The Ancients A Tale of Survival

Training

"You must concentrate. Concentration is the key to success. Your magic will fail if you cannot concentrate."

Hîkîoťo had been at Mỷrἇ all day. They had been training since sun up and it was now midday. Mỷrἇ was tired and grumpy. Her head hurt and she ached. Her entire body ached like she'd never had it before. It felt like the time she fell off her Aunt and Uncle's house and broken her arm, but ten times as worse.

"I'm trying," Mỷrἇ panted.

Hîkîoťo walloped her on the head. "No you are not."

Mỷrἇ glared at Hîkîoťo as she rubbed her head. Hîkîoťo had to be old. Hîkîoťo's face was lined with wrinkles and her skin had the look of old soft leather. White hair was pulled back into an intricate braid and Hîkîoťo's brown eyes were so vibrant and full of life that it was hard to believe that she was blind. Hîkîoťo blind eyes looked unerringly at Mỷrἇ.

"You are a smart girl. Look at who your parents are. I helped train your father. He had great aptitude. I only met your mother once and for a garoo she was very talented." Hîkîoťo shook her head. "You can from their loins. You are stronger and more powerful than them. "

Mỷrἇ sighed and nodded. "I will try my best Hîkîoťo."

"Do not try. Do."

Ƒáeláƞ leaned against the front of his hut. He watched as Hîkîoťo put Mỷrἇ through her paces. He had to admit the tenacity that Mỷrἇ had. She was just as stubborn as her father had been. Jåcóbӱ stepped up beside Ƒáeláƞ and greeted him with a nod before he turned his attention to the center of the village.

"Mỷrἇ has always been stubborn."

Ƒáeláƞ couldn't help but smile. "I'm beginning to realize that. It is good that Hîkîoťo is training Mỷrἇ. I worry about her."

Jåcóbӱ grunted. "You should have seen her when were little. You have no need to worry about her. Mỷrἇ can take care of herself."