The next morning, I asked the Father for a training unity. I didn’t like my yesterday’s uncertainty before I had left the church. It had paralyzed me too much and I couldn’t do with that on my first hunt, which wasn’t a long way off. Father Michael had to help me luring out again the spirit of adventure and belligerence, which was sleeping inside of me. I practiced with bow and arrow to check whether I was still accurate. To my surprise, I hadn’t forgotten anything. Then the Father gave me my sword. At first, I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to hold it. After all, it was quite heavy. But when I closed my fingers around the handle, it felt like embracing an old friend I hadn’t seen for a long time. Memories of shared adventures came to my mind and I smiled. It was a good feeling. Father Michael competed against me. It felt good to overexert myself, but I felt him holding back. Apparently, he wanted to save me after I hadn’t trained for such a long time. I held back, too, though I really wanted to let off steam. But this was neither the right place nor the right time to do so. I didn’t want Father Michael to know how much the meeting with the reporter had hurt me.
A few days later, I felt the same old desire to go on patrol. The Father took me to the door. He was very tense and looked me up and down, worried. “Please be careful, Ada,” he urged me for the hundredth time, making my ears ringing.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yes, don’t worry, Michael. I’ll take care,” I said. I couldn’t understand why he was so worried. He had seen me practicing. I was good. On that score, nothing had changed.
“Please, be careful and avoid close combat. Only from the distance. Just like we discussed it, okay?”
I pulled a face, disappointed. Only from the distance? How boring. “I try to stick to it,” I said.
“Ada, please!” His voice sounded slightly hysterical.
“I’ll take care, Michael. Don’t worry,” I replied, giving him a kiss for appeasement. Quickly, I turned around. I closed the collar of my coat tighter and felt the armory I wore one last time. Determined, I opened the door and looked out into the darkness. A cool wind met me, sending shivers down my spine. “It’s a good night to kill monsters,” I said, quietly. I looked back at Father Michael one last time and knew that he had heard my whispered words as he was eyeing me skeptically and full of worries. He didn’t seem to trust my judgement.
“So what?” I thought. Here we go! I was back again. That was the only thing that mattered. I winked at Father Michael, grinning. Then I jumped into the dark world.