Academy Tales: Owen Blackbourne In Russia

Chapter 8- Startling Truth

Author's note:

I apologize to all my followers and readers for being so late to update my works, but I simply had no motivation to write the past six months.

Everything has been so crazy, and I've just been relaxing in the small amount of spare time I have instead of writing.

As a reward though, I have updated both books at once. I apologize for the wait and hope you can forgive me.

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Recap:
Grabbing the book, I headed towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room, and sat in it, content to read this book and wait for Sang to return from wherever she was. I knew she'd come back eventually.

Owen's POV:

I had been sitting in this chair for almost an hour now. I was a bit restless and began to wonder if Sang would mind if I went off and explored her property for a bit.

I closed and placed the book on the chair that I had been sitting in, and stood up, careful not to split my side as I gently, slowly stretched out my limbs, to regain the movement in them.

I winced as my shoulder gave a crack as I moved it. I think I had overused the joint for such a long time during my escape between climbing and fighting that it had gotten so used to  movement, and now that I'm not using it it is protesting.

I left the sitting room and headed for the front door. I wasn't hungry, as during my scarfed down meal earlier  I had eaten at least twice of what I usually ate at meal time.

The front door was made of a very sturdy wood that i can tell would take a very long time to break down between the extensive locks placed on it to the reinforced wood if someone wanted to break into Sang's house.

Although I doubt anyone would what with the menacing 10m high metal barbed fence she had placed around the property. One thing I knew for sure, was that Sang was no normal person, but neither was I.

The first thing that hit my senses when I walked outside was the overwhelming smell of animals and the faint hint of flowers.

I took a few more steps forward until I was about two metres in front of the house and then I turned around, wanting to get a good look at the house I had been in for the past few days.

The building wasn't exactly tall, but it wasn't on the short side of the spectrum either. From the outside, it looked like a small fortress, with its heavily locked door and and steel frame.

But on the inside, it was so homey and warm, so the whole house was a contradiction. All this contradiction was giving me a headache, so I decided to put these thoughts of strangeness to the back of my mind and continue on to what i had planned to do out here.

I walked around the house until I was almost behind it and stopped in shock at the lavish farm that greeted me. Cows, chickens, pigs, and sheep were strewn across the whole area, each and every one in tip top shape and health.

A garden that seemed to go on forever and almost stretched to the fencing on the perimeter edge, filled with every type of fruit and vegetable imaginable. Curiosity got the better of me as I saw what looked like a cherry tomato plant, and as I reached down to grab one, I paused for a second, only just noticing the thin almost invisible rope like fence that stretched out across the garden and animal grazing areas, that pulsed with energy.

I had no idea what this was, but when with my limited understanding and knowledge, I knew this thing was dangerous, and i wasn't going to take any chances, until I knew what might happen.

I had a feeling that Sang would be very annoyed at me if I were to injure myself again and impose on her further. With these thoughts in mind,  I dropped the hand that was reaching for the tomatoes and took a step back.

" I'm glad you didn't touch that, but the electric shock it would have given you probably would have taught you a lesson about not touching other people's property"

I turned and smiled sheepishly at Sang. She stood there with her arms crossed, feet shoulder width apart, and a bemused smile on her face.
But even though she said she had gone to sleep, she still had bags under her eyes, which made me question if she actually slept, or was unable to fall asleep.

" Alright then, Mr Owen, let's head back inside and get some more food into you."

I nodded and followed her as she turned and walked back to her house. Once we were inside,i watched as she spent the few seconds locking the door and re-setting up her alarm system on the outside of her house, before walking down the hallway to her kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, she made a bee line for the fridge and pulled out what looked like  chicken,and then indicated with her free hand for me to sit down, and then proceeded to add several types of spices and yoghurt to the mix before adding in the chicken, and then placing the bowl in the fridge.

I was content just to watch her move around the kitchen, letting my mind wander. She then proceeded to grab lettuce, cheese, onion and tomatoes and began to chop and grate them.

Once done with those she reached for the cupboard above her fridge and stretched up her arm. I almost laughed when I realised that she was still a good 40cm away from the handle of the cupboard even with her arm outstretched and on tiptoes.

She turned around with a pout on her face and glared at the cupboard door.At this point I was trying so hard not to laugh at her misfortune, that I had to pinch myself.

I stood and walked towards her, opening the cupboard with ease, not even breaking my stride. With my hand on the cupboard door handle, I peered down at Sang, her head only reaching half way to my chest, and asked her what she wanted from the cupboard.

She seemed to contemplate for a few seconds, probably having a wounded pride and dignity at me being able to accomplish what she failed to do do easily, and not wanting me to help her, and then said flour and yeast.

I grabbed the red bag that said yeast and then grabbed the bag of flour, before closing the cupboard and placing the ingredients on the work top, before walking back to my seat and relaxing.

Sang grabbed the flour and poured some into a bowl before adding in some activated yeast and a few eggs along with some hot water. Just before she started to mix the batter she paused and then looked me in the eyes with a sad smile, before she began to speak.

" I don't really know how to small talk. It's been so long since I've done that"

"...... What do you mean? How long has it been?" She couldn't mean what I thought she was saying.

"It's September of 2017 isnt it?" She asked me

I nodded, affirmative.

" Then I've been here for five years now, and I haven't spoken to another person since 2012"

And like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell, she started taking her dough out of the bowl and began to kneed it.

Author's note:

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