Chapter 33
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A week passed. We let the issue subside and live like normal Vortans.
Being a powerless Chosen, I didn't have a classife and so as Damon. We were like the outcast of the campus but we never really cared. We were trained by Diante anyway.
He gave us special lessons and mind you, he never teach. That's why we feel very honored to be guided by one of the most influential god in Spheria. Not to mention that his teaching method is extremely cool.
"Hold it tightly, dear."
I copied his hand position. I pouted while trying to balance myself in the rope as I hold the stick firmly. Yes, apparently, I've been doing stunts here like a circus entertainer. Unlike the others, I don't have a gift to enhance and so he's focusing on enhancing my other talents.
And being a waitress for two years, holding a tray full of drinks and treats is my talent. I can even flip a bottle of wine upside down without breaking it. But walking on a rope is a complete different story.
"Oh no!" I closed my eyes and waited for my body to land on the dirt.
"Careful baby.." he whispers. I opened my eyes to see no other than my man. He caught me again as always.
"Ehem!" Diante coughed in a fake manner. We smiled and pulled away from each other. "Young people are sure healthy," he murmurs, enough for us to hear it. We chuckled.
"I really don't think balance is my thing," I yielded. Diante arched an eyebrow. He kneeled on the grass and sit. He looked at me. There's a hint of disapproval in his face I knew immediately that he's going to shower me with his affirmations.
"I'm serious, Diante. Like I know that I worked as a waitress and my palm have touched countless trays already but walking on a rope is not a piece of cake."
Damon snaked his hand on my waist. He squeeze me softly.
"Just because you're not good at it doesn't mean you're not meant for it," the god says. He released a deep sigh and throw the rock he seen on the ground. "Do you think that rock is meant to be thrown?" he asked.
"Uhmm... No?"
"Did you see me throw it?"
"Yes."
"Exactly. The rock isn't ready but I still throw it. Life is full of unexpected knots and turns. You have to be ready. Always."
My lips pursed. He's right. I should have thought that through.
"I'm sorry. I'll keep that in mind. Should we start over?" I smiled, full of enthusiasm and motivation. Diante knows how to keep me going. I like how he trains us and gives us advices at the same time. He's a total package.
I'm so glad we get to have him as our mentor.
"Actually, you should go back to the castle. It's almost lunch. I'm so hungry I could eat you two," he joked. We chuckled and nodded. "I'll see you two later." That's the last thing he says before disappearing.
We're practicing in the wide fields of the castle. Nobody's here except for us. A perfect training ground for me and Damon. He can transform himself to a dragon anytime he wants.
"My back hurts," I said cutely. Trying to get his attention. He worriedly massaged my back and kissed the tip of my nose.
"Should I massage you?" he asked sweetly. I give him a playful smirk.
"That's the best you can do?" I asked dangerously. He blinked his eyes multiple times before smiling like an idiot. I'm glad he finally realized that I'm flirting with him.
"Oh you don't want to dare me with those dirty words of yours honey. I can make you scream my name nonstop," he replied. I hysterically laughed and pinched his soft cheeks. He wouldn't really let me flirt with him without reacting.
Scattered Chosens greeted us as soon as we entered the main hall. They're all busy talking with each other while looking at something. "What's going on?" I asked him. Damon take his eyes off me and look at the busy crowd.
Since he's taller he could see what they're gossiping about. They're circling something and I couldn't see it. Bless my height. I looked at Damon and his face turned pale. My heart pounded in an instant. What is wrong?
"Baby?" I called, reaching his corded arm on my waist.
He looked down at me. "It's Hlaford's bludgeon."
"What?!"
I did not waste any second and marched towards the crowd. I shove them away with all my strength. "Excuse me!" I squealed. My jaw dropped on the floor when I saw the broken bludgeon.
Holy shit.
Who would do this?
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We found ourselves seated in front of Hlaford. I can't help it but feel unworthy of his trust. We promised to help him find his bludgeon. We promised. But we failed him. And now it's broken. I should have been more vigilant. Why I didn't think of it. The culprit can break it. How stupid of me.
"Hey..." Damon whispers. He lifted my chin and give me a comforting smile. "It's okay."
"No, it's not."
"Baby..."
"Damon is right. It's alright, Golden."
Astounded, I looked at Hlaford with wide eyes. I think I heard him wrong? Did he say it's fine? or I'm hallucinating? He just broke his bludgeon. It's not just a stick that he used to walk around.
It's a powerful tool. A part of him.
He gave me a warm smile and lay the two broken bludgeon on his table. It was divided in two. Seemed like the menace had broken it using his own strong knee.
He's that strong?
"I can repair this." His words are like music to my ears. He lifted his hand a yellow ray of light came out. The bludgeon automatically reconnected to each other.
Wow.
I was so freaking worried for nothing. But still... We still failed him. He was expecting us to bring it back to him in one piece but...
"I knew this would happen. The culprit will break it to damage the spell. But what I couldn't understand is... Why would he give it back?"
My lips parted. I couldn't think of any reason. Yeah? Why would he give it back if he had broken it completely already? What if we could trace him using the bludgeon he had stolen? What was the point?
"Maybe he put a spell? Something that could benefit him," Damon answered.
"But the bludgeon only obeys the owner. It wouldn't accept such chants," I contradicted. Thanks to Diante. He told us that while Damon is busy controlling his steaming issue.
I was about to say something when the door opens harshly. A scared face of a female Chosen greeted us. She's sweating like she ran here in a hurry.
"God Hlaford!" she exclaims. Her hands are trembling.
I glanced at Damon and the look on his face is unexplainable.
"God Gaviel's bludgeon is missing!"
