Uncovered

Chapter Eleven:

(Anne's POV)

Micheal blocked my attack. His eyes were calm but somber. I was surprised that the warlock didn't mind helping me calm down. How could Benjamin kill my best friend so easily?

My feet moved in sync as I casted energy everywhere. Micheal never slowed down his blocks or fought back. It was silent in the training hollow. We would be the only ones here for a while until the night sessions began. I was thankful for being isolated. My mind replayed Kimberly's death again and again. Grief wasn't a new feeling.

"You're getting stronger. How's your defense magick compared to offensive?" Micheal gazed at me.

"Not as strong as I'd like it to be. I need more practice before I can attend training with everyone else," I admit quietly.

He only smiled before switching stances. I was nervous now. I didn't know how to shield correctly without burning too much energy. Maybe he'd take it easy on me. We circled each other. My fists were protecting my face. He didn't attack though.

"Your stance isn't correct for your style of casting. I'm surprised no one has told you that," he commented, stopping the session.

"I train by myself, actually."

"Well that's changing. You're open to error if you're by yourself."

Micheal's eyes were mildly curious as he regarded my scruffy appearance. I didn't bother trying to clean myself up. He helped me find another stance. It felt uncomfortable.

"This can help you stay grounded during a fight. How often do your emotions take over rather than rational thinking? A victory turns to a loss very quick if you can't keep control," he said quietly.

"I've only let my emotions control today. It hasn't been more than a few days since I've started casting again. How can I make myself strong again?"

"Storm Voices and Gazers were thought to be a myth. I've met three people so far. Maybe we can contact another Storm Voice who can guide you."

I shrugged, unable to think. We started another session. This new stance felt too awkward, almost distracting. Two hours passed before other people started arriving. We called it a day. I went to my room and locked the door.

Sleep came and left as I struggled with grief. How could Kimberly have been a traitor? We were family to her. Dark energy flowed throughout my body. Every muscle ached. It'd been a while since I really pushed my limit. Benjamin lingered by my door. I sensed his nervousness. I didn't move. I couldn't tolerate him right now. The warlock left seconds later, probably realizing I wasn't coming out. Sleep came again for a few hours before I was up again. Throwing new clothes on, I went to Jeremiah's room.