10. Do You Mean Exercise?
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On my third day in the underworld, I woke up as early as daybreak. Through the window, the sun was shining gently and the birds from the forest up ahead had just started to sing. To anyone else, it was an ordinary day, but to me, it was the day I did 'it'. I rose with a goal, a goal that I was determined to achieve, a goal that I took far more serious than any other. It may take a lot of energy, will and patience, but I will pull it off...I mean it.
...I will, by all means, stop myself from getting arosed.
Delari has been tormenting me these past few days. She acts all innocent and shy but she's a witch underneath. All she enjoys doing is bewitching me with her touch and ensnaring me under her thumb. I can't take it anymore...her occasional light touches, her breath against my skin that causes my hair to bristle...it's all torture.
But I will not succumb...not again.
And believe it or not, that was the same exact thing I said yesterday.
...and the day before that.
Now do you see my calamity?
I slid off the bed in a groggily state and instinctively, my feet headed for the door. The scent that came from the kitchen every morning was delightfully successful in making me feel hungry the moment I wake up. Despite the disgusting ingredients, Wardrock always makes some nice food for me personally. Damn life is sweeeeet!
I padded down the stairs, my fingers sluggishly raking through my ruffled hair as I yawned. I turned left to head for the dining room when low chatter infiltrated my ears. Slowing my feet, I attached myself to the wall like a lizard and strained my ears to listen.
"...King lucifer doesn't know that." The deep voice of Gylador resounded.
Ohhh they're gossiping about me.
"He's good with a gun, Gylador. He's even much better than me." That was definitely Sapheme's voice. Remind me to thank her for the boost of ego.
"Knowing how to shoot guns can't do much."
Excuse me...So what if it can't do much? The fact still remains that I'm a pro with it. Give me some props, you big ball of stone!
"I know, but I wanted him to get accustomed to being here before we started his training."
Train? Me? Is exercise what they're calling training? I almost snorted. They're doomed because I can't even last five push-ups. And I'm being completely serious.
"We don't have much time, he needs to start training now. You can't keep letting him play games everyday."
I frowned. Yes, I've been playing games nonstop, well one game in particular, but that's justified because shooting a gun approximately one hundred times a day, is hard work and plus, it's very good exercise for both my brain and my index finger. What more do they want from me?
I removed my hands and ears that was pressed against the wall and slowly shuffled into the dining room where they stood. Sapheme was facing my way so she was the first to spot me.
"Sire," she acknowledged my presence, making Gylador spin around. Though they had been caught talking s**t about me, Sapheme was the only one who seemed like a person who was caught red handed. Gylador could be compared to a robot, there's absolutely nothing that can faze him.
With my hand behind my back, I walked forward, cutting between them and making my way over to the table. "You've been talking about me," I said, turning the chair to face them before sitting down. "So I'm suppose to be training, huh? Is that normally what a king does everyday?"
"No but you are a different case."
That was equal to a slap to the face. He was practically telling me that I'm the feeblest of all.. Though it might be true that a single poke of a finger could snap my bones, I'm nowhere near feeble. I'm just a little too human and that's it.
"I guess I could try doing a few exercises." I shrugged casually, whilst giving Gyaldor the death glare. "I can't possibly stay as the only midget-looking being here. I'd be looked down at."
"No one would dare, Sire." Gylador defended.
I snorted. "FYI, you just did. You said and I quote 'knowing how to shoot guns can't do much'...You're talking like I'm about to fight an army."
Sapheme tensed, looking to Gylador anxiously. In response, Gyaldor nodded his head. It was as if they were speaking in their minds. There was definitely something suspicious going on, but I'm not sure if I want to find out what it is.
Sapheme spoke up. "Sire, Gylador has preposed that we train you a little before letting your subjects know of your existence. Are you willing?"
I rolled my eyes, "I did say I could try a few things. But anything too hard and I'm out."
"I will try to keep it as easy as possible."
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As soon as I dropped my fork, Gylador, moved forward. "Let's head to the training room."
I literally just ate!
Sighing, I drew out of my seat, my eyes begrudgingly boring holes into the side of Gylador's face. "Lead the way."
I followed him down the hall with Sapheme trailing behind us like a lost puppy. I slowed down so I could fall into step with her.
"He's gonna give me some really hard stuff to do, right? I have a feeling." I whispered, leaning over to her.
If you hadn't realized, I've gotten a little bit more acquainted with her than the others. I suppose we've become good friends, so I don't really worry about our proximity anymore. Whenever I'm in the mood, we compete with each other, seeing who can get the most wins in the shooting game. That and eating is mostly what my days entails of. Surprisingly, it's not too boring...yet.
"Yeah." She answered truthfully.
I raked a hand through my hair. "That devil!"
"We're here."
I straightened up and looked away from Sapheme to see Gylador holding the door for me. I sped up a little as a tinge of excitement roused within me but as soon as I stepped in, I was greeted by rows upon rows of weapons stacked up on the right side of the room. The room was large, but most of it was void of anything, probably reserved for something. The walls enclosing it was different from the rest, it was thicker, darker. And just straight up ahead there was a large, dark globe-like thing floating in the air as it swirled around.
"I think we've got the wrong room."
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