Soul thief#JustWriteIt

Monday.

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Can you guess what I'm doing? Of course I'm training again, what did you think? Fighting a stupid son of the devil, not your piece of cake . Anyway, never mind the point is fighting some demon/s that take your soul is NOT going to be easy, that I'm sure of. For all I know they can take my soul from a mile away. Got to be prepared, I mean, you never know, now do you?

Though now that I think about it, maybe I don't want to kill him-at least everyone thinks they are a boy-. For all I know they could have once been a normal child that was scared.So scared that he became a mindless, carless, wreck less freak. Still, it was his choice to make. I would have rather died if I was in his shoes.

Enough talk of that though, now lets get back to how my training works.

schedule

Monday- dagger throwing. Consist using both a poisoned dagger blade and a normal dagger, throwing it at fake dummy's, trees, through gaps, and at targets.

Tuesday - this consists of archery. Hit targets while jumping, upside down, while moving, like a crossbow, and through things.

Wednesday- today the test is physical combat. Do full workouts, and squeeze, or do whatever you wish to do to practise.

Thursday- todays objective is to hide. Incase of an emergency being able to evacuate or hide for even a breath break is vital. Go to the training are and almost clear everywhere, leaving only the natural ground and a few hiding items. Use a wild dog and try to get it to find you after hiding.This includes camouflage.

Friday- today is sneak attacks. The way to do this is use a wild dog, yet again. You must confuse it and then be able to sneak a leash on it. You may do this however you choose.

Saturday- today is all about shelter and warmth. Considering a battle may go on for several days, being able to make a fire, or some form of shelter is necessary. Do this by lighting fires without matches, and making shelter with trees.

Sunday- This is the day for a test. put all your skills together.

Of course, after the activities have been completed and give a some-what satisfying result for the day, hunting, warmth and comfort is the next priority, including cleaning, eating, and enjoyment.

Thats my schedule. It is listed with a instruction for what to do to train. Today is Monday, I think at least, so it's dagger day.

I thrust the daggers at the wall with all my might, not daring to stop. Occasionally a rabbit will jump in front of the target, in which is the case right now.I growl at the fact that it made me miss my target, but at least I know I have something to eat tonight, even if it's small. To many food less nights, i'm so skinny. Keeping fit and not alway's eating doesn't exactly ' tie in ' with my weight.

I'm getting off topic again, classic me. Focus.

I continue throwing until around midday. By the time I deem it decent I find myself having over a million and one beads of sweat on my head. I go into my hut house, and cook the rabbit. Once it's cooking well I go find some more roots to dig up and add a snitch of flavour to my yet-again tasteless meal.

I sit in silence as I eat my rabbit, thinking, always thinking. It's hard not to though, I know deep down it's because I'm afraid. I know deep down my mind and my heart are telling me not to do this, that revenge isn't the key. That's the thing though, this is not just for revenge. He may have taken everyone I love, but I'm mainly fighting to stop this. To stop this monster. When he took my family, it made me realise what he would do whatever to get his wantings. So I fight not only for my mother and father, but to stop this beast that terrorises and ends the life of people.

As I finish and bathe in the stream near my house, I put on a comfy pare of clothing from when I was young and go lie on a bed of pine needles, a cushion of oak leaves, and a quilt of -well- my old blanket. The only thing I had left from when I was a young child. I drift of with the thought of my parents watching over me as I sleep, guiding me.

Of course, I fall into the mists of dreams, but my dreams are never cheerful, always sad,depressing, and above all; terrifying. I dream of him tonight, which shockingly is rare, but that's what I like. Dreams of him are always more traumatic, they show me what his face is like, they show me him drinking the souls of his victims. Sometimes the dreams of Him are worse then that though, like tonight. Some are like the dreams now, where I see our battle, me dying, him eating my soul up. I see when it happens.
I wake with a scream. Of course, I had to get the death dream don't I? Of course.
I silently pray that my return to slumber is peaceful, but I doubt it will be. Some part of me thinks this is what happens, thinks it fate. Another tells me it's dreams. Don't know what to believe anymore.

I rest my head against the leaves once again, still wondering if this is my last night here. I always get that thought after I wake up in the night, It's what prompts me to get back to sleep, it makes me think that I need it not fret and just enjoy what
little I have before it's all taken from me. Ahh life, so enjoyable, not at all really though, is it?