Over the Mountain (Book One)

Chapter Twenty Six: The Training

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Olivia

The flame licks my fingers as I use my powers. I'm still not good with them, but I can kind of control it too. Gretel has comforted me, telling me that fire is the hardest to control, but how does she know anyways? I try my best, but everyone is always better than me one way or the other.

I look to my left and see Meg growing a beautiful red rose. Malik makes a sphere of water around it, and Hale freezes it. All I can do is burn everything. I sigh and sit down. Meg walks over. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I say immediately.

She crosses her arms. "What. Is wrong."

I look up at her. "I don't know. I guess I'm just mad at myself for being bad at this."

"Hey, at least you have power. This is an amazing gift that has been given to us for a reason. Don't hate it. Deal with it." She sits there leaving me in my puddle of gloom.

I stand up. Alright, I can do this. I just have to have patience (one thing I severely lack) and perseverance. Just because I might have to work harder than the others doesn't mean I can't be as good as them.

I focus on Fire. It roars from my finger tips. Maybe the biggest bout of fire I've ever made. Elves stare at me. I smile at the size, but then realize that it's getting out of control. Water, think of water...

It goes out. I sigh with relief.

Someone claps. "Nize job, human." It's the elven prince. "I azzume I could do betzer if I had your powors."

I wrinkle my nose at his bluntness and rudeness. "Well, you don't have my powers." I start walking over to where Hale is making ice spread across the ground. A few elven children are gathered around him, giggling.

"Wait," He says. I turn around. What does he want with me?

He's about to say something when the ground suddenly starts rumbling. Fat ponies stampede into the clearing with buff little people on their backs. The elf prince scoffs in disgust.

The dwarves hop off the ponies and one with flaming red hair hops off her polka dotted steed. "Hello, friends." She says sarcastically, and I can feel tension in the air. "You called?"

There is a pause, and Gretel steps foreword. "A meeting has been scheduled, yes Harrieta."

"And will show us the chosen seven?" Harietta barks.

"More like the chosen four, as the others are... not here. But that's beside the point. Now that everyone is here, I've decided it's time to take action. We will raid a town called Grandport. It is the Tairellia kingdom's biggest and richest trading ally. News will travel fast to the Queen and she will know then of our greatness. We will then head to the castle for her final defeat!"

Everyone cheers. "Finally, we're going to take action!" I hear someone shout. "The evil Queen will fall at last!"

Whoop whoop, this will be exiting, I think.

"Everyone meet outside of the border at the tree at dawn. I have learned of a new spell that can teleport large groups at once. We won't have to journey! We just have to fight!" Gretel shouts. "Now everyone, prepare!"

Throughout the whole afternoon, supplies are collected like weapons and foods. I suppose that the magical creatures have been preparing for this for a long time.

The elves, as I have come to know, are very good with long bows. As battle practice, they throw up sticks while others run and shoot the sticks, always aiming perfectly. They also have amazing swords that seem to be crafted by glass. But whenever they use them, the swords hold strong; unbreakable. The elves also have a unique style. Their hair is kept very long, some even to their waists. It is impossibly smooth and shimmery. Some have wooden beads in their hair, or crowns of flowers adorning their brow. They all have almost translucent skin with no blemishes of any kind, though some have tattoos on their foreheads, arms, or the sides of their necks.

The dwarves aren't as smooth and graceful as the elves, or as beautiful for that matter. But they have their own style of doing things. Daggers, axes, and maces are their specialty; giant arms swinging in all directions, hitting their targets with perfect rhythms and aim. I can tell they are miners with all of the gleaming jewels studding the weapons and their armor.

One of the things that surprises me the most with both armies is that women get to be warriors too. In the kingdom, women are seen as maids or helpers. Few are assassins or fighters, and no women are accepted into the army. But here the female are given as much of a chance as the males.

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I am now able to get flames over my head. It is easy to pour them out, but it is hard to break them once they have been released into the world. To my embarrassment and disdain, Malik has been on quenching duty the whole practice time; I hate it.

"Human?" Says a voice from behind. It's the elf prince again.

"What is it?" I say.

"Didst you know tat elves hayve the capability to senze the intertwining of fates?"

"No."

"I can zense it wits you and the ozer three. I cans also senze you and zat Gretel. Do you know whos I also senze it wits?"

I look at him. "Obviously not."

He smiles, and his dark blue eyes shine. "I senze it wits you and me."

"Of course you do," I splutter. "I'm here with you right now."

"No, no, no." He says. "Our connection is ztronger than just one meeting. Zer is a long road aheed uf uz."

"Maybe we're going to best friends forever." I tell him sarcastically.

He frowns. "I senze much more than zat."

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