#this sounds more interesting than oh no the created sent armigers

[monitorchakas]

Broke : Thel book

Woke : more Rtas

[silverlight013]

Ebony and Fire Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I sigh as I reach down between the two beds to pull up my backpack.

I didn't actually look through when Prom gave it to me, did I? I'd rather not ruin these clothes again…maybe there's some in here…

My bag has two big pockets one in the back and one in the middle…there's two front ones too, but these two are the main ones. Normally I put my books and stuff into the middle and my clothes in the back.

I should take inventory…

I sigh again and unzip the middle pocket; giving view to a bunch of my writing and art supplies.

Okay…what do we have in here? Pencil bag…sketch book…okay…little black notebook…looks like only my minimum tools…Where was I going before I came here? Did I know I was coming here?

I take out the little black notebook and thumb through it.

That's odd…it's empty…I mean in a way that's lucky, but I coulda sworn I was halfway through mine…What about my sketchbook?

I place the little notebook back where it came from and take out my black sketchbook with the spiral on top. I turn it landscape and gently flip the cardboard back before thumbing through that was well.

This is empty too…what the hell is going on?

I put it back and get ready to unzip the back pocket.

Please have some extra clothes. Please have some extra clothes.

I take a deep breath and unzip the pocket, to my surprise a pair of dark grey, men's, lounge pants are rolled up and sitting on top.

Well damn…that was lucky…

I rummage around a bit and find my black sports tank top and my black pullover hoodie, but that's all.

Well, guess my luck had to run out somewhere…but at least I got some clothes to change into…

I pull out the lounge pants and tank top and prepare to get my ass handed to me.

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As I walk out of the motel room I'm greeted with the early morning sun as it peaks up over the horizon. I smile as the new dawn dusts over Longwythe, and then it hits me.

Wow…this is it, I'm really here…

I take a few steps forward and lean on the small railing that separated me from the concrete that seems to be the parking lot/driveway for this place. As I take it all in my memories of this place come flooding back.

Longwythe…the pitstop between Hammerhead and Galdin…it doesn't seem like the most popular place, but for some reason it ended up as my favorite. There's just a lot here, more than any other pit stop unless it was a major town like Lestallum…not only that but it's smack dab in the middle so it saved me on gas a few times during the beginning…speaking of…

I feel a smile cross my face as my eyes land on the Regalia. My stomach growls out of nowhere and I sigh as I take one of the bananas that Samn had asked me to grab out of my pocket and attempt to peel it open. It doesn't take me long.

Hmm that's interesting…I take a bite of my potassium breakfast and continue to stare at the regal Regalia. Even when they're not being controlled and have free will they don't change her paint job…I mean I know I left her as is, but that's because I like the blackish chrome…I'm kinda excited to see what other decisions they'll make on their own…

"She's beautiful ain't she?" I turn quick, startled, to me left to see Samn standing there, arms full of various weapons.

I didn't even hear her come out…I am so screwed…

I give an uneasy laugh and try to ignore the instruments of my untimely demise in her arms. "The Regalia? Yeah she is." I look back to the car and then cringe.

Oh shit! Did the boys say this was the Regalia? Actually, wait, according to them, I've never seen her! Fuck! I seriously gotta be more careful!

Samn catches my mistake and self-scolding and rolls her eyes as she walks down a small set of steps to my left. She sighs.

"C'mon, I found a good spot to spar across the street. It's mostly flat and at this hour I don't think the Saberclaws will bother us…"

You 'don't think'? That's reassuring…

She leads me across the street and over toward Kenny Crow's, I take the opportunity to throw away my banana peel and then follow her behind the restaurant then right, behind a small building and some gas or propane tanks.

"Uh…hey…" I finally realize that maybe I should ask if she needs help. "You need help with those?" She lets out a laugh.

"Now that we're already over here you ask?" I stop dead in my tracks annoyed as she stops up ahead in a clear area.

The 'training area' is pretty big, and as she had said, mostly flat, that is aside from the occasional bush or big ass rock. However not a bad place to spar. I look to the left at the big rock formation and a sudden urge to climb to the top grips me.

Ugh, I really wanna climb that…I don't think that one is the Adamantoise…I think that's further North…North? Yeah North. This place is kinda hard to navigate without a minimap…

I jump, startled again as Samn drops the weapons and they clatter to the ground. "Hmm, so that's what that looks like." I look at her confused and annoyed as I start walking again.

"What what looks like?" She opens her palm and makes grabby hands, so I throw her the other banana that's been chillin' in my pocket.

"You spaced out, it's just weird to see someone else do it. Guess you could say I got it from you, huh." She chuckles as she teases, but I just fold my arms.

"Shut it."

I feel like I'm just arguing with myself…

She peels the banana with ease from the bottom and takes a big bite before speaking. "Alright, you ready to start training?"

That's odd…I never wrote how she'd eat a banana…it's like watching an AI program I wrote in motion and learning, super cool but also creepy as hell.

I shake my head and crouch down to the pile of mess she created by dropping the weapons. Panic strikes as I realize these aren't training weapons.

"Samn! What the hell! These are the boys weapons! Like from the Armiger! I can't fight with these, were you planning on killing me?!" She finishes her banana and tosses the peel to the side. "You better pick that up when we're done."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't worry Mom, I will." I feel irritation wash over me.

"Don't call me 'Mom', it weirds me out cause we're like the same age…Don't we have anything we can use that won't instantly kill me?" She sighs and holds out her hand. "I'm sure the Keyblade will hurt just as bad."

She shakes her head as something begins to materialize in her hand. The shape doesn't resemble the Keyblade at all, but some kind of baseball bat looking thing. After a minute my brain clicks, and I realize what it's going to be.

What? How can she even do that?

I stare utterly stunned as a struggle bat appears in her hands. She tosses it to me and summons a second one.

"You have got to be kidding me…how?" She shrugs with a smile and stands at the ready. "Really?!"

"Well, you asked if we had anything that wouldn't instantly kill you." I look at the struggle bat in my hand and sigh.

I'm super screwed…

"You ready to begin?" I get ready to block and nod.

"Ready as I'll ever be…"

She flashes a smile and then suddenly flies across the field at me, I barely have enough time to shield myself before she's hitting me with a barrage of attacks. My foot slides back a little and I slide my hand across the bat so that one hand is gripping the hilt and the other is palm open against the top. With each new hit my foot slips more and more.

Oh no! I'm slipping!

I look up as she winds up to slice down at me.

There's no time to dodge and I don't know if blocking will work! What do I do?!

With no other choice I brace myself as she comes crashing down, bringing with her the full force of all her anger and resentment. I can't stop it and I can't adjust my footing so when the hit lands I'm sent flying backwards, the bat still in hand.

I hit the ground hard, air rushes from my lungs as I finally roll to a stop. I gasp and cough and try desperately to fill my aching lungs. After a few breaths I'm able to roll over and make it to my knees. The sound of her boots echo behind me and I look down at the mess I've become. My clothes are covered with sand and dirt, while my arms are all scratched up from rolling across the ground.

I dust myself off a bit and my hair falls into my face, I swear as I realize I should have put it up before we started. I check my wrist for a hair tie, and then put it up into a lazy bun.

I cough again and spit into the dirt before taking my time standing. As I turn around I see that she's got another huge grin plastered across her stupid face. She's tapping the bat on her shoulder, patiently waiting.

I finally get completely upright and dust myself off some more before looking back up. "You done having your temper tantrum?" I wince as I take a step, she shrugs; that damn smile still plastered on her stupid face

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