Chapter 38

I spent the entire week just familiarizing myself with Drake, Justin, and Mitchell. I even got on friendly terms with Miranda, the witch. I learned a lot from her, based on house running and kitchen affairs. I thought I could cook, but being with her in the kitchen was an adventure on its own. With every little time I got, I practiced as hard as I could. Drake was very curious at first about my being extra attentive to anything and everything. I had already made a decision to keep it from him until one annoying night.

I had a nightmare. I guess it was the tension of having to face my teacher once more, but this time to the death, probably.

In my dream, I seemed to be the only one standing, covered in blood. I was sure the blood wasn’t just mine. I was looking very weak. My teacher, standing some meters from me, taunting me.

“Come on, don’t be a weakling. At least, fight to die with honor,” he said to me and then slashed at me with a sharp-looking sword.

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