"When at a crossroads, my mother was fond of saying "go with your gut." "Intuition," he said, "always has our best interests at heart." It is a voice that can tell us who is friend and who is foe...Which ones to hold at arm's length...And which ones to keep close. But too often, we become distracted by fear, doubt, our own stubborn hopes, and refuse to listen."
Flashback
Our swords gleamed in the cool moon light. I knew that only one would walk away from this. My opponent's sword was stained with blood. I shuffled to the side and awaited in attack, and, possibly, inevitable failure. My opponent charged with a mighty cry. I dodged to the side in one fluid move. My enemy swiveled in my direction. His menacing eyes were a blazing red and his dark hood made the rest of his features indistinguishable. Ankari thrust his sword forward, only to be met by my sword. Both sword met in the air with a resounding 'clang'. The man was a master swordsman.
'If I am to die, I will fight with my last breath. They'll never win."
In the time that I spoke Ankari had renewed vigor and took the opportunity to slash his blade back and forth. My wounds began bleeding openly.
I screamed out in pain, blood oozing out like a waterfall from the wounds. I should've donated it all to blood drives, at least it would've not gone to waste.
And in that 2 seconds where my mind focused on the cuts scattered all over me, a foot placed all its force and knocked me out of oblivion. My body didn't expect such force it stumbled and hit the ground, now my focus was on the bloody cuts and the throbbing pain on my stomach.
"It takes less than 5 seconds for your opponent to quickly distract you by the pain and end your life, remember this Amelia." Ankari's stern voice was background noise, I merely made out what he said.
I was too focused on the fucking pain he left on my body from that kick, I knew it was going to leave a few bruises. Both my arms were holding onto my stomach for life that Louis had come to assist me up.
"Amelia, your judgement is clouded by pain. You need to think straight otherwise when time comes to it, the picture will become blurred. You'll spiral out of control. You came to my camp to train and get revenge for your mother then do it right. You'll only have once chance with these people and they wont hesitate to hurt you. Do not get distracted."
Do not get distracted.
Do not get distracted.
His voice was slowly becoming quieter and quieter as the four words replayed in my head.
Do not get distracted.
Do not get distracted.
"babe..... Amelia? Babe are you listening?"
Those soft hands I've come to adore and hold against my small dainty fingers were now hovering over my face and pulling me back to reality. The same mossy green eyes filled with excitement.
there it was. my distraction.
"hmmm?" We both knew I got caught daydreaming, but Harry I couldn't help it.
You remind me of everything Ankari told me to avoid. I can't throw away my 6 years of training for an excruciating pain that appears every time I'm in your presence. It's seeped passed my skin and through my bones, now whenever I take a breath it's shaky. It consistently makes me nervous about the explosions this pain will cause inside of me and make every part of me flutter in the best way possible.
You like him you donut.
There goes my subconscious running her mouth when it's not needed. She tells me all the wrongs I don't need to hear.
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revenge // h.s
Fanfiction"ignore my mother, she has never approved of any girl I've dated." he finally musters after the awkward silence between us. his comforting voice makes my skin crawl more than his large hand placed on my face as his thumb moves side to side gently a...
