A bit more than two weeks passed before The Great One contacted me again. During that time I wrote and read a lot since It was calming me down. I also enjoyed tons of junk food and practiced with the long polearm I got. It was not the same as my weapon. The length was just so damn uncomfortable. Even my skills, oriented on weapon mastery, didn't really work with it.
It made me anxious about the next fight, which ultimately led to more writing. I still stayed diligent with the training though, to get as much used to that gift from The Great One, as I could.
Eventually, I heard his voice in my head, asking if I'm ready because he found something. I couldn't answer right away, as a sudden burst of fear grabbed me by the stomach. I could feel the anxiety building up, and adrenaline already circulating in my body.
