The Tripartite Mate Bond Chapter 51: CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

“AURORA'S POV”

I was frustrated and honestly, I wished I could channel this fire in Flynn’s face.

He was screaming at me like I was in the middle of a hurricane.

“Faster, Aurora! Your enemies won't let you have time to zone out, thinking goddess knows what! Focus. Channel that fire! Burn it” he screamed amidst other things in a bid to get me to bring out the fire from a specific part of my hands instead of burning my clothes.

It was easier said than done. I had cried so many times for the past three days while he forced me every day to get it right.

When he jumped into the hotel window where I was kidnapped, I thought my savior had come and I was going to be reunited with my mates but it turned out he had his own plans.

Apparently he was my trainer and something terrible was coming and I needed to be prepared for it.

“I'm not letting you go until you can do it properly, Aurora. So if you want your mates so badly, focus. Your mind must be focused on your target, pool your insides to that direction and release!” He said, just like he had been saying.

He sounded like a broken record at this point. The fire would come out, obviously from my frustration just like it had come out as he forced me to follow him instead of going back to my mates, he was a stranger and I wasn't too excited about going with another stranger after the last event.

My hand had lit up right next to his car but instead of getting burnt like every normal being, he put his hands in the fire and told me, “I'm just like you, Aurora. We are more alike and connected than you are with those mutts. But I assure you, you'll go back to them, I just need you to be prepared. They wouldn't allow me to train you the proper way and that is why it has to be this way. War is coming and you must be ready, Princess”

I was cranky all through the drive and the moment we got to this huge mansion with a literal horse ranch and so much space all over, he only let me sleep in, the first day. Every single day was filled with different training sessions. For my mind and body.

I could barely walk after the first day.

And yet, training to channel fire was the most difficult part of them all. I had learnt basic punching, he taught me how to shoot a gun (it was a terrifying experience but I got the hang of it pretty soon), he showed me how to hold a small knife and do serious damage with it. In fact, I was more confident in myself now than I have ever been in my life but I needed to be able to light up a target on demand, his words not mine.

Flynn was closed off about everything aside from training. Every personal question I asked him besides his name was met with a redirection or worse, silence.

He insisted I would find out everything at the right time.

“Can we take a break? This is obviously not working” I complained to him.

His face changed into rage.

“You don't get it, do you? There are forces beyond our control that our ancestors defeated. Yet they arise from their slumber and the great fates decide to put our victory in your puny hands. If you won't take this seriously, then you will never see those mutts again!” He lashed out at me before storming off.

I was dumbfounded. Who would be dumb enough to put the fate of anyone in my hands?

But yet, I knew I believed him. He was not one to make jokes, I have never seen him smile in the last three days. It was like a heavy burden was placed on his shoulders.

I decided to keep trying, his words ringing in my ears as I shot out bouts of fire at the sword he positioned a few meters away from me.

I was mindlessly doing it, regardless of how many times I failed. I just wanted to get it right.

A tear rolled down my eyes as my failure began to take a toll on me. My mind was filled with negative thoughts, everything about me has been filled with moments like this. Disappointment.

I was getting angry. Angry at the fates for deciding I was to be burdened with such a destiny yet they couldn't even give me my parents. They allowed me to be fated to three men that didn't really love me and couldn't rescue me from the consequences of their own actions.

I was angry that Flynn was angry. What right did he have to be? I was still a human! I don't understand these powers and I needed time to get into whatever character they had made of me. He called me Princess and I knew it wasn't in the way Axel did. I was scared to face whatever that was and I just ignored it anytime he said it. He always did with a weird reverence that showed he meant it as a title and not an endearment.

I refused to accept it.

In spite of my frustration, I kept going, the tip of the sword red as coal from the amount of fire I had poured on it. I took seconds to rest my arm but each time I remembered his face and the words that he dropped on me, I picked up again and tried to focus the fire to one finger.

He said a fire with no coordination will barely have any impact but if it's focused and direct, I can decide how much damage it can make.

Then I remembered how a bullet worked. The force that determined how much damage happened.

I paused and took a deep breath. It was already evening and I was tired but I just needed to try one more time.

I pointed just one finger and imagined it was Father's face as he called me worthless and useless and I released it.

I startled and turned around as I heard a clap from behind me.

It was Flynn and he smiled at me for the first time, making me feel elated.

"I knew you had it in you, Princess Aurora Tharros" he said in that tone that suggested he was close to bowing down and as usual, i ignored the obvious. I wasn't ready to address it and I knew he wasn't going to give me details either.

Therefore, we walked into the dining room like we didn't have any problem in the world.

Unknown to me, there was indeed, a lot of problems.