A proper warrior? Is this guy for real? I came here for some peace and quiet. Getting control of my powers and training to defend myself is just a bonus. I never signed up for a sword fight but I'm here either way. I don't think he knows what I've been through before coming. My life changed in matters of days and I haven't really dealt with it. I've thought about it so many times but I haven't fully grasp the new reality I'm tangled in, but I'm trying my best to adjust and adapt.

Words like weak, pathetic, worthless, miserable get to me. Even though I know they're right and I'm all those things. I know it. George and his merry band of bad guys knows too, and now this old man...

I get up from the ground with sigh. I wipe the sand of my body and glare at him. "I'm letting this go this one time because I want to learn from you and I know I can truly learn," I warn and continue "I told you that I didn't bring a sword and I meant it. I held it once and it fucking disappeared. Don't know where it went. I–" He cut me off.

He shakes his head. "The Elsword is inside you, has been the moment it bonded with you. It comes out whenever you summon it, you might not summon it knowingly but you do," he sounds really pissed.

I don't understand the symbiotic relationship I share with the sword. I don't even want a sword especially the one they call the sword death. And what does he mean about it being inside me?

"We'll go again."

****

We'll go again, he said.

After three hour of trying to get the sword out and nothing, I give up with the old man shaking his head at me. I don't care that he doesn't approve of me backing out but I already told him the sword isn't with me and he chose not to believe me. Making today's session a complete waste of our time. I expect him to dismiss me with something meaningful except he wants to continue tomorrow.

I'm hungry, having not eating since yesterday morning and with the hours I put in training. My whole body is sword from turning around of the flat foam they put together for me and call bed. And I've had to defend myself one way or the other from his sword. I asked to train with another sword until I can get the Elsword to appear again but he refused.

I leave the battle ground and find the dining hall. It's a hall all right, nothing like any cafeteria I've ever seen. It's a large hall with five long table that each joins at the end, forming a pentagon. The ceiling is impressive and beautiful with the decorations, it's glass like design that makes the sky visible and the wall is filled with glowing lantern. Each side of the room is a long table with people behind it serving food. The place is filled with people but it's so silent except from the sound of silverware. Everyone is minding their own business. I do a quick scan, searching for Damian but I don't see him anyway. I can't believe he left me alone to fend for myself. Shouldn't he be here to make sure I'm okay?

I walk to the other side of the room to get my food, I stop in front of a woman in a white robe that doesn't scream I'm a chef.  Although, looking at her, I think she'd rather be anywhere else. My eyes scans what's in front of her but before I get the chance to say anything, she passes me a bowl of chicken soup.

I shake my head and say. "I'm a vegetarian." I haven't been a vegetarian since my dad and I went on this green only diet and stopped when I realize I can't live with my meats. I lied to this woman because I don't trust the meat they serve here. I haven't explored and I don't know what's on this island.

She looks like she understands what I said but says, "Vegeta... Sorry my english," She says in an accent I don't recognize.

I nod my head. "It's okay, I don't eat meat or chicken." I inform her.

She nods her head and takes the chicken bowl away from me replacing it with a fish barbeque. Argh great! Fish.

"I don't want fi–" I cut myself off when I notice her facial expression. She looks sad like she did something wrong. "You know what? I love it. Fish barbeque are my favorite." I lie and take the tray away from her, I don't even bother collecting the mashed potatoes she offers me.

I drop the tray on the nearest table and walk out of the room. I should try and find a way to escape this place but there is no use. I don't know where this place is and I don't think I can get a bus ride to town. And it's like I have anywhere else to go.

Training is done and I'm hungry as hell. So what do I do? I go exploring. I find my way to the swamp.

I hear a twig behind me. I stop walking and look around. I see nothing. Shrugging thinking it's nothing. Not taking two step forward, I hear a movement, I stop walk and tilt my head to the side, nothing. Maybe it's the island animals. I turn to my front but a fist connect with my face.

What the–

Staggering back, I find my footing and open my eyes which I am sure are swollen now to see Lady Treta standing in front of me with her sword pointed to my neck.

"What is the meaning of this, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand in a harsh tone, and I'm seconds away from crying. A blow to my eye that I wasn't prepared for hurts like what the fuck?

She smirks, the stupid black lipstick makes her look even more evil. "I saw your training with Master Yu. He was being too easy on you. I won't make that mistake," she informs me.

With my right hand covering my face, I manage to reply to her. "I remember him telling you that he is in charge of me and not you, he specifically told you that," I remind her.

She laughs, her laughter sounds evil. It makes me remember my sixth grade literature teacher and not in a good way.

"Plan's have changed now," she smirks and aims her sword at me, I bend myself to the side, avoiding the sword totally.

"Listen lady, I don't know what's going on here but please leave me alone, I'm stressed," I warn before things go sideways. "Just because your name translates trouble doesn't mean you have to Treta me," I deliberately mention that.

She frowns. "How dare you make fun of me?" Not a question for me though.

I shrug. "Seems fitting giving the circumstances, you want to fight me? Fine!"

I promised myself never to utter those words again and I'm about to break that promise. "Lurytendra Azar Bycom"

I expect all hell to break loose but nothing is happening.

I chuckle nervously as I look at Treta, she's eyeing me suspiciously. "Wait a minute," I tell her using my hand to stop her from moving closer.

Please I beg you, do something. Anything. Shoot blast or anything, just fuck–

I snap out of my thoughts as Treta suddenly charges at me. I don't know how it happened, I can't explain it. The Elsword is in my hand. It appears just in time to stop her from cutting me in half, the sword makes a clanking sound as soon as her sword hits mine causing it to create a power surge around us.

The energy from the surge pushes me away from her. I wince as my back connects with a tree, my body falls into the mud and see the Elsword disappear.

Good timing, Elsword.

I hear footsteps. "I am a much better swordswoman but I'll say this, The Elsword is far better than mine, I will kill you and take that blade off your corpse." She promises.

"I'd like to see you try," a familiar voice chirps just as I was to give a savage reply of my own.

Damian stands in front of me in all black. "Mind if I cut in, Treta?" There is something about his tone that makes him sound dangerous.

Lady Treta stops and shivers in— do I sense fear? "No need for that," she bows and turns to walk away.

What the hell? Fucking coward.

"You are training with me from now on. Are you okay?" Damian asks and offers me his hands.

I push his hand away and glare at him. "Just get away from me, stay the hell away from me!" I snap and stand up. I'm not done yelling. "Why did you tell the old man about me bonding with The Elsword? I didn't bond with the thing. I touched it once and it disappeared."

"Until it appeared again today," he replies, cocking his eyebrows.

"Yeah when Treta was about to kill me. Answer this question Damian, is my grandmother the queen still alive?"

"El still breathe." He answers.

"There's only one of the sword, correct?"

"Yes." He frowning, wondering where I'm going with this.

"And it's hers?"

"Yes."

"It already bonded with her?"

"Yes."

"So why would it bond with me if it's hers?" I ask because it's like I'm the only person giving this a serious thought.

"I can't answer that question but you're right, the sword isn't in your body."

"Really? Now I'm right. You are fucking confusing me, messing with my fucking mind. Tell me what's going on?" I demand. God I've never met anyone like him. He doesn't talk much when he he does, he says things in half, not giving out leaving me questioning everything else.

"You bonded with the sword but it returned to it owner after you did. The Elsword only heed your call when it's owner allows it." He explains and it kind of makes sense.

"You think she's watching?"

"You called to her, Camille. You mentioned her and her dragon's name. She heard you in trouble and sent the sword to help you."

Right.

"How nice of her. Why did you lie to the old man then? You told him the sword is inside me."

"I didn't know. I thought it was."

"Okay you can fuck off now."

He rolls his eyes and scoops me up in his arms. "If you are done throwing a tantrum, I'd like to take you somewhere."

I roll my eyes. "I don't want to go anywhere with you," I state as I get myself comfy in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I heard you skipped breakfast and lunch."

Food.