Protector {Damian W.}

Thank you

"No Amara you must carry out the blows much quicker than that or your opponent will best you."

"Yes sensei."

Amara had been training with the league for five years; she'd just recently gotten into the more physical part of her training. She was told she was to guard Lady Talia's son with her life. Amara felt honored to be given the task. She was to protect the heir to the Demon's Head. The girl also felt obligated to do so since Lady Talia had given her a home, a purpose. She'd never be able to repay her, but if protecting her son was what she asked of Amara she would deliver.

"No! No! No! Amara you're not focused!"

Amara sighed, disappointed in herself. "I'm sorr—"

"We will continue tomorrow Amara."

Amara bowed out of respect and exited the dojo.

What a failure she was. How can I protect anyone when I can't even defend myself?!?

The only good thing in my current predicament, is the absence of Cain.

She briefly wonders the probability of him dying on his current assignment.

As Amara made the journey from the dojo to her room she heard something in the room next to her. Curious, she backtracked and peeked through the slight gap between the door and frame.

There was a boy around her age with hair as dark as night sitting in front of an easel painting the most beautiful scene of the desert. She'd never found the desert all that fascinating what with all the heat. But the way the boy painted made her feel as if the desert deserved another chance when looking through his eyes with all the beauty and life in it.

For the first time Amara smiled wholeheartedly on the way to her chambers, wondering what colour the boy's eyes were. Without even trying he had made her day a whole lot better. Maybe someday she'd be able to thank him.