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Chapter Three

Estrella's heart started beating fast. She looked at Whist who casually threw a spinning disk at one of them, hitting it in the throat. The creature gave a strangled cry and fell, bleeding.

She fumbled, and then put an arrow in the bow. It was different taking time to aim and shoot in a controlled enviornment where everyone was silent to give the archers maximum concentration.

It was quite another to be terrorfied that you're life was going to end in the next few minutes, strange demonic creatures leaping for you, with a dog barking loudly in the background (although not as loudly as her frantically beating heart).

She shot, and missed terribly. "Shit!" she yelled, and tried again. Perfect hit to the heart, it fell just a foot away from her, crying in pain. She wanted to turn and run but saw another eight or so running around, clearly hearing the battle.

Whist and Blink seemed quite calm, fighting them off on their own. Estrella had somehow backed herself into a terrible position. She felt an unnatural heating in her back, and then three of them leaped at her at once.

Something came out from her hands. It was thin, violet tinged with black, and vaguely spindly. It looked like purple lightning. It made a ring around her and struck out violently. Whist yelled something and she saw him jump back.

The three closest to her were dead, completely fried black. The ones close but not as close were yelping in pain, limping badly, their bodies twitching. Whist made quick work of them. The last one only seemed to get a bolt, and it bled freely. Blink got that one.

And just like that, the battle was over. She fell to her knees, feeling weak. Whist saundered up to her. "Now that was something," he said. "I've seen spirit stones give someone control over lightning before, but not that much. Guess six stones really makes a difference."

He squatted down next to her. She weakly raised her head back up. "Am I supposed to get this…weak?" she asked.

"Nah. You just don't have any control is all. It ges easier with practice."

She felt some feeling go back into her legs and stood up, a little shakily. He put out his hand to steady her.

"Thanks," she said. Thinking, she suddenly said: "Please help me Whist, I don't know…" her eyes shone. "Please, I'll do anything you want. I'll fight for you, you can teach me how to control these better. Please let me stay with you," don't leave me, she silently begged. She was scared and alone, and so far he had been the only person she'd met that wasn't, well, dead. And as if that wasn't enough she'd also discovered that she had the electrical power of a small powerplant.

He looked like he was considering it. Outloud he said: "Well, the six stones are definitely an asset." He gave her a serious look. She was becoming more used to his rapid changes in mood. "But you have to do whatever I say, no questions, got it? And you never use your powers against me, whether we're fighting, or you think I'm wrong, whatever it is. Never."

"I can do that," Estrella said eagerly. "Never, I promise."

"I guess I can keep you around then," he said.

She was so relieved she could have kissed him. Instead, she smiled, "Thank you," she said.

He smiled back. "First, help me go through these guys clothes and pick up anything that looks valuable or useful."

"Ok," she said, not thrilled but eager to please. They spent some time like that. There was no change in the sky, and nothing that could indicate how much time they spent there. She was only aware of her own growing discomfort.

The smell of death and blood was thick and strong, mixing with the scent of charred flesh and that only made her want to throw up. She went through their bodies, blood staining her hands and clothes until 'clean' became a distant memory. Evantually though, Whist called her over and said they were done.

Thank God, she thought. She wasn't sure how much more she would have been able to take. They set off walking, and she was proud of herself for not having thrown up more than once.

"My place is just a little away," he said. "You can sleep there for a while until I get back."

"Where are you going?" she asked curiously.

"I have to arrange something with one of the tribe leaders," he said mysteriously. She gave him an inquisative look and he winked. "Don't worry," he said. "You'll be safe there. And if anyone gets too close you can just fry 'em."

"Ok," she said. She felt sick at the thought of actually killing a person the same way she had killed those Snappers, but Whist seemed to think nothing of it and she began to wonder if that was simply how things were done in this place.

"Good girl," he said. "When I get back, I'll sleep for a bit then we can eat and work on controlling your power. You have a lot, but its worth shit if you can't use it when you need to."

"How are you going to teach me?" she asked.

"I'm not sure yet," he said. "Since mine is different, I never had to learn to use my spirit stones the way other people did." He gave himself another scratch, she wondered if he had fleas. "I'll figure something out."

"Ok," she said. "I trust you Whist."

"Ya I know," he said.

They reached his place a while later, avery modest-looking hut. By that point she was so tired that she wouldn't have cared if it was a hole in the ground. She went in gratefully and he pointed out a cot.

She barely heard what he said, just lay down and slept the sleep of the dead.

When she woke up, she saw he was already awake, and looking through her things again. He was eating more of her fajitas, and tossing a few to Blink.

"I'm glad you like them," she said.

He gave her a glance. "Good, you're awake. We can go practice now," he said.

She yawned and stretched, getting up. For all the outside had changed, no time may have passed at all. The sun was exactly where it had been before, and it unnerved her. "Does it ever change?" she asked.

"No," he said somberly. "It never changes. You spend years here and never know how time is going by. It's part of the torture of living in this place." He gave her another quick glance. "You'll spend the rest of your life here," he said. "You'll see."

"I won't," she said resolutely. "I'll find a way out, somehow. I'm not dying in this place."

He gave her a grin, albeit the fact that there was absolutely no joy in it. "You'll see," he said.

They went out to get as much privacy as possible. He explained that he was going to throw things at her (rocks) and she was going to hit them or get hit. Evantually she'd learn to control it. She asked what would happen if she could only use it when she was scared and he gave her a mischeivious grin. "I got ways of making that happen. Easier on you if you can just learn to control it the normal way."

They spent a long time doing that. Evantually, after enough bruises, she got a semblance of control and he said they could go back. Half the clearing was destroyed but on the bright side she was too worn out to do any more damage.

It continued that way for a long time. She didn't know if it was days, weeks, or even months; because time never changed. In the time she spent with Whist, she slowly grew more used to him. Her initial fear vanished completely, and then she felt secure enough to open up to him. He in return seemed to lower his guard around her, and she was glad that she was able to see his true self.

Sometimes, she wondered if he would have repulsed her if they'd met under different circumstances. It was true that he was good to her as he'd promised to be, and friendly, but she knew that it was partly due to the fact that it was conveinent for him. On more than one occasion, she had fought for him, protected his life over her own. She helped him when new people arrived in Os Dakar and they handed them over to the tribe.

What had chilled her the most was the way he could kill so casually. The first time she had taken a human life she had started crying. At first he tried to be kind and understanding, and then he'd told her to get over it. They were in Os Dakar, it was kill or be killed. He didn't see them as people, he saw them as oppurtunities or obstacles. His actions depended on which category they fell into.

For all this, she liked him. He never harmed her, even when they argued, which was rare. He took her out often to train her power, and even taught her to fight better, teaching her how to use throwing disks as well, and helping her master the bow and arrow. They kept each other company when they ate, and she shared a place beside him with Blink when she slept; never having liked sleeping alone very much. He made the hellhole she had fallen into seem better.

Evantually, she got used to everything. She no longer mourned the death of whatever she killed, be it Snapper or person. She didn't feel a disgust but familiarity looking among the dead for useful materials. And she learned to look out for Snappers and defend herself on her own. Sometimes, Whist affectionately referred to her as 'his protégé'. She liked it when he said that, although it made her wonder if he was also teaching her to leave behind her own humanity, as he had left his.

Life became, if nothing else, dependable. She knew what each day—if it could be called that, they both had a habit of saying it—would bring. Maybe another battle, or peace; the difference wasn't much. She was even comfortable with it. It had a certain rythem, and she finally admitted to herself that she would die there, and that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

She believed that, until the day the red-haired Dominian girl said she knew a way out.

End of chapter three, this is just flying by. But I'm feeling in the mood to write so I have to get it out.

I'm so tired. Its almost 2 and I have school tomorrow. Its not like I'm going to class anyway but…I have to pretend to

Well please review and good night everyone