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immediately filling his lungs with crystal clear air. This was just what he’d needed. The night was turning to dawn, turning the sky a magnificent shade of indigo. Jackson closed his eyes. He needed this. Time alone. Time to think. To clear his head.
Hearing footsteps, his eyes flew wide open and his fists flexed instinctively. Without a single word, Kelton clapped the boy on the shoulder, nodded slightly and moved through the glass doors away from Jackson.
Jackson stared after him for a moment. They’d had the same idea, escaping from the madness, and Jackson felt a little guilty that he’d interrupted Kelton. Sure, the dude was a badass warrior and all that, but he wasn’t unfeeling. He had to be going through hell at the moment.
Kelton headed back in, trying to clear his head as he went. Seeing Jackson out there in the gardens, it made him think briefly about the kid and the possibilities that he may hold as a warrior. After all, he sure had the build for it. The boy was almost as big as he was. And those dark, determined eyes stayed focused on the task at hand. But, that would have to wait. He had too much on his plate at the moment.
Walking back towards his office, Kelton’s mind was swamped with what was needed to be done next to avenge Bartholomew’s death.
Revenge. Vengeance. Blood spilling. That was all he could think about. Everything else would have to wait.
Jackson knew that hiding out under the night sky wasn’t actually helping him, so he headed back in to try and attempt to get some sleep.
A thick, cream envelope slid under his door shortly after five am. He hadn’t paid much attention to what Kayleigh had said about the revised schedule, thinking about it now though, there was no surprise that it had taken a bit of time to arrange. He was a little surprised that they had managed to sort it out as quickly as they had. After all, there were four different years of trainee warrior’s schedules to juggle around, and the situation with the warriors who could train them would probably be needed elsewhere at the moment. God knows who would teach them combat now. But, that was the least of the races concern.
Opening the envelope and sliding out the letter that was printed on matching rich, creamy paper, Jackson was shocked to see that combat training was still included heavily in the schedule and not only included, but that their training had actually doubled. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have been much of a shock. Of course they would want more warriors out there as soon as possible, but who were they keeping out of the field to train them?
There was no point in trying to think too hard about it tonight, Jackson laid back on his bed again. They were sure to find out what was going on tomorrow.
Turning out the lights, Jackson lay in the darkness for what seemed like an eternity. Sleep just wouldn’t come to him. All he could do was lie there and wait.
Chapter Eight.
The very next evening, Jackson awoke early again and headed out to the showers, disappointed that this time he was to find there were already others there who had beaten him to it. Obviously he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep and had the idea of getting an early start. It was upsetting, though. He already looked forward to his own time and space, but a spoil to his routine was something he was just going to have to get used to.
Oh well, never mind. Only about another eighteen hours to go before he could get some peace and quiet.
At least the uneasy feeling was easier to deal with now that he knew the cause. He wasn’t going crazy, which was something he was thankful for.
Keeping to himself, Jackson took a quick shower and shave and was ready to make his way to breakfast before training when his path was blocked. Glancing up to see who was in his way, he saw Denver standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a moronic grin on his
Hearing footsteps, his eyes flew wide open and his fists flexed instinctively. Without a single word, Kelton clapped the boy on the shoulder, nodded slightly and moved through the glass doors away from Jackson.
Jackson stared after him for a moment. They’d had the same idea, escaping from the madness, and Jackson felt a little guilty that he’d interrupted Kelton. Sure, the dude was a badass warrior and all that, but he wasn’t unfeeling. He had to be going through hell at the moment.
Kelton headed back in, trying to clear his head as he went. Seeing Jackson out there in the gardens, it made him think briefly about the kid and the possibilities that he may hold as a warrior. After all, he sure had the build for it. The boy was almost as big as he was. And those dark, determined eyes stayed focused on the task at hand. But, that would have to wait. He had too much on his plate at the moment.
Walking back towards his office, Kelton’s mind was swamped with what was needed to be done next to avenge Bartholomew’s death.
Revenge. Vengeance. Blood spilling. That was all he could think about. Everything else would have to wait.
Jackson knew that hiding out under the night sky wasn’t actually helping him, so he headed back in to try and attempt to get some sleep.
A thick, cream envelope slid under his door shortly after five am. He hadn’t paid much attention to what Kayleigh had said about the revised schedule, thinking about it now though, there was no surprise that it had taken a bit of time to arrange. He was a little surprised that they had managed to sort it out as quickly as they had. After all, there were four different years of trainee warrior’s schedules to juggle around, and the situation with the warriors who could train them would probably be needed elsewhere at the moment. God knows who would teach them combat now. But, that was the least of the races concern.
Opening the envelope and sliding out the letter that was printed on matching rich, creamy paper, Jackson was shocked to see that combat training was still included heavily in the schedule and not only included, but that their training had actually doubled. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have been much of a shock. Of course they would want more warriors out there as soon as possible, but who were they keeping out of the field to train them?
There was no point in trying to think too hard about it tonight, Jackson laid back on his bed again. They were sure to find out what was going on tomorrow.
Turning out the lights, Jackson lay in the darkness for what seemed like an eternity. Sleep just wouldn’t come to him. All he could do was lie there and wait.
Chapter Eight.
The very next evening, Jackson awoke early again and headed out to the showers, disappointed that this time he was to find there were already others there who had beaten him to it. Obviously he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep and had the idea of getting an early start. It was upsetting, though. He already looked forward to his own time and space, but a spoil to his routine was something he was just going to have to get used to.
Oh well, never mind. Only about another eighteen hours to go before he could get some peace and quiet.
At least the uneasy feeling was easier to deal with now that he knew the cause. He wasn’t going crazy, which was something he was thankful for.
Keeping to himself, Jackson took a quick shower and shave and was ready to make his way to breakfast before training when his path was blocked. Glancing up to see who was in his way, he saw Denver standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a moronic grin on his
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