The Journey of the Reader

Chapter Five: Training

We finally reach the battle room again and step inside. "Any sightings yet, Thomas?" I said, announcing our entrance. "Not yet, Ara. They're still hiding, the cowards," he responded. "That's fantastic. We can still train you." I motion to you. "Come with me." We walked to the armory of the camp. I gave you a large blade, but it was too heavy, pulling you down. I picked it up. "Okay, not a broadsword. Try these." I handed you a set of intricately made daggers. When you took them, I found another set and showed you how to use them. "Not bad, Reader, but work on your wrist work, okay?" I gave you a sheath for both and fixed them to your belt. "There. Now you look more like a warrior. Final weaponry exam: Sparring with me." You got out your daggers and ran at me, trying to cut my arm. With a flick of my blade, I disarmed your right hand. "Don't just run at your opponent like mad! You have to plan it out, alright? Again." I motioned for you to come at me. This time, however, you swung at me with both blades and I barely blocked it with my sword. I clapped. "Fantastic! Well done." I hid my left hand, which the palm dripped with blood from your attack. You inquired about my hand, but I ultimately ignored the question. "You've done very well Reader. Just...Give me a minute, okay? I need to go help Claude with the food tonight. My shift." I stalked off towards the medical tent, which was behind the mess hall, before you could say another word.

I ate a sandwich today. What is wrong with my life?
~The Narnia Dragon