Elaina The Warrior

Elaina awoke the next morning feeling the battle from the night before.Inching slowly out of bed her body screamed at her insisting that she just stay put, which she wanted to do, but knew that she couldn’t.  Ignoring the protests she took a quick shower and changed into jeans and t-shirt then hurried downstairs following the smell of coffee wafting through the living room from the kitchen, beckoning her forward.“Morning.” Charise called not turning around from the smoothie she was throwing together.  “I made you some coffee.”Grateful Elaina helped herself to a cup and sat at the table.  As usual Charise was already dressed for work sporting black pants, a simple white shirt, and red apron.  Her unruly brown hair piled atop her head.  Charise worked as a barista at a local coffee bar on the strip, even though she didn’t need the money she insisted it made her feel a little mo

All around the crowd black creatures erupted from the bushes, their red eyes blazing as everyone ran to take cover.Elaina watched as so called warriors scrambled around her.  Kicking her shoes off she faced the closest beast head on.  It shrieked in her face spewing sulfurous gas that made her gag momentarily.  A ripping sensation spread up her arm, but she didn’t care.  Lifting her dagger she swiped the beast across the chest sending it lurching backwards.  It let out a terrible cry as two more of its friends came to join it.  Elaina squared off ready to take on the next creature that came her way.  A shriek sounded from behind her. Turning quickly she dodged the beast coming towards her.  To her left Charise had a sword ready and was heading her way.  Thankful for her friend Elaina attacked the closest beast, slicing its neck open.  It let out a yell before crumb

“Wake up.”The harsh voice shook Elaina from her sleep, lamely she fumbled around for the lamp on her nightstand.  Once she found it she flinched from the harsh glow.Charise stood beside her looking very serious her hands on her hips.“What are you doing here?” Elaina mumbled checking her clock for the time. “At, may I add, the time normal people sleep.”“I was woken up by Chase who insisted that I needed to come talk to you immediately.” Charise said now yawning.Elaina took in her pink pajamas and wild hair.  Dark circles still under her eyes, it was obvious that she hadn’t woken up too long ago.“He’s standing out in the hall isn’t he?” Elaina asked instead.  “Chase!” She called loudly, “Come on in, you might as well tell us both why in the world you think we should talk.”Her door opened and Chase stepped in wearin

Elaina spent most of the morning in the gym practicing fighting technique. Slowly she practiced maneuvers imagining her opponent countering them and then thinking of something completely different.   Pulling a dagger from her boot she swiped it through the air stepping from one side to the other. Only stopping long enough to debate the right place to plant it to destroy her attacker.  With a graceful leap she pictured it disappearing into a chest, piercing the heart hidden below it. “Seems that imaginary friend of yours is dead.” A voice said behind her. Elaina turned to face Chase, “Too bad, I was imagining it was you.”  She gave a sweet smile putting her dagger back in its holder.  “I have to say you weren’t much of a challenge.” “I guess my imaginary self is lazy, I can assure you it would take a lot more than that to even knock me down.” Chase flashed a brilliant smile, Elaina watched as he shrugged off his jacket. &nbs

For two days after having her leg worked on Elaina was stuck in bed.  She spent the time reading through The Book of White, which Brother Isaac had happily lent her.  Try as she might, she couldn’t find anything remotely relevant to anything that was going on around the sanctuary.When she wasn’t reading, she was spending time with Charise who had been bringing her, her meals.  On the third day Elaina had begun to grow bored and decided it was time to get up and moving again.Testing her leg gingerly she got out of bed and headed towards the library.  She knew she had to find something that could help her better understand what the beginning of the end really meant since the book of white didn’t further explain.  It felt like needles stabbed her leg as she walked farther, but she pushed the pain aside.  By the time she reached the library she could feel small trickles of blood dripping down