I know. I need to find a better place to post this than my blog, probably the garbage :P.
Rose's POV:
"Aw man!" I said to myself, repeating Jake's favorite phrase. "I'm gonna be late!" Although I was uncertain about what a Saturday with a bunch of dragon slaying ninjas would bring, one thing I knew for certain, my uncle DID NOT like those who were there late.
I ran in the door right on time, so I thought. I looked up to see the the angry face of my Uncle Chris.
"You're late", he said coldly.
"WHAT?! I'm right on time!"
"No, if you arrive even one second past the time I told you to come, then you are late. You came through that door three seconds past 3:00 PM. The next time it happens, you will be punished, understand?"
"Yes Uncle Chris".
"Another thing, here you do not address me as Uncle, but as master, disobedience to this will result in being thrown to a beast called the kraken, what is it you ask? I suggest you obey and not have to find out".
"Yes Uncle...er...master." I replied.
"Now, let's see what skills you have".
"What? But master, I haven't even been trained!"
"True enough, but remember what I told you, it's in your blood. Your birthmark indicates that you will naturally have some of these skills, even before training begins."
"Yes, master". How strange it seemed to call my own uncle my master.
"Now, I promise I won't hurt you. Begin".
As we fought, I realized my uncle had been right: I was almost a natural at fighting, at least the hand to hand combat. Not a professional by any means, but still, very good for someone with no training. We fought for about an hour and a half, my uncle finally prevailing.
"Very impressive, you have the potential to succeed me as leader of the Huntsclan. Nevertheless, you will still require training. Meet me every morning at 5:00 AM sharp, we will work on your skills here before you go to school. And it is best that you don't tell your parents about this, unless you want to be considered insane, as Hans Rotwood is. Now, you are free to leave".
"Yes, master. I won't be late".
"Be sure you that you aren't, for your sake".
And with that, I left. Great, I have to lie to my own parents, and brother, I thought. But, my uncle was right. If people knew what we did, they'd call us crazy, and we might even end up in jail as Rotwood did a few months ago. But still, my mother always said "Most secrets are no better than lies, and all of them yield the same fruits as lies do, some can even kill you."
But this was different, no harm could come from this, right?
...Right?