Chapter 4: Little Warrior

The room was bleeding with sweat, the air was thick almost impossible to breath in. But in the thick of it she stood. Swinging her body through the air like an acrobat. Each movement more precise than the last.

“GO” she screamed as five small daggers flung from her hand.

Each one colliding with the wood plate etched into the wall with a loud smack. She landed on the ground as if the gravity of the room was gently pulling her down. Sweat falling heavily from her perfectly figured face. You could see it on her face, sleep had not found her in days. The bags cradling her eyes, the deep tone of her breath.

“Damn it” she whispered under her breath.

Slowly she withered down to the ground, still breathing heavily but more steady than before. Her fist collided with the ground with a force strong enough to crack the marble setting. Strands of wet silver pasted to her cheeks and forehead, while a perfectly crafted ponytail hung over her shoulder. Suddenly her body began to shake. A small noise crept from her mouth like a child learning to speak for the first time.

“Are you seriously crying during training” a deep voice asked curiously

Bella quickly averted her gaze upward.

“Who’s there” she asked. “Stop hiding in the dark and come out”.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me” the voice sounded hurt. “I haven’t been gone that long”.

The voice quickly took shape. He was fairly tall, silver wrapped his head in short curls. Curls that hung down the nape of his neck, just above his shoulders. He wasn’t muscular, but it was obvious that he had strength. Slim arms masked in a grey long sleeve shirt. Long legs covered in black pants and boots. He was beautiful, much like everyone else in this place. His cool purple eyes made you feel like you were looking into the bottle of a potion and they fixed directly on an exhausted Bella. He smiled as he held out his hand.

“Well, are you gonna just stare at me, or aren’t you gonna welcome me home” he asked jokingly.

Bella’s eyes were lit like stars. Everything she had been feeling before then had vanished. The fear, the sadness, the exhaustion, everything. None of it mattered, her brother was home at last. She jumped into his slender arms and latched onto him tightly. Tears streaming down her face like rain on window, slowly and beautifully.

“Whoa” he playfully yelled.

“I can’t believe you’re home Jace” she muffled out through a wave a tears. She hugged him tighter.

Jace smiled softly as he rubbed his little sisters’ head. Nimble hands running through a ocean of soft silver.

“Yeah” he said softy, resting his chin on her head. “I’m home little warrior”

©Jawan Herron


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