Alexis followed the elf to the front of his house. Coming to an abrupt stop, he handed her a stick.

"Why a stick? Don't you have any wooden swords... or real swords?" She asked, confused by his actions.

"I will not let you use a real sword until you can fight properly with a stick." He replied, looking at her sternly.

She sighed but reluctantly got into her fighting stance, holding out the stick in front of her but kept a tight grip on it. Oramis looked relaxed and started walking towards her. She tried to attack him but he quickly dodged and tripped her. She sat up and rubbed her back.

"Oww..." She muttered.

"You're too slow and you have no balance what's so ever." He told her, helping her up.

Again, Alexis got into her fighting stance and ran towards him, aiming for his waist but he shifted to the side and swept her feet out from under her once again. Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she got up on her own, pushing away the elf's helpful hand. 'I can't believe this. I was always so good when fighting in the town. He's just so fast... I can't keep up.' She thought to herself. Tightening her grip on the bark, she went after him again.

They continued to practice for the rest of the day until the sunset. A few fireflies had already started to come out to join in on the cricket choir was heard all around. Alexis rubbed her arms, legs, and back due to the soreness. She had bruises littering her body from her constant falls. Oramis didn't even try to hold back. As they were walking back to his house, Oramis would quickly look over at her and then look away, inspecting her features. She never noticed and kept walking.

"There is a spare room down the hall. You can stay there. Make sure though that you wake up at 6 so we can practice."

She nodded in response. Once Alexis had gotten to her room as her eyes started drooping. Sounds of wolves howling outside were heard now. She crawled over to the bed but once she laid her head down, sleep quickly overcome her. Her dreams consisted of the memories of her parents dying.

While she slept, Ethan was with the town's people, burying the fallen bodies. He hasn't realized of his sister's disappearance yet. He is struggling with trying to decide whether or not to tell Alexis about who she really is and who her real parents are. "What will she do? How will she react? What will she say?" Those thoughts kept going through his mind. "Was keeping her safe worth the loss of his parents? Why would they continue to protect her, knowing that they will die because of it?" He sighed in frustration but came to an agreement with himself. "I am going to tell her tomorrow."