The Loving Curse - Part 6
Defeating task after task, Mirror gains her right as a spy.
Mirror had never been a big fan of athletic activities, even though she was very good at it. Now, in training on the arena, she was the only person not gasping for air after running only five miles. Her nose wrinkled in distain as she watched a man throw up. It was a wonder how all these people had gotten by on being pampered all of their lives. In a way she envied them, but she would never admit to it.
"Mirror," rang the captain's voice as he wandered over to her. "It seems as though we have a problem. They have put you with me and have expected me to help you through the basics, but you are in perfect shape. So, I want you to report to Lieutenant Nicholas's section. Xander can escort you over there."
Just as his name was projected out loud, a tall man approached them, waving goodbye at five girls who glared harshly at Mirror. At once Mirror understood this man. His alarming blue eyes that stared out beneath his medium length raven hair along with his perfect muscle toned body and signature cocky smirk that seemed to be engraved on his lips was all just a cover up. Mirror was almost certain he was much more superficial on the inside.
"Sure will, boss," he agreed, holding out his arm for Mirror as he gave her his award man whore smile.
Mirror gave him a cold look before turning her heel and walking towards the direction he had been facing, hoping it was the correct direction. It was for Xander caught up with her and said, "So if you know the way why am I showing you?"
Mirror did not reply but politely allowed him to take the lead. Seemingly annoyed and perplexed at the way she did not fall on her knees for him, he kept quiet as his puny mind tried to figure out what his pride would not allow it to. She was certain she was probably the only woman who had not thrown herself at him. Good, perhaps it would knock his pride down a few notches and he may be lucky enough to gain so humility.
Once they arrived at the lofty skeleton of a building, he stopped and nodded his head towards a training area where people were twirling all kinds of weapons. "There it is," he mumbled before leaving her alone.
Mirror turned to thank him but saw him flirting with yet another woman. So much for humility. With an exasperated mental sigh, she gave up on the man and wandered deeper into the wall-less building. No one turned to see her; they were far too busy training. When she made it to the front of the building, she found a hefty man fighting a much smaller man in an interesting and tense spar. The hefty man was the tallest person she had ever seen, standing at least 6'10, and he also had the largest muscles as well. The smaller man was just past her height of 5'11 and had a toned body but nothing compared to the larger man. The larger man stepped forward and swept a long wooden blade beneath the other man's feet, causing him to stumble. Knowing he had the upper hand, the bigger man took advantage and pressed on, moving his weapon against the other guys' chest. The smaller man fell back onto the floor and out of nowhere, pulled out a long spear and blocked the man's attempt to touch his chest. Mirror knew the smaller man had tricked him by allowing him to believe he had actually tripped him. In the end, the smaller man ended up towering over the larger, now disarmed, man in victory.
"That was not fair!" exclaimed the man on the floor as he began to stand and dust himself off. "You tricked me!"
The smaller man shook his head and held up his index finger then replied, "There are no rules in fighting, Dean."
Dean's anger was very close to bubbling over but he held his composer and bowed at the waist. The other man grinned and looked around at the others how had stopped their spars to watch his own. "Next time, my student, do not be so boisterous about your ability to beat your Lieutenant," he said before catching Mirror's eye. "May I help you?"
Mirror hated speaking, especially in front of a crowd of people whose eyes were now all trained on her. She had half a mind to shake her head and exit the room, but what would she do then? "I was sent hereby the captain in charge of basic."
"Too much for him were you?" he asked, no longer grinning. "Let's see what you got." Before she could reply he threw the wooden sword Dean had used at her.
Mirror caught it easily without taking her eyes off him. Never had she been too fund of using weapons especially since she used to have powers. Yellows had the ability of sight, like the Grays, but unlike them, they could also see the world in layers and to some degree they could manipulate the air. This could be an advantage if you intended to kill a mass group of people but the air was unstable by wind and taking a risk such as that could put yourself and others you love at risk. He swung the spear bluntly at her head, which she blocked with ease. After a few complicated techniques that he conjured up to try to catch her off guard, she began to grow bored. Yes, he was good, but he was holding back on her. Annoyed, she blocked once more but then swung her weapon upward, towards his chin, attempting to tempt his cool and collected composer. He was not caught off guard, in fact, he countered her attack with impossible speed and before she knew it she was somehow lying on the ground winded. He then raised his spear and aimed it directly over her heart and threw the weapons' apex down. Adreniline helped Mirror think and move but even then she knew she could not dodge his attack. So, at the last second she kicked up and repelled her body to the left. Her foot made contact with the weapon, sending it out of his grasp. Seeing he was unarmed, Mirror made a back flip, catching her feet perfectly underneath her. Then, she made it seem as though she was going to hit him with the blade but instead took him by surprise and doing another flip over his head, landing behind him, and then she swung her blade towards his neck but stop before it could touch him.
The Lieutenant stood perfectly still as Mirror held her blade at a faultless angle to his neck. He did not say a word but bowed and exited the building, leaving her standing alone with a circle of other soldiers staring at her as though she were a beast. Without a word she followed the path the man had taken out of the building and then went back towards the large castle where her quiet room awaited her. The quiet was like a long lost friend at times. It did not accuse her of past mistakes; it allowed her to think in peace without interruption. Mirror did not believe she would ever fit in, but it was difficult at times to feel this alone. Just as she closed in on the front doors, a voice stalled her feet.
"Mirror," the Lieutenant called.
In respect, she stopped and turned to be greeted by both him and another man who wore a lot of badges across his chest.
"This is Officer Bale, he is in charge of the entire Yellow army," he explained, making a motion to the man at his side. "I spoke with him and we both agreed that you should be our spy."
Mirror nodded with an enthused smile. Finally, something worth living for.
"Mirror," rang the captain's voice as he wandered over to her. "It seems as though we have a problem. They have put you with me and have expected me to help you through the basics, but you are in perfect shape. So, I want you to report to Lieutenant Nicholas's section. Xander can escort you over there."
Just as his name was projected out loud, a tall man approached them, waving goodbye at five girls who glared harshly at Mirror. At once Mirror understood this man. His alarming blue eyes that stared out beneath his medium length raven hair along with his perfect muscle toned body and signature cocky smirk that seemed to be engraved on his lips was all just a cover up. Mirror was almost certain he was much more superficial on the inside.
"Sure will, boss," he agreed, holding out his arm for Mirror as he gave her his award man whore smile.
Mirror gave him a cold look before turning her heel and walking towards the direction he had been facing, hoping it was the correct direction. It was for Xander caught up with her and said, "So if you know the way why am I showing you?"
Mirror did not reply but politely allowed him to take the lead. Seemingly annoyed and perplexed at the way she did not fall on her knees for him, he kept quiet as his puny mind tried to figure out what his pride would not allow it to. She was certain she was probably the only woman who had not thrown herself at him. Good, perhaps it would knock his pride down a few notches and he may be lucky enough to gain so humility.
Once they arrived at the lofty skeleton of a building, he stopped and nodded his head towards a training area where people were twirling all kinds of weapons. "There it is," he mumbled before leaving her alone.
Mirror turned to thank him but saw him flirting with yet another woman. So much for humility. With an exasperated mental sigh, she gave up on the man and wandered deeper into the wall-less building. No one turned to see her; they were far too busy training. When she made it to the front of the building, she found a hefty man fighting a much smaller man in an interesting and tense spar. The hefty man was the tallest person she had ever seen, standing at least 6'10, and he also had the largest muscles as well. The smaller man was just past her height of 5'11 and had a toned body but nothing compared to the larger man. The larger man stepped forward and swept a long wooden blade beneath the other man's feet, causing him to stumble. Knowing he had the upper hand, the bigger man took advantage and pressed on, moving his weapon against the other guys' chest. The smaller man fell back onto the floor and out of nowhere, pulled out a long spear and blocked the man's attempt to touch his chest. Mirror knew the smaller man had tricked him by allowing him to believe he had actually tripped him. In the end, the smaller man ended up towering over the larger, now disarmed, man in victory.
"That was not fair!" exclaimed the man on the floor as he began to stand and dust himself off. "You tricked me!"
The smaller man shook his head and held up his index finger then replied, "There are no rules in fighting, Dean."
Dean's anger was very close to bubbling over but he held his composer and bowed at the waist. The other man grinned and looked around at the others how had stopped their spars to watch his own. "Next time, my student, do not be so boisterous about your ability to beat your Lieutenant," he said before catching Mirror's eye. "May I help you?"
Mirror hated speaking, especially in front of a crowd of people whose eyes were now all trained on her. She had half a mind to shake her head and exit the room, but what would she do then? "I was sent hereby the captain in charge of basic."
"Too much for him were you?" he asked, no longer grinning. "Let's see what you got." Before she could reply he threw the wooden sword Dean had used at her.
Mirror caught it easily without taking her eyes off him. Never had she been too fund of using weapons especially since she used to have powers. Yellows had the ability of sight, like the Grays, but unlike them, they could also see the world in layers and to some degree they could manipulate the air. This could be an advantage if you intended to kill a mass group of people but the air was unstable by wind and taking a risk such as that could put yourself and others you love at risk. He swung the spear bluntly at her head, which she blocked with ease. After a few complicated techniques that he conjured up to try to catch her off guard, she began to grow bored. Yes, he was good, but he was holding back on her. Annoyed, she blocked once more but then swung her weapon upward, towards his chin, attempting to tempt his cool and collected composer. He was not caught off guard, in fact, he countered her attack with impossible speed and before she knew it she was somehow lying on the ground winded. He then raised his spear and aimed it directly over her heart and threw the weapons' apex down. Adreniline helped Mirror think and move but even then she knew she could not dodge his attack. So, at the last second she kicked up and repelled her body to the left. Her foot made contact with the weapon, sending it out of his grasp. Seeing he was unarmed, Mirror made a back flip, catching her feet perfectly underneath her. Then, she made it seem as though she was going to hit him with the blade but instead took him by surprise and doing another flip over his head, landing behind him, and then she swung her blade towards his neck but stop before it could touch him.
The Lieutenant stood perfectly still as Mirror held her blade at a faultless angle to his neck. He did not say a word but bowed and exited the building, leaving her standing alone with a circle of other soldiers staring at her as though she were a beast. Without a word she followed the path the man had taken out of the building and then went back towards the large castle where her quiet room awaited her. The quiet was like a long lost friend at times. It did not accuse her of past mistakes; it allowed her to think in peace without interruption. Mirror did not believe she would ever fit in, but it was difficult at times to feel this alone. Just as she closed in on the front doors, a voice stalled her feet.
"Mirror," the Lieutenant called.
In respect, she stopped and turned to be greeted by both him and another man who wore a lot of badges across his chest.
"This is Officer Bale, he is in charge of the entire Yellow army," he explained, making a motion to the man at his side. "I spoke with him and we both agreed that you should be our spy."
Mirror nodded with an enthused smile. Finally, something worth living for.
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