Odyssey: Master of The Cards

Chapter III ✾ Amateur

Lilyth's P.O.V

The following morning when I woke, I jumped, accidentally rolling off my bed and busted my head on the floor. A sudden headache danced across my frontal lobe.

"Oww," I grunted, rubbing my throbbing head as I pushed myself up off the ground, checking the time and quickly rebounding as I moved across the small dorm, wanting to change into something breathable and easy to move in. I rummaged through my drawers and pulled out a burgundy pair of form fitting leggings, a sports bra, and a black loose fitted cut out tank top with open arm holes that show skin down to mid torso. It took me a minute before I could catch my breath and get my head to stop spinning from the fall, but once I had, I immediately got dressed and slipped some fitted black combat boots on and tied them tight.

"No clue what the hell I am going to do with this mop head!?," I groaned, as I came up from tying my boots to see my reflection in the mirror. My ashy brunette hair sat only a few inches above my hips, much longer than what was practical for someone in my profession but I could never convince myself to even cut off a little of the 22 inches of this mane. A long sigh passed my lips as I ran my hands through my thick, but fine hair and started to pull it up in a tight ballerina style bun to try and keep it from falling during practice. I didn't usually like to look at myself because a part of me felt haunted by my reflection. I am my mother – or at least I look like her. Regardless, I inhaled deeply just inspecting myself. Growing up I was always bullied in the orphanages for my ghostly skin, but now I found security in my porcelain complexion. I now understand that it compliments my thin dark brows, sharp cheekbone and jaw features, and light green eyes. My eyes drifted down to make sure my clothes didn't look ridiculous, the tights I wore tights hugged my curvy hips and rear and but my loose tank top hid my small sinched waste and made my chest look rather boxy but it was moveable and acceptable.

Shivering, I shook my attention away from the reflection. I already knew how Darkfyre would react to the fact that it was 05:56 and I still wasn't down there. But you know, typical me, I guess. I quickly tossed my bag over my shoulder, then grabbed my sheathe and attached it to my inner boot before concealing my beautiful dagger.

"Alright, I think that's all..." I mumbled quietly to myself as I rushed to my dorm door. I quicky left the dorm and locked up, breaking into a run through the hallways and trying to avoid trampling into anyone on my way down. I made through the halls and down the stairs, level-by-level, then eventually to the lower gates.

"You're late," There was a scoff appearing from behind me just as I came down to the lowest level and moved stealthily from the gates.

"Where the hell did you come from!?" I growled, hating when he appeared out of nowhere and caught me off guard like that. I hope this doesn't become a habit because it would get really annoying really quick. But before the minute was up, I continued with my full-bitch sarcasm, "And finally? Pffh, My ass. I'm one minute late!!" I growled, showing him the time on my watch.

He smirked and held his response for a few seconds, "Two, actually. And we could've already started." He chuckled, purposefully having waited for the clock to hit 06:02

"Get over yourself, dick." I rolled my eyes and followed him. We walked outside the Academy gates and followed a short trail around the left side of the gate to a grassy opening. We stayed close to the Academy walls.

"Alright instructor, what are we doing this morning?" I had a slight mocking tone, might as well have a little fun out of this completely unwanted and forced teacher-student relationship.

Darkfyre rolled his eyes, "A little hand to hand combat first. There will be times, like yesterday, where you drop or lose your dagger and you'll have to be able to fight until you can get it back." He waved me over and took off his dagger sheathe, tossing it to the ground and hinting for me to do the same. I guess he didn't want any surprises like I pulled yesterday. I softly smiled and tossed mine to the side with his and moved closer to him, only keeping about 3 feet in between us. My eyes skimmed over him, unsure of how or where to attack. He was easily three times my size, probably double my weight and had close to a foot on me in height and unfortunately with how small I am, that will be a common reoccurrence in many battles I will come across.