Chapter 1: MorningA Chapter by ~Dragon X Waking up precisely one minute and thirty-seven seconds late, getting eggshells in breakfast and under-cooking it, on top of having a careless Master scolding you for being even slightly imperfect.... Felix learned to
get up before his Master entered the room. Master Rose was never merciful when it came to
her pupil not getting up in the morning. Never. With this in mind, Felix frantically
flung himself out of bed as soon as his eyes opened. Then he remembered his
wounds. He moaned and bent over a little at the sudden pain shooting up from
his chest, right arm, and legs, trying not to wince but failing. He waited for
the pain to fade a little, then adjusted the bandages covering the areas the
pain came from and changed out of his PJs into his worn training clothes provided
by his Master. Felix sighed after he finished changing, and turned to the very
fluffy white ferret that had curled up on Felix’s simple bed. He stepped to it and nudged it a little. “Aarwing,
up…..” The
cottage was small, quaint, and homey. His room was rather tiny, and it had an
old yet fluffy mattress on a bed and a beige-colored blanket that's been
knitted back together several times on top. The bed was in a corner next to a window with
stained glass and even a single crack going in some sharp angles before finally
stopping. The walls were kind of old and made of wood with slightly yellowed
paint over them, and a burned out candle functioned as the light on the
countertop by the bed. A dark green, wooly old rug was on the floor. The big-eared
ferret squeaked sleepily, stretched, and slowly unfurled its white, feathery
wings. He then crawled over to the edge of the bed and leaped, gliding lazily
and landing lazily on Felix’s left shoulder. Felix poked Aarwing again. “Come
on Aarwing, we have to get going….” He nervously looked out the window to his
room to see the sun beginning to rise. “Let’s go…like right now….” He hobbled
speedily out of the small room, through a narrow hallway, and to the kitchen. “Still one minute and thirty-seven seconds late…….”
A dark brown-haired woman commented as she sat against one of the three wooden
chairs in the kitchen, boots propped up on the dining table. She was clad in
gleaming steel armor and her hair was left simple, going down to just past the
shoulders. Felix flinched at her comment. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me Master…..eh….”
He scrambled to the cabinets and pantry. “What would you like for breakfast?” The Master ignored his apology. “Eggs are fine.” Felix nodded and grabbed around six eggs, a bowl,
and other utensils required as quickly as he could, doing his best to ignore
the pain from his injuries. The kitchen
was a complete wreck. Pots, pans, dishes, and many other things poured over the
sink; some laying on the oak wood floor, others strewn about the countertop.
Some cabinet doors were left ajar, one or two missing a pair of hinges. There
were all kinds of stains, scratches, and blemishes on the table and island, and
the metal on the sink was beginning to rust. Even some laundry such as dirty
socks were kicked off carelessly and left to rot on the floor. Master Rose watched Felix intently from her chair. “Do
you know why it is important for you to rise with the sun every day, no
exceptions?” Felix blinked and looked over his shoulder a little
as he worked. “Um….you get more done in the day….?” The Master smirked, and shook her head. “Demons are
nocturnal. Humans are not. Which are you?” Felix froze. He didn’t exactly know how to answer to
this. “I…..I--I don’t…..” “I’ll tell you this,” she interrupted, “you be whatever
you want to be. Got it?” Felix pursed his lips, then nodded, kind of
hesitant. “O….Ok….” The Master didn’t seem satisfied with this response.
Nonetheless she changed the subject by asking, “How’s your arm?” Felix looked down, then held up his right arm to get
a good look at it. It was as hard as a rock, completely black and even a little
claw-like in appearance. Bandages covered up a lot of it. This went all the way
up to the shoulder, at which point it blended into his pale skin tone. “It
looks fine….” Felix replied. “The cuts don’t hurt as much as before……” The Master nodded. “You didn’t look underneath the
bandages yet.” Felix sighed. “Yes…I know.....” I don’t want to…. He carefully removed some of them anyways and
looked underneath, where there were a couple of cuts that appeared as white,
glowing cracks or crevices in Felix’s right arm. He winced slightly at it, then
swallowed in an attempt to regain his composure. “It’s…getting better…” Felix
observed while straightening his back to appear more confident in himself. Master Rose raised an eyebrow skeptically, then
flicked her wrist in dismissal of the observation. “Don’t burn the eggs again.” Felix yelped and whirled back to his pan on the
stove, returning his focus to the task at hand. He finished the eggs and
hobbled to the table his Master had her boots propped up on and laid the pan on
the table. He brought the cleanest pair of plates he could find and brought out
the shiniest (although still dull) silverware he possibly could, leaving the
best of course, for his Master. He gave to her the biggest portion of the eggs,
and sprinkled salt and pepper for her before hesitantly sliding it to her. Her eyes flickered to Felix, then to her plate. She
picked up her fork and knife and took a bite out of her food. She chewed very
slowly and carefully. After swallowing, she cut another little bite-size piece
with her knife. “Open your mouth,” she instructed. Felix blinked, but did so. What’s she…? Master Rose lunged forward and stuffed Felix’s mouth
with her piece of eggs. “Bhf!?” He sputtered in shock, mouth suddenly full
of breakfast. “Chew.” Felix looked at his Master in bewilderment, but
chewed. He heard and felt something crunching in between his teeth, and some
egg was still liquid. “You carelessly left egg shells and it is
undercooked,” Felix’s Master critiqued with narrowed eyes. Felix forced himself to chew the rest of the egg and
swallow it. He looked down in shame. “Sorry…I’m not good at it yet…” Master Rose was silent, but she picked up her fork
again and resumed eating the scrambled eggs on her plate. “Eat.” Felix looked down on his plate. …I’m not…hungry….. “Eat!” She barked, looking up. Felix flinched, swiped up his fork, and proceeded to
stuff himself. Despite Felix’s attempts to eat as quickly as
possible, he was still a slow eater and therefore his Master finished her
portion a while before he did. In the space of time his Master finished to the
time Felix finished, Master Rose stood, abandoning the table and dirty dish and
silverware left on it, rinsed her hands, then went to adjust her heavy chain
mail armor. Aarwing had been floating around the kitchen, being perfectly fine eating a fly or cricket that hid in the little dark corners. He didn't seem too concerned for Felix's health--after all, this was all just in a normal morning now....When Felix finished, he scooped up the plates, pan, and silverware,
washed them and his hands, then stepped up to his Master who was observing
herself in a mirror. “Are…are you ready, Master…?” He asked, nervous of her
response. She flipped her hair a little bit, then turned to him
with her hands on her hips, a smirk spreading across her face. “Let’s
continue your training, kid.” © 2012 ~Dragon XAuthor's Note
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