Mya found herself running around a large hill way before daybreak. It was definitely what she expected as part of her training regime, however, doing it this early and being expected to join the others after completing her lap was definitely not.
She was fit, but not that fit, the hill was large, almost as large as a mountain. It was pretty to look at until it became the obstacle to her rest.
It wasn't until she had finished that she began to think he intended to torture her. There was a breeze from nowhere and she looked as good as new, no one could tell if she had just gotten there.
Everyone arrived a while later, joining her at the starting point, she ignored the judgemental looks she was receiving. 'What was wrong with being early?' she couldn't help but wonder.
They started the lap, Mya was more painfully aware of how large the hill was. At first, she had taken two hours running at top speed, but now she could tell that the distance was definitely more than 20miles.
After the first half, she started to lag far behind the group, earning her the disdain of her fellow trainees. Frowning she pushed down her annoyance and kept focused on her running, 'It's not their fault, they don't know how long I ran.'
Certainly, they didn't but considering it was her first workout, she couldn't help but feel they were being to harsh on her. It was obvious from the end of the run that some of those making snide remarks at her slow speed would not be able to move for a while.
Collapsing to her knees, she wiped her sweaty forehead, panting hard as she squinted at the bright light of the sun. She could see Illyan watching through the stained glass, then he turned away, it was as though a leash was pulled off the students.
The scoffs and mockery got louder, and someone intentionally stepped on her foot. She clenched her fist trying to push down her growing annoyance when something wet and sticky landed on her face, she was spit on.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a spark within her, her energy was beginning to spin rapidly inside her. It felt easier to control, like she could pour it all out without thinking too hard, she gritted her teeth then left, going inside and wiping her cheek with her sleeve.
Illyan was waiting at the door for her, he watched her silently. Noticing her burning determination, he stepped aside, "Train with Jennie." He then walked off to who knows where.
Maaike bit her cheek and walked toward the glowering redhead, stopping in front of the training mat, she bit back a smile. Jennie's body was tense, like a rabbit being hunted by a wolf. Mya wasn't sure why, but it didn't take away from how silly she looked.
Taking position, Jennie grabbed a dagger, "What's your weapon?"
"I don't know how to use one so…"
"Just use your fists…Wolves are more brutal without weapons anyway."
Maaike frowned at that response, she couldn't use her claws in a spar, but even if she could her wolf was already burned away.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to hold a similar stance to Jennie's, *Feet closer together, you're using your fists, not a weapon. * She hid her surprise upon hearing Illyan's voice in her head.
As she fixed her posture, Jennie flew at her. Her Instincts raging at the danger, Mya moved quickly, avoiding the incoming blow.
Hiding a grimace at the unnatural angle she had bent her body to, she struggled to keep up with jennies speed.
She came after her unrelentingly, with every punch she dodged, Mya received a scratch from her dagger.
The pain accumulated, as the sharp edge constantly grazed across her skin like an annoying fly. Mya was getting frustrated, she could barely touch a strand of Jennie's hair, not to talk of landing a punch.
She could barely stay focused, struggling to calm herself, while trying to defeat the girl before her was draining. She heard a taunting laugh slip out from Jennie and couldn't help but lash out.
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It wasn't hard for Jennie at all, she had thought Mya would be harder to deal with, yet here she was struggling to stay conscious. She had never liked the thought of being around weak people, it had been ingrained in her since childhood, however she never minded underhanded methods.
She stood in place watching Maaike close her eyes, then suddenly felt a force throw her across the room. Slamming into the marble walls, she let out a groan of pain confused.
'Wasn't she weak…how could she be able to do that?'
There was a loud gasp, and low murmurings in the training room as everyone watched in shock.
"You lose." Illyan appeared, staring down at Jennie with a sneer on his attractive face.
"No! No, she cheated…It was a spar, she's not supposed to use her powers!"
"Did she now? Well, I'm more convinced that you took it as a fight and not a spar, didn't you?" he leant down, lowering his voice, she opened and closed her mouth, before looking down.
He walked over to Mya who was now barely conscious on her feet, grabbing her arm, he vanished with her, reappearing in the garden.
Catching her before she slumped on the ground, he carefully placed her on a bench, his hand began to glow as he went to place it in her head.
"I lost!" whispered Maaike.
"You won."
"But I used my powers."
"You'd be justified even if you killed her." She shot him a weak glare as he began to heal her mind.
"You're mentally drained, you haven't rested properly for a long time." She bit her lip, "I killed a lot of people."
"Supernatural monsters…Under that witch, anyone good is corrupted."
"I almost killed Jennie…I wanted to…"
"She almost killed you too, and she wasn't hesitating." She was about to ask when she felt tendrils of soothing power running through her veins, then there was pain as they started to burn something inside her.
"Demon blood, it's poisonous to anyone with the werewolf bloodline, even half breeds. She put that on her blade." He finished healing her wounds.
"Why did you let me fight her then?"
"Control…You learned to focus even while losing consciousness. If you'd used your power wrongly you would've killed her and been right."
"So, you're saying it worked out?" He grinned, "Sadistic bastard." She grumbled.