Chapter 35: A Brush With Death
You began gathering as much flame essence as you can as you summon your flame letting it slowly flow through your veins as the blue tint begins to fade from your skin.
'That damn old man he acts all sweet one second then tries to kill me the next I swear I'll get him back for this.'
You slowly get to your feet as you rush to your room throwing open your drawer frantically searching for the pills as you throw all the sect uniforms out of your drawer.
"Hey, looking for these."
You turn to see Master Kai holding you pill bottle tossing it up and down.
"Relying on these will only make the pain worse, you are facing a poison Master after all if you can't handle something as simple as this you will suffer the same fate as your father. Stop relying on outside methods to help you, you must find out how to deal with this on your own."
You watch the old man leave the room as your skin begins to turn a purplish-blue and you collapse now completely out of mana.
'I can't summon my flames...I guess I was too weak, If I don't die here I could die somewhere else hell I couldn't even use my flames after the ritual like everyone else; maybe it'll be ok if I die.'
You suddenly begin to think about your Father, when you were young just before starting school the day your Dad came home beaten and bloody and your Mom taught you how to stop the bleeding and carefully bandage his wounds.
"Ok, Lizbee if I'm not home and Daddy comes back injured it will be your responsibility to help him so watch carefully."
"Yes, Mommy
You clutch your stuffed bunny close to your chest as you watch your mom pore mana into the needle as she quickly and elegantly stitches your fathers wound pulling the pieces of metal and rock out with her tweezers and placing them on a plate. Even though she was moving at an incredibly fast speed you saw everything in great detail from the amount of string used to the angle the string was cut it was as if the world went in slow motion.
That memory begins to fade and a new one quickly appears.
You are on your hands and knees face first in the dirt as the blood leaks from your nose you attempt to get up as a swift kick hits you in the stomach.
You quickly clutch your stomach as the older boy snatches the stuffed bunny from your grasp brutally ripping his arm off and throwing him down in front of you.
Tears begin to stream down your face as you hold your bloody and battered stuffie.
"Are you really crying over a stuffed animal?"
"She's just a weak baby that's probably why she was always hiding behind Rose."
"Guys maybe we should leave her alone for now we always have tomorrow."
"No this punk is gonna pay for Rose breaking my arm because of her I couldn't meditate properly."
Suddenly a Boy shouts out from inside the group "Come on guys give her a break, your beating up a little girl because you hate her friend!"
The Boy pushes pass the rest of the group and stops in front of you.
He takes a knee and lowers a hand towards you, "Hey, my name is Noah are you ok?
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