How Could You Forget?

Training

Days continued to slip into a never-ending cycle. The flower and human had fallen into a routine and stuck to it religiously. Wake up, eat, spar, rest for a few hours, tend to the plants, spar again, eat once more if dinner was available, then fall into an exhausted slumber. The two had grown in regards to stamina and intellect, always calculating the other's moves turns in advance, allowing them to gain the upper hand and quickly subdue their opponent.

Flowey's scope of magic had increased exponentially, no longer confined to a mere five feet of his body. Now he could summon his vines closer to twenty-five feet away, giving him an advantage over close range opponents. His magic began to manifest differently, flowing freely and with greater speed as he strengthened his reserves. The plant had even managed to come up with new tricks, now able to summon highly toxic plants like deadly night shade and oleander, which he immediately filed away for use outside of the shack. It wouldn't do to poison his sister. She had been very pleased with his progress and even cared for him while he spent a few hours during their break meditating and tapping into his magic reserves.

Frisk had also developed her skills as well, working on dodging and weaving, her lithe form allowing her to duck, spring, and weave effectively to avoid Flowey's sharpened vines. Her aim had gotten more accurate, her strikes more powerful, and her stamina far surpassing that of a normal girl. It was kill or be killed here, and if she couldn't manage to dodge and evade, her life would be forfeit.

She had even managed to convince Gaster to teach her how to manipulate his magic in the physical world. Despite the advanced healing, she had been able to work on awakening the magic now residing in her body slowly. It had taken weeks to hone the magic, mold it into a physical form, even longer to actually shape it into a weapon. The first night after Flowey had fallen asleep, Frisk sat cross-legged on the mattress as she focused on her breathing, turning her consciousness inwards at Gaster's instruction. The specter guided her through the ways of meditation, even though she struggled to let go.

It was frightening to turn in to herself, her fears, haunting memories, and repressed emotions waited underneath the silence. The first week was the absolute hardest as the overwhelming thoughts threatened to consume her. What little sanity she desperately clung to was jeopardized by her innermost fears. Thankfully Gaster had stayed by her side, speaking to her calmly and ushering her into a state of relative calm before making her awaken from her trance.

Throughout the week she continued her meditation, shying away from her thoughts less and less each day before finally managing to move past them into a relaxed, meditative state. Once she had finally reached that level, Gaster encouraged her to look inside herself and find the source of power hidden in her very soul.

"Focus on your breathing, child. You are doing well. Now listen, feel your lungs expand as you inhale, feel the rush of breath course through your very being, moving through your lungs out to the very edge of your body. Feel it move through your chest out to your fingers and toes. Now let it out and start the process once more.."

Frisk complied slowly, allowing herself to truly experience her body as she had never done before. In her calm state she could feel her body respond, her chest moving as she took a breath, feel the blood rush throughout her arms and legs, feeling as it slowly made its way back to her heart.

"Good. Now focus on your chest, feel the thrum of your heart beating, allow it to draw you in, to truly experience yourself."

She smiled softly as two hands made its way to her chest, stilling over the steady pulse of her heart. Reveling in the strong beat and the feeling of security, she lost herself in the serenity that washed over her.