From The Shadows »ᴄɵᴍᴘᴌᴇтᴇ(excl.part3)«

TEN

TEN

I hadn't been allowed to choose my clothes today. At first, when Al had told me, I'd told her I was sorry for laughing my head off when Kar had attacked her. But she'd just shaken her head and had brought out a beautiful, moulding shirt that allowed my skin to breath and the same types of trousers and boots.

Then it had been Haemir to guard me while I worked with Vaeril today. Little had I known that I'd be standing across from Haemir, both of us with a sword. A real, metal cutting, sword. I wasn't worried about Haemir, I was worried about me.

"When you get your wings," Vaeril started from the edge of circle that was made from lighter than the rest grass. "You will have to readjust your fighting skills."

I frowned at him. "Why?"

He spread his cloud coloured wings out behind him to their full length. "Our wings are not decoration, Shorna. They are like extra limbs out our back. Like your feet need to be controlled and used to help you move, so do your wings." He touched the bone covered in feathers near his shoulder. "As you have bones and muscles in your arms and legs, you will also have in your wings. But enough about wings, you will learn more when the time comes."

Nodding to him, I glanced at Haemir who grinned at me.

"Do not fear that he will kill you, Shorna," Vaeril spoke my fear. "He would not live long afterwards and he wants his life, do you not, Ciril'Cessi?"

"I won't hurt you, Kyra," Haemir said to me. "Any harm I do give, I will heal."

Nodding, I tried to sooth my fear. But just seeing Haemir standing there with a sword made my heart flutter, and not in a good way. The last time I'd felt a sword against my back was because they'd been thinking about killing me.

I felt a drop of rain land on my cheek as I looked at Haemir. I suddenly saw why Edyrm had sent Haemir with me today. Edyrm was around nine inches taller, and Eltaor was around eleven inches taller, Haemir, however, was my height, just broader. And stronger. And faster. And a hell of a lot more experienced in sword fighting than I was.

Haemir frowned and looked at the sky before glancing towards Vaeril, then focusing back on me.

"Haemir will go on offensive, Shorna," Vaeril warned. "Defend yourself, and use the sword to block anything he gives you."

I tried to nod, I thought I nodded, but with the rain soaking my hair, making me shiver as heat flushed through me, making me worried I was about to faint, I couldn't be sure if I did nod. As I saw Haemir take a step forward. Panic hit me so hard, I jumped when lighting struck feet from us, thunder following threateningly.

Not even a second later, Vaeril called Haemir to drop his sword. Haemir did as ordered. Not moving from where he stood. Hearing the flap of wings, I glanced towards the sky in time to see Kharis's smooth, controlled, straight landing.

"Report," Kharis barked.

"Our Shorna is a Selu'Taar, Coronal," Vaeril responded.

Both Kharis and Haemir froze at that before staring at me in shock. Then Kharis spoke in the monkey language as Haemir came over to me holding the jacket he'd been wearing previous to taking up his sword.

"Here, put this on," Haemir said, not giving me much of a choice as he made me put the jacket on. It was massive. "We don't want you getting a cold." Once I had his jacket on, he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his warmth as I shook.

  

Haemir spoke the monkey language, but I was too tired to care. Moments later, I was being lifted bridal style. I fell asleep in his arms.

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