Unveiling the Truth

                                    

                                          
Who knew Rob would go so hard on me? Okay that sounded a bit wrong. So hard on me in my physical training. I thought he should know that I have a weak... physical constitution. All he had to do was look at me, because those meds messed me up real bad.
                          
In case you're trying to figure me out, I have shaggy black hair, with surprisingly (even to me) a few white hairs. My green eyes have deep black circles under them. My cheekbones are really showing from my pale face, making me look like a drug addict. Wait, I am. Anyways, I'm awfully thin, with a bad posture. And muscles... well even I am wondering how my body moves.
                          
It's been almost a week that I was working out with Rob, and I was too exhausted to do anything else. I would pass out most of the time, but I had my pills to make me feel... somehow better. They made me lose feeling of my body. They put my mind in peace. I was thinking about everything, yet nothing bothered me. Thank God nobody saw me taking them yet.
                          
While I was working on my physical health, I also knew that everyone was about to teach me something else on caster stuff "So you better finish your workout soon, before your training with Maddie, and she already doesn't like you very much" Rob chuckled.
                          
"Okay," I panted "what... is her ... problem with... with me?" I put the weights down and took some deap breaths so I can actually communicate. "Second, why are we training? Are we supposed to battle anybody?"
                          
Rob stayed silent for a while. I knew a hit a touchy subject.
                          
Shit,  I thought. 
                          
"Sorry if-"
                          
"Nah, don't worry, Leena will be helping you with that part." he said with a sad voice. He put on a small smile and told me to wash up and meet Maddie in the woods (which happened to be next to the warehouse.)
                          
While I was showering, all I could think about was how tired I was, how sore my muscle were. The thought of finding Maddie in the middle of the woods never crossed my mind. I felt guilty it didn't.
                          
I searched for at least a half hour, walking up and down, until I found her sitting on a rock gazing somewhere far away. 
                          
"Could have told me your whereabouts..." I shook her off her daydreaming.
                          
"One of my test." She replied. "Any caster should be able to catch a signal  from another one. You obviously can't. Yet." 
                          
She must be talking about that presence I felt in the hospital, I thought. 
                          
"Yeah, something like that." She said out of nowhere.
                          
"You..."
                          
You just read my mind, I thought again, trying to prove my somewhat theory.
                          
Maddie rolled her eyes. "Yes, obviously, I did. That's my power. Mind control. It limits itself to casters. I can't actually "control" a caster's mind, but I can read it, know where it is, do little tricks with it. That's how I woke you up. I focused on your mind and made the dream you had a little bit real and very loud."
                          
I wish it was a dream, I wished.
                          
"Oh and that's how you got away from the hospital, by the way. The mortal guards at the entrance were kissing each other by the time you and Jack were out." She said that with pride.
                          
"Eww, and bad-ass" I admitted. 
                          
"Okay down to business. My job is to train you to achieve your best at spiritual communication. Like how to-"
                          
"Communicate with my spirit." I guessed.
                          
"If you're gonna start to piss me off right from the start, I swear-" she growled. 
                          
"No no okay fine I'm sorry." I mumbled.
                          
"Spiritual communication isn't just about "communicating with your spirit"" she said it while immitating me.
                          
What the fuck is wrong with her?! I don't sound like that!
                          
"Focus! Spirit communication is how to manifest casters' powers, and your own individual powers. I think the guys back at the warehouse explained about those." 
                          
I nodded.
                          
"For you to achieve that state, you have to be in complete touch with your spirit."
                          
"How do I do that?"
                          
So apparently, I had to sit down, close my eyes, and 'search for my spirit'. Buddha style. Like I know how it's done. How in the world am I supposed to do something I'm not even aware I am capable of doing? 
                          
I think she was kind of enjoying it, taking pictures of me and chuckling from time to time. Whenever I protested she would either yell at me or hit me with those spirit energy balls.
                          
She was hitting my buttons. Hard. But a part of me knew that sooner or later I had to master that spirit casting thing, for whatever reason there was. Plus I had to prove her wrong, and show her that whatever she thought I can't do, I would nail the fuck out of it. I had to start digging.
                          
I knew it had to do something with the fox. I focused on it. How it looked. It's injuries. What it said to me from the first time I started seeing him.
                          
Help. Why. Stop. 
                          
He said "help" the whole time when I was still at the hospital. He asked me "why" when I first rejected the help of the falcon, aka Jack, supposedly. He continued begging me for "help" after that. Then he told me to "stop". 
                          
It suddenly hit me. 
                          
"I felt like they were killing me. Don't ask me how, but those pills were killing me. It's like they were ripping parts inside of me, burning them away."
                          
But now, I was still taking them. I was still selfishly taking them. Even though I knew it was wrong.
                          
"I'm done here." I flatly spat.
                          
"Wha-" 
                          
Maddie stopped herself when she saw the tears crawling down my face.
                          
How could I not see it?! How could I've been so blind?!
                          
The fox was my spirit
                          
The pills were killing him.
                          
I was destroying my spirit with my own hands.