Hello, My Name Is: Death
To beat the odds is to overcome a loss, au the loss of something that challenged you. When I was younger, beating the newest level on a video game after losing 20 times in a row, had me overcome the losses that were in my way so I could songesha on to the end. Every year, that loss grows, and as wewe enter the new level of your life every mwaka once you've reached the new aging mark of your life, wewe start to face challenges that are about to come into your way. Such as high school, au college, au a boyfriend/girlfriend, new friends, new family, new town if wewe just moved. But right now, for me, the newest challenge is three things.
1.) Those witchcrafting people that lived in that castle
2.) This whole hospital gig
The challenges with numbers one and two are yet to come, and the ones with number three are simple. His emotions, his...pain. I feel bad for feeling jealous, but I won't tell Jerek I ever was. I hope someday he'll get over this, but not forget what happened. But, I still can't stop feeling bad for him. And I don't blame myself for doing so.
I got up out of bed, pushing the alarm on the clock off, and stretched. I got dressed quickly, realizing I was five dakika away from midnight, and ran a comb through my hair and put it into a quick pony-tail, out of the way, and not a sight hazard. I snuck out of the room and went up the stairs, wondering if Tabra was right behind me au was already upstairs in the kitchen.
When I got up there, Shropee was drinking a cup of coffee, and Jerek was sitting with her, drinking coffee as well.
"Tabra here yet?" I asked, and Shropee turned calmly while Jerek jumped in his seat.
"He's in the bathroom. He'll be out in a minute." She said, and I grabbed a cup, filling it to the rim with coffee, creme and sugar. I sat down, and Tabra walked out. Shropee got up, gave Tabra her seat, and as the three of us sat at the bar, she walked on the otherside of the bar, and put her cup down.
"Alright, we are all here, now let's begin." She filled a cup for Tabra and handed it to him while she began her background story for our little hospital gig coming up. "Don't interrupt au ask maswali until the end ok? Good. Now here we go.
"The spell book we took from the wiccans, is very powerful. The only way we can stop them is kwa destroying the book. I did some studies, and found out magic is sealing this book so it can't get damaged. wewe could throw this thing into a fire, and all it would do is get warm. Not hot, just warm. Same thing with water. And if wewe tear a page, the tear reseals itself, and if wewe rip a page from it's spine, it will turn the page to dust, and it will pull itself back together out of thin air and the page will reattatch itself. So, the doctor used to study magics, the one we are getting information from, and he knows how to disarm the book, but he has to do it at the hospital. So, Cyd and Tabra are taking the book to a special room that will be locked from the outside, and he will knock seven times so wewe guys know it's him. wewe let him in, and he pages me, I grab Jerek (who will be with me) and we go to that room. I'll knock ten times, so wewe know it's me, and wewe let us in. Then, he does his magic, disarms it, we get out of the hospital and let him go back to being a doctor, and then we songesha on to taking the wiccans down, got it?"
"Sure." I said, glad I didn't have to take on any medical stuff. Tabra and I would sit in a room and wait. Fun!
"S'fine with me." Jerek said, and finished his coffee off.
"Sounds like a good plan. We will be armed though, just in case right?" Tabra asked as I finished half of my coffee.
"Yes. Just in case." Shropee said, and sent us off to the weapons room to put our gear together, that way once the clock reads six a.m., we slip them on, and leave.
"Alright. Let's go train wewe guys." I put my up down, grabbed Jerek and Tabra's arms, and we started for the stairs.