The night was uneventful as far as Brisa could tell. She slept like a rock. With a warm comforter, the fresh air, and fanned wind, she only could sleep this well in her apartment back in South Coast. As she woke to the soft music of an alarm clock, she was certain she was in her apartment. Her comforter, her fan, everything she owned was in its place. The events of the last few weeks were dismissed as a weird, vivid, escalating dream until she spotted the missing window… and her armor piled in the corner.
What is going on here.
Looking around with this new revelation, she noted the walls and furniture changing. The wild bright assorted colors and weird decorations she associated with the Casting and Kin-Po school returned. At the same time, the alarm clock’s music became more and more annoying until it sounded like a random series of beeps.
Enchants. They are everywhere.
She made her way to the showers and prepared for another lesson. In mirrors, she saw a stronger face and body than she was used to. The fact that it was also much easier to move testified that she was getting stronger. Perhaps the enchants on her armor were having a permanent effect.
She made her way out of the lower floors and met again with Vangie who was already prepared and waiting with her bubbly smile.
“Ready to continue your training?” she asked. Her hair was bright pink as she clapped and smiled.
“Sure,” Brisa said, unable to share in her excitement. She was being ripped off. She knew it, but she needed rest and didn’t have enough money or defensive skills. She had to sleep in a safe place and the terms of her night rest “discount” demanded that she continue her training the next day. It didn’t matter what she learned as long as she completed a lesson.
Whatever she learned, it had to be fast. For all she knew, Jaquan was already in Bear Gate. That city was known to be large and confusing. She’d have to start the search from scratch.
Why did I leave. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get to me. Should have followed along with Jaquan. Hmm… lesson learned I guess.
The past was in the past. She could only work with what was in front of her at the moment. Right now, a lesson as good as any other was waiting to be finished. She conceded a sigh and said, “What do you have planned?”
“Well,” Vangie started, “What are your other Talent Sets?”
“I went to the Sword Master school not that long ago.”
“So, you only have two. Would you like to learn Casting as well?”
“Sure. Is it useful?”
Vangie’s eye’s widened and her hair turned to a bright color in the blue and green family. They were near the entrance so the main desk was nearby. She picked up a pencil making and held it out in a stiff motion. Her expression told Brisa that she had a lot to learn, but was going to learn something soon.
Vangie pointed to a chair behind the desk and motioned Brisa out of the way. In a quick throwing action she sent a ghostly blue pencil speeding into the chair. The ghostly item stuck there a few seconds. When it would have fallen out of place, it disappeared instead. Brisa watched this short demonstration. Her mouth opened slowly as she noticed that the pencil was still in Vangie’s hand.
It wasn’t a trick. There was a definite hole in the chair where the ghost pencil had been.
Giving Brisa ample time to see what had happened, Vangie repeated the action never having let go of the pencil. She then sent a flurry of ghost pencils with what looked like a dance of death. By the time she was done, the chair was riddled with holes and the bright glow of dozens of ghost pencils.
As they slowly vanished Vangie added, “It works with bullets too, but I don’t use guns.”
That could be useful.