"Rebecca!" I turned to the appalled owner of the voice, of course, it was Mother. I set down the sword on the ground and kicked it away from me as soon as she came in. I broke the first rule of resting- picking up a blade since I was still 'injured'.
It's been two weeks since I first went to the witch, and I've made a huge improvement, one that the doctors don't know how it was possible.
"Mother, I can't waste any time, I- I was just testing my grip." I stuttered as she walked toward me while kicking the blade further away from me. She wore a dark blue gown that was accented with gold jewelry on her wrists and neck. Her hair pulled up into a bun, showing her sharp cheekbones.
"You're not supposed to pick up a blade for another week. So why are you going against our orders?" She inquired while reaching for my wrist, I pulled back from her touch and looked into her blue eyes, which were bright with anger.
