Training was brutal, I thought my body was going to implode by the end of the first month, I endured, I had too, this is the one thing I had left to rely on, my past was behind me,nor would it have any relevance here, what mattered was the present and inevitable future. I was heading to the small home Nick was staying, this has been my home for the past month, serving basically as a bodyguard for the young "prince" as the older spirits called him, he seemed to dislike the title.
"I'm back," I state entering the door, getting to work on dinner, Nicholas didn't know how to cook, he was useless, luckily I had some old recipes from some old friends and family, it was a habanero marinated chicken breast, a good balance of spicy, complimenting the normally dull taste of a baked chicken.
"Took you long enough, I was getting worried, if you didn't come back from training, who would cook for me?" he remarked, getting out of his seat," seriously though,