Chosen By The Moon

Dylan POV

1 was sweating profusely as I landed yet another fist on the punching bag that hung in what the wolvest call their training room.

Gym equipment surrounded me, and my ponytailed hair kept slapping my in the face as I swung round. to punch the bag again.

“Keep your fists up, yout grace. Remember, when you punch, you need to do so with your entire body, don’t let your arm take the brunt of it.” I nodded ever so slightly at the warriors words and swung again, this time using my weight to hit the bag instead of my mere arm strength. Shockingly the punching bag swung ever so slightly and I smiled at the feat I though was impossible when I first started this morning. “Excellent work, Now, back to the treadmill.”

I looked at my trainer in exasperation, my most likely bright red face staring at him in shock.

“I think… I breathed heavily, tasting the metallic tint on my tongue at how much I had over worked myself. “I’m going to pass out.”

“Nonsense. You can do 5 more minutes of running, come on. If you really want to join the battle then your stamina and endurance needs to be challenged in order for it to get better.” He was right of course, I did have to boost my physical health or I wouldn’t last very long at all.

So very reluctantly I hopped onto the running machine and panted as it began to to start. Another 5 minutes passed before I was finished. My body was exhausted, I was sweaty and Couldn’t catch my breath, so I threw myself on the floor on my back, and lay trying to regain my senses after such an

intense work out..

“You did wonderfully, your grace, I’ll see you tomorrow for weight training. Make sure you get some

lunch too, you’ve worked hard.” I barely nodded at his words but smiled slightly waving him off as I

stared up at the training rooms ceiling.

“Are You ok?” Huh, a new voice sounded from next to me and I turned my head to see a woman, staring back at me with an amused smile. Reluctantly I sat up, and absentmindedly placed my arms on my bent knees while bowing my head to the floor, letting out some strong puffs of air as my lungs fought for

regularity.

“I’m alright… I chuckled at how bad my endurance was and looked up at the blonde woman. “Just over. worked myself I guess.”

“I saw… you are quite determined aren’t you?” This woman was acting all too familiar with me, but I

didn’t know woman for the life of me. She smiled handing me a glass of water. “Let me ask, Have you ever done any baking?” Her random question caused my tired frown to turn into one of confusion. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Baking? As in like pies and stuff?” Why all of a sudden was this blonde lady asking me about baking.

“Well, yes, I’m going to bake a cake for my mates birthday, I thought perhaps you would like to join me. you might even have some fun.” I didn’t particularly want to bake a cake, and I was confused as to why she would even ask me to, I mean I was pretty busy with everything else at the minute. With the two deaths that only happened a week ago, and the fact that I was intending to call the Australian rebel forces tonight, I just didn’t have the time to be flittering around baking a cake,

“Oh, well thank you, but…”

“Oh excellent, I’ll meet you in the kitchen in about 20 minutes, that’ll give you time to shower and freshen up.” She smiled smugly but walked out before I could say anything about not actually wanting to help.

I remained on the floor, baffled by the entire interaction. I mean, why on earth would some random woman want me to bake a cake with her? Obviously I had baked before, with my mom working at the bakery before the new world came into play, but there was only a handful of people who actually knew that.

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