Willow's Legend - Original Version

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

“Alright, Willow,” Chelsea said, sitting down on the couch in the library. Willow guessed most of her time would be spent in the library. “Here’s how things are going to work here: We aren’t going to send you to the dragon with absolutely no training; that would be sure death. For around a month, or whenever we find you’re ready, we will train you. Other than not dying, we will give you the most of our knowledge in the short period of time. Breaks will come now and then, but mostly you’ll just be working. Today is your day off as an ‘adaptation to your environment day’.”

                Willow couldn’t help but laugh at the name, it was like she was an animal put into a zoo and expected to “adapt to her environment”. How could one ever adapt to such an environment?

                “Since you’re going to get hopelessly lost in this place and really have nothing to do, I will grant you the privilege of hanging out with us. Nah, I’m just messing with you, it is part of our rules to not let you out of our sites as much as we can.” She got up and wiped her hands on her jeans. Like Chris, she no longer had her black suit on but just regular denim jeans and light yellow spaghetti strap shirt. Which made her look much less deadly. 

                She motioned for Willow to follow her and they both walked out of the library, Willow a few steps behind.

                "Alicia is a very complicated around Willow—she isn’t too fond of them—so I would just not get in her way." She said, not even looking behind her to see if Willow was listening. "Chris is simple; don’t hurt anybody and he won’t hurt you." Willow nodded and doubled her step to catch up to Chelsea.   Chelsea took a sharp turn to the left, "Michael’s pretty simple, too, just don’t cause too much trouble and you’ll be fine. Just don’t worry about him, he seems to like you anyway."

                Willow didn’t respond to that, she felt almost proud that he liked her anyway.

                “And me, well, you don’t have to worry about me. I am the mature one of this group.” Chelsea smiled and then stopped at a massive pair of doors. When she said massive, she meant massive. They towered over Willow’s head, making her dizzy when she looked up at the top.

                Chelsea opened them without any trouble, though, “Welcome to the training room.”

                The training room was very similar to the library in size, although it might’ve been a little bigger. There were weapons there, wooden ones, metal ones, battered ones, new-looking ones. But mostly all there was were dummies, what Willow guessed were punching bags and weights, targets, and anything you would need to train, really.

                Michael was in there, though he wasn’t the only one. There was an adult Ganash there, lifting heavy looking things. Willow had forgotten that it was more than teenagers that inhabited this place.

                Michael was throwing little daggers at one of the targets. He hit the pin-point middle every single time, most of the time hitting the daggers that were already lodged into the middle of the target.

                He was near the door, his back turned to them. But when he heard Chelsea and Willow enter, he turned around to look at them and threw the last dagger in his hand without really looking at the target next to the one he was shooting at because it had no daggers lodged into it. It hit perfect.

                He gave Willow a single glance, then looked Chelsea. "Where's the rest of them?"

                Chelsea shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the bow and arrows hanging on one of the walls, leaving Willow hovering awkwardly in the doorway. "What are we doing anyway?" Chelsea said, grabbing a silver bow and examining it closely. "Is this one new?" She asked Michael, referring to the weapon in her hand.