Moonlight Flower

Chapter 13 - The Training Camp.

The soft sun's rays illuminated Clarence's beautiful yet masculine face. He wasn't up yet though many knocks were heard on the door. "Bro. Bro!" It was Claire calling him. "Are you here already?"

But he was still half-asleep.

"I'm coming in," she said as she came in and saw him sleeping tightly.

After few minutes, somehow, he seemed to finally notice her. He opened his eyes slowly, shrugged and put his arm on the forehead.

"Oh, Claire?" he softly said, brushing some hair up. "What is it?"

"I've been calling you many times but you didn't answer, so I came in to check on you. I thought you were still not back just then."

"Oh... Sorry...."

"It's nine already. It's unusual for you to stay in bed at this hour."

"Yeah, you're right." He smiled. "I overslept."

She suddenly look away. "Uhm...." She tried to call.

"Huh? Is something wrong?"

"Was it... hot last night here?" she asked, slowly looking back.

"Huh?" He didn't understand what she meant.

"Because you don't..." She didn't finished what she's going to say. She just continued it through a gesturing look, and he understood that.

He looked at himself and found that he was half-naked. The blanket was pulled up to his below his chest. He quickly sat up, holding the blanket and forced a smile. "Haha...Kinda..." he excused.

She smiled and nodded. "If you're not comfortable in this room, you can always choose any."

He just forced a grin. "Ok!"

"Later again, bro.," she said, walking to the door.

He smiled at her and nodded.

As soon as she left, he put on his clothes and sighed. "I can transform anytime I want but I can't stop it whenever it's full moon..."

He stood up and glanced outside. "Abie..." he said, remembering her beautiful face and sweet voice. "I'm definitely going to make my promise to you. I'll become a real human, just like you, so we can be together." He put his hands on both thighs, then held it together and placed it on his chin. His eyes were glaring on no particular thing. "Even though the ONLY WAY to become one is very difficult to do..." The tone of his voice also become firm and serious. "Can I really do it?"

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That same morning, Lance came to the palace. Before he came with his bicycle, he was checked by the guards. He told them that he was approved by Jane to come and showed them a signed paper. With this, he was allowed to enter. He parked his bicycle near the training camp which was on the east side of the palace, a 30-minute walk from the main gate.

The whole ground was filled around 500 men and women of all ages. The youngest looked around 12 years of age. They were in an organized line, all wearing a breastplate and helmet of bronze. Lance was immediately given by someone a breastplate and a helmet and urged him to form in the line at the back. He peeked to see what's in front, as everybody was facing that way.

"We're already on our third week training camp," spoke loudly by a female voice in front. This was Jane in her armor. Her hair tied at the back of her head. "And next week, you will be having a special training lead by our three generals."

Some people turned excited or nervous and murmured among themselves.

"That only happens every 4 years! Lucky us!"