora that insisted on it. Bloodmoon needs their Alpha, not the Beta. It is her that seems stuck for the most part. Charlotte is physically healed but mentally she is a mess. Elenora had spoken briefly about starting their trip back but she had a panic attack at the thought of returning to the place she was taken from. She no longer feels safe in Bluemoon and how could she? Elenora had failed to protect her there.

Truthfully the more Elenora thinks on it even traveling back with Charlotte seems dangerous. Whispers of her being the lost princess would have traveled outside of the Kingdom by now. Her enemies or rather the royal families enemies likely know which makes being her daughter the most dangerous thing.

They had settled into a schedule of sorts. Charlotte had started it first. She does everything she can to stay active, to not think. From pulling weeds in the garden to working in the healing quarters to training with the best warriors there are.

Elenora had been pulled into her own training. Not by the warriors. King Stavros insist that the thing they need to focus on is her fire and her ability to control that. "You need to focus Princess Muriel!" Elenora glares at the man who taps her hands with the stick "Focus!"

"I do not understand why this is necessary. I can control my fire perfectly fine." Elenora growls and to prove her point she raises her hands. With her hands five fiery soldiers appear from absolutely nothing and they start to circle her teacher. His name is Jasiel Flint and he becomes increasingly more annoying as the days pass.

"That is a simple magic trick Princess." With a wave of his hand water springs up from the fountain and drowns out her fire "Easily beat. Tell me princess. Why use your energy to create something of nothing when you have perfectly good lanterns right there? A waste! Tell me again, how many times have you gotten overwhelmed only to explode? It makes you dangerous and dangerous is not what you want to be when ruling a pack. Dangerous is not what you want to be when raising a daughter. What happens when you get angry and you burn down your house?"

"I am getting better at that." Elenora growls but her hands light up on their own accord. Frustration. "That was intentional."

Jasiel Flint raises his eyebrows and hums before pulling the water from the fountain once again. He drops it on her. Soaking her and putting out the flames "How about I help then?" He smiles before turning his back on her "Again and focus!"

The first level of training is the heat of the fire. It is something Elenora had thought she did well until he put these tubes in front of her. They turn a certain color when it is as hot as it is supposed to be. Red being the coldest. The hottest will turn white and it becomes incredibly transparent. She has managed to reach all the desired temperatures but not within a moment and nothing without thinking about it longer than he would like. Jasiel wants her to be able to do it with a wave of her hand. They practice until Elenora feels as if she is going to callopse. Only then does Jasiel dismiss her.

Elenora can almost see herself walking into her room and falling face first onto the bed before finally letting sleep win over. Unfortunately it is the middle of the day and she has things to do. There is only one reason she had agreed to train with Jasiel and that was to win the Kings favor. It is what he wanted. It is what King Stavros insisted she needed. Not for long. A couple of weeks and she will be able to return to Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon, not Bluemoon. After her talk with Stavros she will talk to Charlotte about staying in Bloodmoon instead. She is not going to want to return to their cabin but perhaps they can get a new place in the pack over? They had spoken briefly of it months ago and the main concern had been her school.