The smart, the skilled and the BRAVE

Pots and Pans and pain

I growled at the closed door silently to myself. Why did I have to think he was so cute. He was an imbecile!

"I'm going to keep shrugging away even though I got clawed by a panther on my shoulder! Because that makes perfect sense!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air and walking back towards my pack. I changed my clothes into what I usually wore when I was travelling around the forest.

Why did his eyes have to be such a beautiful blue that I got stuck in them as if they were a sea. I shook my head, getting out of that girly fantasy.

I was supposed to be figuring out how to save Polislam. I had tried to say that I would be a medic for the war, but sadly I had not been able to do so because of my ability.

So what was I supposed to do? My head hurt with the possibilities. I looked out the window to see that the soldiers from Dendritic were waking up to have breakfast.

Several soldiers of Polislam were handing pots and pans to the soldiers. My lips twitched up into a smile.

Oh... please tell me that Skill wasn't doing that still. One man started to swing a frying pan like it was a sword.

Skill hadn't changed at all, had she? My smile widened. My vision started to go fuzzy and I saw Skill as a little girl come at me with a frying pan. I dodged to the left and pulled up a baking sheet.

Skill hit it hard and caused it to dent.

"SKILL!" Mother yelled and the vision dissipated. She was going to train them the same way she had taught me to fight! With baking items instead of wooden swords.

I had never really understood why Skill had made me train like that. She said it was so I knew that anything could be a weapon if my mind was open to the possibilities.

I think that Skill just wanted to hit people with a frying pan. The thought made me smile.

I started to strap on all of my knives. I hesitated, however, on putting on the one father had given me.

It was strange for me to ever be without the knife, and I would keep it sheathed to make sure Skill did not see it. I decided that it was worth it and strapped it to my right hip. I stood up and walked out of my room.

My room. A strange thing to consider after ten years of considering a small stone room mine. It had not been beautiful like the many rooms of the castle, but I wasn't really one to care about beauty.

I appreciated it though. The castle was, by far, the most beautiful building that I had ever seen. Of course... that wasn't that difficult. I made my way back, using my gift to go back the way I had come... which was difficult. I had to focus on different things all of the time.

At one point, I passed a painting that caused my heart to lurch. It was my mother and father. I went up to it and traced my mother's figure with a finger.

The image of her dead body flashed in my mind so I jumped back a step in fear. Would this happen every time I thought about them? I didn't want that to be how I remembered my parents... My family.

There was more to a life than one night where everything seems to go wrong.

I glared at the picture and walked away.

"I can turn to the right now," I said, angrily to myself and turned right.

"Yes. That you can," said a person behind me. I turned around in surprise to see that the king was watching me with an amused grin. I watched for a second, wondering if I should justify myself or bow... or both.

King Tearon smiled at me and held out a hand.

"No need to bow. My own people don't do it," He said and I smiled and shrugged.