Training

 

Seven years have now passed. Zen was now fourteen years old. Silest was now eleven years old. Both Flarth and I have just turned seven years old last week.

Zen showed quite clearly that he hated me as the years passed. Silest and Flarth assured me that he didn’t mean what he said to me, but I didn’t believe them. He meant every single word.

Zen and I were sparring outside the castle that luminous day. Zekoru and Mega Flare watched us. They did not trust my older brother at all when he was around me. Especially when he was holding a weapon.

I used my mage staff while Zenith used his bow and thunder arrows.

“Think you can beat me, kid?” He asks me as he puts an arrow on his bow.

“No problem,” I say with poise. I may be half my brother’s height, but I was strong with my magic and physical strength. “Size does not matter, Zenith, remember that.”

I run at him with my mage staff pointing forward. I swing my staff vertically at Zen. He dodges to the right and fires an arrow at. Electricity begins to surge from the single arrow. I turn to face it and instantly grab it with my free hand. The electricity from the arrow shocks me a bit and I wince.

Suddenly, I begin to glow in a gold color. The energy from the electricity gets absorbed in the palm of my hand that held the arrow. I look over at Zenith. I smirk. He sneers. I drop the arrow then raised my right hand and faced it right at him.

“Reflect,” I say calmly as I fire a bolt of lightning at him ten times stronger than the one he had shot at me.

Zen’s eyes dilate. The bolt hits him head on. He yells in pain as the overpowering spell shocks him. After a few seconds, he finally falls limply, face first. He growls weakly as he lifts his head up to look at me. I return to my normal state.

“Your…just lucky, Travallian,” he manages to say then passed out.

I walk over to him and frown. Mega Flare and Zekoru both walk over to us. Flare pats me on the back with his large claw and guffaws.

“Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.”

“Thanks.”

Zekoru kneels next to Zenith and pokes him slightly. He doesn’t respond. Zek gives him a hard hit on the head. He still doesn’t respond. Zek gets up and scratches the back of his head.

“You’re pretty strong for a kid, Travallian.”

At this time, my father walks into the training area and sees his eldest son, lying on the ground. He heads toward us and chuckles.

“Travallian, remember. You’re not supposed to nail your brother like that. His pride is bruised enough.”

“Pfft,” I roll my eyes. “I expected more from him.”

My father rubs my hair and smiles. “You’re just gifted, my son. Don’t expect others to be as strong as you.”

I let out a snort. “Are you kidding me, father?”

“No. I am not,” he replies as he takes out a phoenix feather from one of his pockets. He places it on Zen then casts cure on it. The phoenix down sparkles and begins to flash.

Zenith instantly opens his eyes then gets up. He looked at my father then at me.

“Father,” he said as he looked down at the ground sighed sadly.

“Hmm…” My father smirks. A look of sincerity appears on his face. “I think I should give Silest, Flarth, and your two something important. Meet me in the throne room later today.”

We both nod to him then head inside. Zekoru and Flare stood beside him.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea, Lasereth?” Flare asked.

“Are you sure you can trust Zen with his ruby?” Zekoru added. “Shouldn’t we wait until the others are a bit older? Wait until Silest is at least sixteen and young master Travallian and Flarth are at least twelve?”

My father glances over at them and snorted. “Don’t worry about it. He shan’t hurt them. I trust my eldest son. Have some faith. Anyway, waiting that long would drive me nuts.”

“You’re blind, Lasereth,” Flare snarled. “He’s dangerous. Travallian surpasses his strength already, but with the ruby, Zenith can deal serious damage.”

“We shall see about that,” my father gave Mega Flare a firm look then headed out the training room.