The Trinity War (Book 3 of the Trinity series)

Chapter 39

"Get up," Trent ordered as I fell once again.

It had been three weeks since I had given the speech and my training was in full swing. Trent and Naomi were teaching me to become a full-fledged water master and the rest of the royal family was exposing me to the rest of the nation. I trained with Trent and Naomi seven hours a day. When I wasn't training, I was visiting the different parts of Atlantis and meeting the people.

King Caspian had suggested that to truly make the people believe that I was going to save them, then I would have to understand their struggles. Everyday, I visited hospitals or clinics or homes of people that were fighting the curse. I would hear epic love stories with tragic endings and great sacrifices that didn't work. It saddened me greatly and every night, I fell asleep with dried tear stains on my face. As the days passed by, my heart ached more and more for Trey and my determination to find the countercurse grew.

But despite my tenacity, I just couldn't seem to fully grasp mastering water.

"It hurts," I grunted, trying to force myself up from the ground, but slipping on the slick surface of the training arena instead.

"Because you are weak," Trent said, towering above me. 

"I'm not," I argued, coughing.

"Prove it," he replied, hissing through his teeth. 

Drawing from the energy of the water on the ground, I flipped up onto my feet, creating a water energy ball in the process and launching it at Trent's legs. He dodged it easily, turning it into ice and then ricocheting it off the wall and back towards me. I turned the mass of hard ice around towards him, splitting it into shards of ice and then sending them towards Trent at high speed. Just before they hit him, I combined them to make a single pointed icicle. Trent stopped the icicle just before it stabbed him in the face and caused it to melt in his hands. He raised his eyebrows at me as the water dripped from his hands.

"Better," he said as I breathed deeply. "Now do it again."

Five hours later, I collapsed onto my bed in my room. I was sweaty and felt disgusting, the saltiness of the water drying my skin out. But I was so exhausted and tired that I couldn't even more. The training session that day had been particularly grueling and every sinew of my muscles screamed in agony with the slightest of movements. 

I heard a knock at my door followed by the sound of it opening.

"Madame Lucia, would you like me to prepare a warm bath for you?" I heard Valencia's voice say. I nodded, my neck aching as I did so.

"Can you put the soothing tonic in there?" I replied, my eyes closed. 

"Of course. Anything you like," she said. I heard her enter into the bathroom and turn on the faucet for the bathtub. As she prepared the bath for me, she hummed. Her sing-song voice echoed through the door and into my room and I soon felt sleep tug at the corners of my mind. I began dozing off when Valencia shook me awake.

"Madame Lucia. Your bath is ready," she said. I groaned loudly.

"I need help getting up," I told her. She nodded and helped me sit up in bed and then gingerly guided me into the bathroom. After that, I let her go. I stripped down and then dipped my hand into the bathtub which was brimming with water. The water was warm and I could smell the pungent scent of jasmine coming from it. I stepped into the water and then sat down in the tub, gathering my hair behind my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling the slight cooling sensation of the soothing tonic. After a few moments, I felt my muscles relax. I took several deep breaths, clearing my mind like Master Yoqi had taught me. Once cleared, I focused my attention on one single idea: the countercurse.