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general locations of all the shards here in the country—and Savannah was the closest one to where she disappeared…”
I blinked as she trailed off, her voice getting softer. “Us? There were more apprentices of Guinevere?”
Dove’s already white-knuckled grip on my comforter tightened, so much so I thought she would rip the sheets just with her iron grip.
“You don’t need to explain this if it’s hard,” I finally mustered after a long period of awkward silence.
Dove shook her head furiously, as if she was mad at herself for being weak. But even if she is—was—an alchemist, she’ s still human…right? “No. I need to explain, because—”
I filled in the gap for her, “Because its compensation for what happened to me this morning isn’t it?” I stretched my limbs before climbing off the bed. “Look, I’m still pretty confused at what happened, but I know it’s real. You don’t need to explain things that are too hard or personal for you just because I was nearly killed. And newsflash: you didn’t really kill me, did you? Really, you saved me, so there’s no need to spill your guts out, okay? I’m the one who owes you for saving me. Even if I have to go out and find this mystical, probably non-existent Elixir, right? ”
I flashed her a quick grin, even though on the inside I didn’t feel so confident in my little speech, before retrieving both drinks and placing them back in the fridge. My fingers itched to do more so I busied myself reorganizing my already organized desks and drawers, hanging up my school jacket and rearranging my bag. Dove simply sat on the bed, wrapped in a heavy cloak of silence.
Only the rummaging of papers and books, and the occasional clicks of a closed drawer passed between us until I really couldn’t take it anymore, “Look, it’s getting late, and I do appreciate you wanting to answer all of my questions—and believe me, I have tons of them—but why don’t we call it a night?” I glanced at the digital clock as I spoke. Bright neon colors glowed 12: 13 am. Had we really stayed up so long talking?
Dove nodded hesitantly, “Yes,” she said, “Alright, we’ll talk more…tomorrow. No, I need to do something tomorrow, I—”
I waved a hand at her again, “Tomorrow wouldn’t work anyway. It’s the first day of school, and fake heart or not, I’m going, so why don’t we just, uh, figure out a time and place to…continue our talk or, uh, to start my ‘training’?”
“We’ll start it tomorrow night,” she stated, “The sooner, the better. We’ll practice every night in the woods near the Old Chapel to harness your powers.”
Every night? Was she kidding?!
Then again, I really didn’t have much of a choice, did I? I kept my mouth shut.
“I’d suggest you research the concept of alchemy. It will probably be easier to see it through your own eyes than having me try and explain it to you.”
Great. More homework. Just what I needed. Shoot! I just remembered that horrible, completely unfair detention sentence I received from this morning (or afternoon? I’m not sure). God, what a work load for the start of a school year.
Would I even be able to manage all of this? Not to mention being on guard in case my stupid fake heart decided to just stop and caput in the middle of science lab or a date?
Dove jumped off the bed with the grace of a deer and headed towards the window, “Then I wi ll see you tomorrow night…Emery. ” she said, sliding the window open, letting a blast of hot summer air filter through the room. She was half way out the window (was she seriously going to jump?) before she turned to face me, “And just a warning: if you see him again, you must stay away. You need to stay far, far away from him at all costs. You aren’t in any state to take him on. I’m certain you will be safe here in this school—he wouldn’t dare attack you in broad daylight, but just…keep caution whenever you are alone.”
And before I could
I blinked as she trailed off, her voice getting softer. “Us? There were more apprentices of Guinevere?”
Dove’s already white-knuckled grip on my comforter tightened, so much so I thought she would rip the sheets just with her iron grip.
“You don’t need to explain this if it’s hard,” I finally mustered after a long period of awkward silence.
Dove shook her head furiously, as if she was mad at herself for being weak. But even if she is—was—an alchemist, she’ s still human…right? “No. I need to explain, because—”
I filled in the gap for her, “Because its compensation for what happened to me this morning isn’t it?” I stretched my limbs before climbing off the bed. “Look, I’m still pretty confused at what happened, but I know it’s real. You don’t need to explain things that are too hard or personal for you just because I was nearly killed. And newsflash: you didn’t really kill me, did you? Really, you saved me, so there’s no need to spill your guts out, okay? I’m the one who owes you for saving me. Even if I have to go out and find this mystical, probably non-existent Elixir, right? ”
I flashed her a quick grin, even though on the inside I didn’t feel so confident in my little speech, before retrieving both drinks and placing them back in the fridge. My fingers itched to do more so I busied myself reorganizing my already organized desks and drawers, hanging up my school jacket and rearranging my bag. Dove simply sat on the bed, wrapped in a heavy cloak of silence.
Only the rummaging of papers and books, and the occasional clicks of a closed drawer passed between us until I really couldn’t take it anymore, “Look, it’s getting late, and I do appreciate you wanting to answer all of my questions—and believe me, I have tons of them—but why don’t we call it a night?” I glanced at the digital clock as I spoke. Bright neon colors glowed 12: 13 am. Had we really stayed up so long talking?
Dove nodded hesitantly, “Yes,” she said, “Alright, we’ll talk more…tomorrow. No, I need to do something tomorrow, I—”
I waved a hand at her again, “Tomorrow wouldn’t work anyway. It’s the first day of school, and fake heart or not, I’m going, so why don’t we just, uh, figure out a time and place to…continue our talk or, uh, to start my ‘training’?”
“We’ll start it tomorrow night,” she stated, “The sooner, the better. We’ll practice every night in the woods near the Old Chapel to harness your powers.”
Every night? Was she kidding?!
Then again, I really didn’t have much of a choice, did I? I kept my mouth shut.
“I’d suggest you research the concept of alchemy. It will probably be easier to see it through your own eyes than having me try and explain it to you.”
Great. More homework. Just what I needed. Shoot! I just remembered that horrible, completely unfair detention sentence I received from this morning (or afternoon? I’m not sure). God, what a work load for the start of a school year.
Would I even be able to manage all of this? Not to mention being on guard in case my stupid fake heart decided to just stop and caput in the middle of science lab or a date?
Dove jumped off the bed with the grace of a deer and headed towards the window, “Then I wi ll see you tomorrow night…Emery. ” she said, sliding the window open, letting a blast of hot summer air filter through the room. She was half way out the window (was she seriously going to jump?) before she turned to face me, “And just a warning: if you see him again, you must stay away. You need to stay far, far away from him at all costs. You aren’t in any state to take him on. I’m certain you will be safe here in this school—he wouldn’t dare attack you in broad daylight, but just…keep caution whenever you are alone.”
And before I could
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