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Chapter 14

I woke up around 5:00. A great time to start my everyday training. I changed into a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Nobody would be out and about until 12:00, at least.

I jogged down the stairs, and when I got outside I went the same route that I had gone on my last run.

I ran farther, and longer than I had the first time as it was the weekend. Iris said that school worked the same here, where you had five days of school, and two days off.

When I got back to the Academy I went to the dining hall. I peaked my head in, and nobody was in there. There was still a small snack bar open, but nobody was there. I stepped in and went to grab a water bottle.

I chugged it, and made my way to the gym. Storm said that Gym 2 had several punching bags, and mats. I made my way toward the general direction that Storm had pointed when he had told me.

I eventually found it after lots of wondering. There was a clock across from the door. It was 7:00. I spotted the punching bags. I didn’t have wraps or gloves, so I was going to have to go barehand. Not that I minded. I had gotten into plenty of fights at school.

I got in position and started punching. I wasn’t really going for technique. I just needed to let some steam off. This is how I dealt with my emotions. I didn’t cry it out or talk it out. I punched it out. Or played it out. It usually had something to do with activity.

I was in there for hours, punching kicking, running, anything to get the emotions out. Then I heard the gym door slam behind me. I turned around fast, getting into a fighting stance and I spotted a smartly dressed women standing at the door. She had dark brown, almost black, hair, crystal blue eyes, and a suit, not with pants but a pencil skirt.

“Who are you?” I asked, still not getting out of my fighting stance.

“Hello, Blaze,” even her voice sounded regal. “My name is Amelia Astor, and I am the Head of the Council. Headmaster Azalea called me here, saying that he had found another of the Chosen, specifically the Ignisa. I was a bit skeptical when he told me, but now I can see that what he said was real. You have an uncanny resemblance to your biological parents.”

“You know my parents?” I asked, now the skeptical one.

“Yes,” she said. I could see a hidden sadness in her eyes. “They disappeared years ago, and we haven’t seen them since. Your mother, Feira , was my best friend.”

“Well…” I trailed off, “What do you want with me?”

“I want you to train,” she answered, strolling closer to me. “I want you to become the best warrior anyone has ever seen. I want you to master your abilities. I want you to defeat the Darkness that is taking over this universe, and the million other universes. And I want you to make friends. That’s all I ask.”

“That’s all?” I ask, super annoyed that the hardest thing for me was making friends. Not being a warrior or defeating the Darkness or even mastering my abilities. It was making friends. God, I was so pathetic.

“Yes,” she said. “And I want you to get good grades here.”

“That’s all?” I asked again. “You want me to train, become the greatest warrior ever, at 17, you want me to master my abilities, make friends, and get good grades? Yeah, cause that’s the easiest thing in the world for a 17 year old girl who just came into a whole different universe? The only reason why I’m still here is for Isabelle, Ezra, and Mya, and I’m pretty sure everyone who knew where I was before I came here knows that. So go fuck yourself and get out of my face!”

I turned around, back to the punching bag, and started punching with a vengeance. I heard her sigh behind me, and start walking towards me. I continued punching.

She reached up to touch my shoulder, and I spun around, grabbing her wrist inches away from me.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I gritted my teeth. “And don’t. Test. Me. Get out.”

I let go of her wrist and she looked at me disappointed. She backed up a step, and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Well, uh,” she adjusted her posture, and facial expression. “The rest of the Council want to meet you, so maybe you could join me after you change. Maybe something more conservative, so that nobody looks at your scars.”

I stiffened. I had forgotten I was wearing my sports bra, and that my scars were on full display. She turned, a knowing look on her face, and walked out of the room. When she left I waited a few more minutes before I headed out, trying to rush through the halls since it had to be at least noon. I saw no one won my way to my room, luckily.

Once I was in my room I hurriedly changed into tights, and a t-shirt. I was sure that she wanted me to wear my formal uniform instead of the ones meant for gym.

I left, and went to the main hall, assuming that the Council was still at the main entrance. When I did get there I immediately saw smartly dressed people crowding the main room. They didn’t notice me until I got closer, and then all eyes were on me. I didn’t like it, but I kept an impassive look on, my face.

Most of their eyes widened when they saw me. They probably weren’t expecting a young girl with crazy red hair, bloody knuckles, and wearing the most informal thing that I could grab at the time. There were twelve Council members in total, including Amelia.

“Hello Blaze,” I heard Amelia say. “This is Councilman Mordecai Gregori,” she nods towards a dark-eyed, salt and pepper haired man. “Councilman Azrael Stormglide,” a dark blue-eyed, light haired man. “Councilman Helios Flamebrook,” a amber-eyed ginger haired man. And she went on and on. The only person that really caught my eye was a woman named Ambrose Shadowseeker. She had weird light gray eyes and almost white hair. She didn’t seem evil or anything she just had an odd vibe about her.

Once Amelia was she asked me some questions, like how my grades were, how my training was, that sort of thing. Most of the Council were surprised at most of my answers. Then they asked about my bloody knuckles.

The one named Azrael Stormglide asked, “Why are your knuckles bloody?”

“I was training, and I didn’t have any gloves, so I decided to go barehanded,” I answered. “Lucky for me before I came here I was interested in martial arts. Last time I got into a fight in that universe I put them in a coma. So if anyone dares to touch me you should be ready. Understand?”

Most of them gulped in fear.

“I’m going to my room, and if any of you have any questions, keep them to yourselves,” I said. “I don’t have time for them.”

With that said I smirked, and walked out of the room.

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