Somebody was shaking my whole body.
"Fiery, training."
My eyes fluttered open, and I whined.
"No, Riel, sleep." I got up and checked my new phone, and glared at him, "It's fucking 4 in the morning. You wake me up at 5,"
He shook his head, a venomous smile on his face.
It had been a week since that incident and everything was pretty much at peace, except for myself. To say I was suffering was an understatement. I was living in hell. Azriel woke me up at 5 in the morning, gave me his vomit-inducing juices to me, and glared at me so murderously that I had no choice to drink it. Then I had some peace when I would go to bath after sweating too much which was also soon interrupted by him, calling me for meditation, then my favourite part: We would fight. Or spar as he'd like to call it. However, I still didn't get to use my powers.
"It's time to meditate early on in the morning." He spoke, gazing at me and slowly pulling my blanket away.
