Catching light Book 1

Chapter 2

"Wake up Eve, time for your training to start." my Aunt called from below.

I groaned and literally fell onto the floor with a big thud. Weren't Sundays meant for just lazing around and sleeping in? Clearly not for Aunt Catherine
I quickly brushed my teeth and got dressed into my training clothing. Then I  went downstairs to our training room. It was quite big in size and had stacks of books on binding.

Aunt Catherine stood in the centre of the room inspecting some books labelled 'techniques' and 'attacks'.

I froze when I realised why she had those two books.

"I guess you read the news too?" I asked frowning.

She answered with a curt nod. Then she motioned for me to come closer.

"Okay put you hands out like this," she said putting her hands in front of her face, "then do this," she then pulled her arms apart but nothing happened. I mean it wasn't strange for Aunt Catherine to never actually use her own binding to teach me binding, but did she not get tired of never using her powers? I guess not.

I shrugged and did exactly what she told me, forming a shield in front of me that glowed a yellowish colour.

I giggled.
"I did it!" I said.

Aunt Catherine nodded, her straight blond hair swaying and swooshing as she did. 
"Great. That will protect you if someone tries to harm you, but it's only temporary."

I nodded in understanding.

Aunt Catherine then looked back at her book.

"Okay now I want you to practise this," she said pointing to a page in the old brown book that she held in her bony fingers.

I took the book from her and started copying the motions in the drawings. First I had to push my hands out, then circle them then bring them back toward me, then push back out. As soon as I did this blinding light shon from my hands, filling the entire room.

Aunt Catherine blocked her eyes and shielded her face.

"Very good, this is usually used on creatures of the night to weaken them," she said.

I smiled.

"Go over those two moves and perfect their techniques. You can look in that book over there to help you," she said pointing at the book labeled 'techniques'  that was now on the old wooden desk.

I nodded once more and she left.
It took me a few hours to perfect the technique of The Shield and The Torch, as it was named in the book.
By the time I was done it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and Aunt Catherine was...who knows where.

I picked up my phone and started to scroll up and down my contacts list. My finger rested on Jack's number. Slowly I clicked the green call icon on the screen and lifted the slender phone to my ear.

"Hello?" Jack answered.

"Hey Jack what are you up to?"

"Nothing much why?"

"I'm just bored I guess,"

Jack laughed and we started talking about silly things until a female voice on my phone told me that my airtime was finished and that I should consider re-charging.

I sighed and said goodbye, looking down at the phone which was now as useless as can be.
Being the bored person I was, I then started going through some books in the library and soon I came across something rather odd.

It was a book called "The Secrets To the Binder Society". It was quite thick and old looking and had tears on the edges of certain pages.

Cautiously I opened up the book and started reading.

'What is it that defines your binding? Light? Dark? Does it really matter? In this day and age we binders tend to set boundaries between ourselves because we think that we are different and better than the next binder...'

That was all it took to get me sucked into the book. I kept on reading the open thoughts of this author, intrigued by his views on the way he thinks society was faulty. Occasionally I would argue with his views, and occasionally I would agree. I was so absorbed in the book that I almost did not notice the sound of the door latch opening and someone walking in.

Immediately I shoved the book back into the shelve and ran quietly to my room and took out my phone, pretending to be a perfect angel. Aunt Catherine called me down for dinner and we ate our chicken stir fry in comfortable silence. Well it was comfortable for me because my mind started wondering off to the book. I kept on wondering if all of this information I was being fed was actually real. I hadn't ever met a light binder, so I couldn't even tell what was the truth and what was a lie.
We then cleared the table and I helped Aunt Catherine with the dishes, using my magic to dry the plates. Then I  snuck back into the library and stole the book to take to my room. I closed my door and quickly switched on my light. As soon as my body hit the bed I grabbed the book again and started reading from where I left off- chapter two.

By the time I felt sleepy, I was only on chapter four. I swear M. Gerrard, the author of this book, spent twenty years just trying to write one chapter.

Putting the book away, it occurred to me that tomorrow was Monday and Monday meant a new week and a new week meant less distance from my coronation and my coronation meant no more freedom.
I just shook my head and closed my eyes, falling into a deep dreamless sleep.

An: I updated chapter 1 please go back and read