Nigeria

Chapter Four

For the rest of the week Chase and I stayed at the cabin unsure of what to do next. I was still uncertain about everything that he had told me, and of him. Everything had changed so quickly; one minute I'm just the strange girl living on a farm outside of town, the next my only family I've known is killed, and I'm attacked by a demon. Oh, not to mention that apparently I'm royalty and half elf.

It was a strange childhood-like dream come true, where things such as dragons, kingdoms, and magic existed, and somehow I was a part of it. The only reason I even believed (with difficulty) what Chase had told me had been because my uncle, or as I used to call him, father, had told me something similar before he had died.

During the week Chase had taken a liking to sparing whenever he ran out of ideas of what to do, or was just plan bored. His excuse was that we needed to stay fit. I wouldn't have minded so much if he'd stayed to normal sparring, but no, not Chase. Whenever it seemed I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings he'd jump out at me with a knife, a shield, or nothing at all and just start sparring.

One thing about Chase though was, despite his sometimes childish behavior, he was always professional when he trained me, in anything. He'd teach me more about the Unknown Realm every day, about the battle that had happened and was still happening, and about its past kings, queens, and its marvels. He also told me as much as he could about the darkness in the Unknown Realm and all he could about Nazrom. He never spoke of himself though, which strikes me as slightly off considering I thought him to be quite chatty.

He was obviously trained by a professional, and lucky for me, so was I. If it hadn't been for my uncle Chase would've beaten me every single time, even with my "heightened abilities". Even with my abilities Chase still managed to beat me. Every night after our scheduled sparring session was over; he would usually come out the victor, and me? Bruised, tired, and defeated. Even on the nights that I'd beat him, he'd still come out hardly scratched.

Chase had told me on our third night; seemingly able to feel my aggravated atmosphere that I was better than a pot of people he'd ever sparred with, expecting it to be a compliment. For me it was a dull blade against my throat. I hated not being better than someone in something I considered being great at. I hated the feeling of being second place worthy, I always won. It was just what I would do. I would set my mind to winning and after a Loy of hard work I would accomplish my goal. It was safe to say I had one right now, and it was to kick this guy's ass every time we sparred, whether my final decision on who he was whether friend, or foe.

I didn't know how long Chase and I would stay at the clearing; I was hoping not much longer. The more I heard about Nazrom and what he'd done, I would get angry. I wanted revenge, for my uncle and aunt, and for all the people of the Unknown Realm. The more stories I heard of what darkness and sadness he had created to suffocated the lands, the more determined I found myself to be. I wanted to help.

I thought Chase realized that too, for one day I went outside to enjoy a beautiful sunrise when I saw him standing there with two horses fully equipped for a long journey. Chase had looked at me, his eyes grim, and ad beckoned me over to him. He handed me the reins of the chestnut horse, and climbed atop his bay mere. He started dawn at me, eyes still grim but also with sadness within them as well.

"You're ready now." He had said, his voice sounding older than he really was.

My eyes burned with curiosity and the need for adventure.

"For what?" I had asked, my voice sounding more excited than it should have.

The sadness intensive within Chases eyes.

"To follow your parents' path of greatest."

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Alrighty, so I obviously haven't updated this story in a very long time. The only reason would be because I've had MAJOR Writters block with it. Sorry it's so short too, I just needed something to to fill in from the last chapter to the next and it was a bit of an awkward transition.

I believe I have a good story it's just getting it down in words is a bit more difficult. I apologize and will try to update it more frequently, like I've been doing with My Diagnosis.

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Mick. :)