“Sorry?”
I took off the head gear as Lucian’s lips curved.
He was working on a tablet again and on the computer screen appeared all the dragons. They walked around each other, trampling one another.
What was this?
My eyes skidded over the boulders and everything around them, and I slowly realized that they stacked it in the same information as the obstacle blocks.
My eyes flickered from the blocks to the screen as it made sense. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Oh, yeah.” Lucian’s lips curved.
“You put that on, and whatever reflects on this screen is happening?”
“It is a simulator. It doesn’t really happen, but your mind makes it real.”
I put the headgear down. “No.” I walked out of the room.
“Come on, you are doing so well.”
“Not ready yet. Sorry,” I said as I walked past the obstacles back to the stairs.
Lucian’s laughter reached my ears as he closed the door and ran to catch up with me.
He was insane. I wasn’t ready by far to face any sort of beasty, whether real or some virtual one.
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Lucian followed me. He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and we went for a walk.
“You really learn all of it at Dragonia Academy?” I asked.
“All of what?”
“Well, the bonds, anatomy, spells, potions and fight club.”
He laughed. “You mean Art of War?”
“Fight Club, Art of War, it’s the same thing.”
He brushed his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, we do. Even more.”
“More than in more than what Dumphrey are trying to teach me?” I tried to make her scolding face.
Lucian thought it was hilarious. We reached the lake and sat down.
It was so peaceful here.
“So how are you doing, with all of this?”
“Getting there. A part of me feels I will never be ready, but hey, anything can happen in the next three months, right?”
He nodded as I focussed on the pod of swans gliding gracefully on the water.
“Blake says hi.”
My stomach twirled, and my heart clenched just hearing his name.
