Bodiel softly taps Lucas on the shoulder, “Come, boy. Wake up.”Months of living on the street did not cultivate deep sleeping patterns and Lucas' eyes fly open immediately. He sits up fast and moves backwards defensively.
With pity in his eyes, Bodiel looks down at Lucas. He thinks sympathetically how Lucas is only still a child, yet he is already so wary and apprehension towards his fellow man.
Bodiel says, “Come we have to start training.”
Lucas gets out of bed without a word and then hurriedly he puts on the black jean and white t-shirt again, while wondering ‘what training’.
When he draws the curtain hanging in front of the window, he notices that it is still dark outside and the reflection of the full moon over the earth seems bigger than usual.
He leaves the room and then he joins Byron in the kitchen.
Lucas walks straight towards the basin with the intention of pouring himself a glass of water, when suddenly Adelaide appears in the door.
He feels self-conscious again and wishes that these feelings of insecurity which overcomes him every time she enters his sphere would go away. Although he grew up with the only female companions being nuns and he has never had a close relationship with a girl, his recently difficult life on the streets of this unforgiving and selfish world should have hardened him to feelings of insecurity. Yet, here he is almost unable to move just because she walked into the room.
Lucas turns away from the basin, without pouring himself a glass of water. Leaning against the counter he looks towards Adelaide and Bodiel expectantly.
He is still trying to understand his feelings towards Bodiel and everything he told him the night before.
Bodiel finishes his cup of coffee and says, “I am amazed Lucien has not sent anybody yet.”
“I hope not,” Adelaide says annoyed. “If Lucien sends any of his minions, it might cause a distraction for Lucas.”
Lucas asks, his voice too loud in the hushed atmosphere, “Who is Lucien?”
Bodiel answers dismissively, “You will learn soon enough.” Bodiel stands up from the kitchen chair and then says gruffly, “Come, time to start.”
Lucas looks unsure, but he follows Bodiel and Adelaide out into the dawn.
Bodiel turns and continues to walk down the slight incline away from the wooden cabin towards a wooded area, while Adelaide and Lucas follow.
Adelaide leans slightly towards Lucas. “Don't let Bodiel's rudeness bug you. He sees your mother in your face and it scares him.” She rolls her eyes melodramatically.
Bodiel carries on walking through the forest, stepping over fallen tree trunks and around large boulders.
By the time, the sun has come up over the horizon; they reach an open area within a circle of trees. Lucas can hear the murmur of a small stream to the side.
Bodiel stops in the middle and then turns towards Adelaide and Lucas. “I want to see how well you can defend yourself, Lucas.”
Lucas stares at him dumb-founded.
“Adelaide?” Bodiel looks at Adelaide questioningly.
Adelaide turns towards Lucas and takes a defensive stance.
“I am not going to hit a girl,” Lucas says adamantly.
“Think of Adelaide as a man then.”
Lucas gasps, “But she is not a man.”
“Adelaide, attack him. Now. There is no time for this now.”
Adelaide runs towards Lucas, and Lucas jumps out of her way just in time. She turns and immediately she comes for him again. Lucas is shocked to see her speed and now he is not worried about hitting a girl, because worse than that she is going to beat him senseless.
He puts his arms up defensively and then he grabs hold of her arms as she reaches to attack him. In a move that baffles him, she throws him in a somersault over her shoulder and in a blur the world flashes past him upside down until he is lying on his back looking up into the early morning sky, trying to get his lungs to fill up with air again.
Lucas gets up off the ground shakily and then he storms towards Adelaide. She is unprepared and he grabs her around her waist. She folds over, holds onto him, and for a few awkward seconds they do a weird primitive dance and then Lucas finds himself staring up into the sky again.
This is getting embarrassing, he thinks frustrated, but he cannot help himself as he finds himself storming at her again. It takes her a little longer, but he ends up in the same position.
He sits up, folding his arms around his legs and yells frustrated towards Bodiel, “And your point with all of this is?”
Bodiel answers calmly, “I need to assess your capabilities.”
“Did you not hear a word I told you last night?”
“Yes, I did. None of it though said anything about me having to defend myself.”
“The day will come when you will have to. Let me remind you – The Thirteenth Order, which includes me, want to go home, and the rest of the angels in the Twelve Orders do not want this to happen. You – Lucas – are stuck in the middle.”
Copyright © Lynette Ferreira
This blog series is a fictional story of the final battle between the forces of good and evil that is predicted to mark the end of the world and precede the Day of Judgment.This story will be told in weekly verses of 500 - 1,000 words each.