Chapter 25- Weapon Training

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Well chapter 24 was really sad, at least if you are PoetryFreak497... Anyways, I don't know where I'm going to go with this chapter. My goal is to make it somewhat romantic...  TeeHee be prepared!

POV- Abby Tucker

"I'm not going to tell you what they are, hurt your only hope if you dare!"  A faded voice said in my head. It was the only part of a "dream" I remembered. My eye's flew wide open. I sat up dramatically. Dakota's arm flew back at himself hitting him. 

"OUch" He yelled. "What the crap Abby?" I just looked forward at the bathroom door, gasping for air. "Abby? Are you okay?" I didn't respond. I heard movement behind me, Dakota sat up next to me. He grabbed my arm, but I didn't move. My body was motionless. Nothing happened. I heard a faint voice from downstairs, then speedy footsteps coming up the steps. I tried to snap out of the phase, but my body refused to let me. I couldn't move. Dakota pulled me back down onto the bed. He shook me, and I could see the worry in his eyes. He sat on top of me holding me down like I was a maniac. My eye's were starting to role back into my head, but before they left I saw my father, Daniel, open the door while Dakota planted him lips to mine. Everything went black, a bright light appeared with white stairs made of clouds going up and up...

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I saw something, it was a face. It hovered over my face breathing. My eye's weren't fully open, but I could see the person... It looked like Dakota. I felt something in my hand, and I squeezed it hard. A voice came from the person above me, "She squeezed my hand! She's awake!" It was Dakota's sweet voice. Memories flashed through my mind. The time I ran into him in the hallway, PH Ed, my dreams, our chemistry experiment, they all went through my head. Slowly my eye's opened, and something was chilling my head. Damion was standing next to me still holding my hand, but now my parents were gathered around me. My mom, Brianna was holding my fathers hand, I could see her smile. 

I tried to spit out words," Whhaaat happened to me?" 

Damion continued after me, "You just have a fever. Noting's wrong with you, you just have to rest." I looked at him and he smiled. He kissed me on the forehead after saying, "Get some rest Cookie Bear." I smiled and fell back asleep. The last I remember was him holding my hand. 

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"Abby The Ruler, Gale The Alpha, Damion The Eye, and Dakota The Foreseer after today's training you will be sent out to get Tracy The Luna. Once that happens you will be with your mates, even Damion The Eye will meet his mate." Everything came into focus. I was back in the center of the training room. The others were standing next to me facing Titania, just like I was. As she finished speaking Damion blurted out furious with anger.

"My mate is Tracy, what are you talking about 'Damion The Eye ill meet his mate'?" 

"Damion The Eye-"

"Okay I get it! I'm Damion The Eye! Who cares! Just call me Damion!" 

"I'm sorry, I can't. Damion The Eye you mate is not Tracy. You are mated with the person the same power as you. Even if you despise them currently, you will have to coop with them to become ONE!" Damion's face went blank, I couldn't tell if he wanted to cry or choke Titania. He fell to his knees with his head down. 

"I-I-I-I-I I can't believe this. All this time I thought we were meant for each other." Damion said. "Now I know why there was always the urge to leave her. She treated me like shit, and I did the same to her. We just-just were not meant for each other." 

"I told you this before, yesterday, when we had training. Your mate is the person has the same power as you, because you will combine to make one. As for Abby The Ruler and Dakota the Foreseer they just happened to be with each other. They are already forming into one. They will be the strongest out of you all. Then if will be Gale The Alpha and his mate, and lastly Damion The Eye and his mate. Now that we have this all clear will you please walk through that door over their." She said pointing to the door to our left. 

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