Just as Raphael had planned, I discreetly started to prepare for the fight that was going to happen in a week's time. I trained whenever there weren't guards who were looking at me and watching me like a hawk, but when they are there I just lay on the floor and act all weak. Despite my clean outward appearance, they still believed I was weak. I tried not to fight back when they threw punches and kicks my way. In a way, I could think of this as a part of the training. Endurance training.
Raphael came in more frequently than I had expected and he just kept giving me the potion the witches made for them. A part of me still can't believe such things exist. I see them happening, but it hasn't fully sunk in I guess.
I have managed to keep track of time thanks to Raphael. I know that I have t
