After Lord Tybrius took his leave, I began to gather the items required to make the journey to Orene, a town about an hour's drive from NYC. If I was to fight and truly embrace my warrior side, I needed help, and the only person I could think of was Jenny, who ran a shop just on the edge of Orene, near the Shimila Mountains.
Jennifer was the fourth-generation owner of the store, and their family had been serving humans and supernatural beings for more than a hundred years. I had been frequenting Jenny's shop for the past 50 years, and during my time in Orene, had become very close with her mother and grandmother.
I pushed open the wooden gate.
"Vicku, Vicku!" the parrot at the door greeted me warmly.
"It's Vicky," I heard a familiar voice from the back of the store call out. “I've taug
