I doubted this guy knew what he was.
30
ELENA
For the rest of the month, I trained with Devon. I was becoming stronger and faster. The klutz had disappeared as my balance heightened.
I climbed to the top of the rope faster each day and even moved with some weapons like the sai and nun-chucks fluently. They didn’t slam against my body like they used to in the beginning. My body still needed an Epsom salt bath twice a week to relieve my muscles from any soreness and Ben still came to heal a bruised eye or a banged up lip, but I was getting better. I felt high at the end of the month, ready to face the beast, only to get chucked on the ground when my second trainer showed up. I summed her up pretty wrong as she was as tall as me, had carnival red hair with brown eyes. Her lips were full, and her body sturdily built.
I didn’t know what she was going to teach me, as she didn’t move as fast as Devon.
“Bear, this is Mia. She is actually your Art of War Professor at Dragonia.”
She reached out her hand for me to shake. I grasped it tight. “It’s nice meeting you, princess. So you are going to tame the big guy, huh?”
“Big guy?” My gaze flickered from Mia to Dad.
She laughed. “It’s what we call him.”
The Rubicon couldn’t be at Dragonia. He wasn’t old enough yet, but then again, he was the Rubicon. He could start his training at an early age.
“I guess it all depends on how well I’m going to get, Professor.”
“Call me Mia.”
“Then please call me Elena.”
Dad and Mia laughed. “I see our beloved Prince of Tith is rubbing off on you, Elena.”
We started our training immediately and my back ached with the amount of times she threw me onto the mat or had me in some sort of death grip.
I would never judge a book by its cover again.
She was super friendly, though, and giggled every time she reached out her hand and helped me up.
The next few weeks, she taught me how to get out of her grips. It was weird how she started her training with defending myself, getting out of the grips and not teaching me the grips.
We spoke a lot about the Rubicon too. He didn’t have one weakness. That wasn’t great news, but there was a tiny smile lingering on the corner of her lips.
“Well, maybe he has one.”
She got up, and I followed. “Which is?”
“It won’t help you.”
“Don’t be like that? I need all the help I can get.”
She chuckled. “This one will not do you any good, so forget that I said it, okay?”
“Fine, be that way.” I sighed, and we carried on training.
During my classes, I still struggled with potions and spells. Science became easier, but I struggled with the magic stuff as I didn’t know the language yet. It was so difficult to learn.
I learned a lot about the anatomy of all the dragons, too.
The Night-Villain was an acid breather. They loved swamps, and they smelled like rotten food. I could only imagine. They were scaly and devious. How had my dad claimed one without an ability?
The Moon-Bolt predicted futures, but there weren’t any that could predict my blood line’s future. Except the dragon on the other side and Fox, who was now dead. They were also amazing trackers and lightning breathers.
