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July 1st, 8:27 p.m

"so what do I do now?" I said "I mean I'm good with a bow, and combat fighting but, I don't know about Louis" My mother was sitting at the dinner table, putting peas on my plate. I, of course, would rather eat nails than this concussion. "Well dear, you can start preparing with him, only if you would approve too though.

"Yeah, I would have to. Where does he live?"

"you don't know?... He lives past the valley"

"okay"

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I finished supper and bid farewell to my mother. God knows what would have happened if I didn't volunteer. Don't get me wrong, but she's 68 years old. She's dead meat. I crossed into the valley and saw a little door. "Hello?.... Hi, it's me harry"

The door creaked opened and exposed a glowing Louis "Hm, hello Harry, I'm Louis, but my friends call me Lou"

"oh, okay. Hi Lou"

"Louis. You're probably here to train aren't ya?"

"yup"

"k, well I was finished anyway- chores"

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I followed Louis to his backyard. H e walked over to a dummy and started attacking it while I stood in awe. "So, what are you good at- in combat I mean"

"well," I said "I'm good with a bow, and combat fighting- but don't ask me to attack you or anything, it's like an adrenaline thing"

"Hmm" he stopped and looked at me "that's not bad. To be honest I thought you were the type of guy that lingers in the back of a classroom, just because you were too shy, and awkward."

I laughed " well sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm good at all things, but I'm only on the amateur level though. I can use a sword, my fists, um.... anything. If you put anything in my hand, you best believe I would make good use to it"

"hm not bad" I mocked "but there's no use of knowing all of that if you don't know your basic mortal survival skills"

"and I'm guessing you know that stuff" He walked over and grabbed a towel- I think, and wiped his face off

"yup, we can be in a desert for crying out loud"

"true"

"so let's get started. Here take this, and swing as hard as you can"

"Okay..... if you say so"

I tightened my grip around the play sword, it's made out of wood, and swung

THWACK

My swings were full of energy- I guess, plus it was a little fun.

"Okay stop. You're pretty good, your swings are full of energy, but that can also be your downfall. Too much energy is bad"

"Yes Mr. Tomlinson, I know"

"So tomorrow we would have to wake up fresh so we can get to the dome in time. That's when we would see all of our competitors, and blah blah, so stay sharp"

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