My Enemy

Chapter 7

POV - Elle

The days to the upcoming fight blurred in my memory. Most of the time I was training, be it at fighting or with my powers. I also studied and talked with Raven, sometimes going outside for some fresh air. However I mostly stayed indoors because there is nothing much for necromancers outside.

Finally, it was the day of the challenge. I felt prepared. All the way through breakfast thoughts churned in my head. Possible strategies, insults, there was no way I would loose. I barely noticed the others talk. I was too excited.

As I stood up to go, Chloe held me back.

“Are you all right, you’ve been kind of quiet today.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about going into town today.”

“Oh, cool. Maybe I should come too.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said fidgeting.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine. Raven and I were planning on going sightseeing.”

Chloe shrugged and turned back to her cereal.

I cleared away my plates and then went to my room to get dressed. I decided on inconspicuous black t-shirt and jeans.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” Raven asked from the doorway as I turned to go, “I mean, you can always back out of it.” She was obviously regretting suggesting training with Chloe, as it had only strengthened my decision to face the werewolf.

“Yea, I’m sure,” I said, “come on, let’s go show that werewolf how to fight.”

I walked out confidently with Raven following reluctantly.

I glared at him, as we stood across from each other in the small meadow at the edge of the woods. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ready little necromancer?” he smirked.

“Of course,” I smirked back, “thinking of backing out?”

“Not in my dreams.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked cockily.

He grinned, his eyes darkening menacingly, “absolutely nothing.” He lunged.

I was prepared and slid sideways out of the way and swivelled on one foot, kicking out with the other. He blocked and went to hit me but I deflected it. We both jumped back and circled each other, assessing the opponent.

This first attack had told me that he was a good fighter, but then, so was I. He was fast and strong, but not as fast as me, and I noticed by how he held himself that he slightly favoured his right fist. I narrowed my eyes, looking at his smooth pace. If I could cripple his legs, the fight would be in my advantage.

Had he been able to use his supernatural speed and strength I would not have withstood a chance, but we had both agreed to take measures against cheaters (not thinking of anyone in particular here. Not). For unknown reasons, a rare jewel we call the “binding jewel” has the power to completely supress supernatural power. During the war these were used against opposing supernaturals. They were a huge advantage to those sides that possessed them (necromancers and werewolves mainly). Because my family has such a high position, we have quite a lot on display and I had snuck out two to make sure my werewolf “friend” didn’t cheat. We were both wearing a wristband with an inlaid binding jewel.