Serena's POV: 

Early in the morning, Edward asked Mrs.Brown to knock on my door and urge me to go to the training grounds outside the Maple House.Apparently, I was already late to the first day of my training.

"So, it seems that you aren't as diligent as I remembered, Serena,"

Edward said, with an expression that was mixed with disappointment and taunting.

What Peter and I did last night completely knocked me out.

Even though Edward was a year older than me, I could tell from the way he reacted that he didn't have a girlfriend.

"Don't worry.I promise I'll go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow.By the way, where is Uncle Phillip? I thought he was the one training me?"

"Phillip is not the only one who can teach you.If you must know, my skills make me more than qualified to be your teacher as well.Anyway, quit stalling.Let's start your training.Before we formally begin, we need to warm up and see what you can already do.First, let's see how your fighting skills have developed over time.I want to know if you've gotten better or worse from the last time we trained together."

When Edward and I were younger, Uncle Phillip would personally train the two of us, often pitting us against each other in a friendly competition.

In the training grounds, there were some items laid out on a table.

Some sticks, a few knives, and a single pan.

"You see those items from afar? Our first task is to control any of those from here."

With a wave of his hand, Edward had made the pan float up and suspended it in the air.

That left me with the knives and sticks.

Thinking that it would be dangerous if I lost control of the knives, I aimed at the wooden sticks.

I followed the motion that Edward made with his hand and did the same with mine.

The stick slightly trembled in its place, but it refused to move upward as I hoped it would.

Frustrated, I took a deep breath and tried again, focusing my energy onto my powers.

Slowly, the stick rose off of the table.

I marveled as it flew higher up, but once I lost my focus, it had fallen back down.

Just when it was about to hit the ground, it froze midair.

The stick hovered upward and landed itself back on the table, beside the pan.

I turned to Edward and saw that he was the one who was putting the stick back.

"I see what you're struggling with. You are strong, but you still don't know how to control that strength of yours."

I nodded, frowning in agreement.

Once again, I tried to control the stick, this time to pull it towards me.

All of a sudden, the stick swooped in my direction.

It was flying too fast, which meant that I had to avoid it if I didn't want to get skewered.

My instincts urged me to teleport somewhere else, but the stick followed me wherever I popped up, as if it was magnetized to me.

Teleporting multiple times was starting to exhaust me, decreasing my agility to evade the flying stick.

This time, I was too tired to teleport, but the stick was still zooming towards me.

arms in one hopeless act of defense when suddenly a hand caught the stick just before it touched

eyes to see Peter's hand in front

this time, Peter had been watching me train and

my heart told me that he just

up on my lips

much time on this one simple drill.If you really want your training to be productive, then you must simulate an actual fighting situation." Peter dropped

were just getting there.Serena, you take

table and tilted as

Edward was ready.

Serena.In case you lose control, I will be here to keep

echoed throughout the

and saw him

try," I nodded at

Edward." I willed the knife

flick of my wrist, the knife

had also sent his pan

each other, the impact causing my knife to spear

knife as an extension of your own body.It's the same as telling your arm or hand what to do.That

out of the tree when I heard

my hands, demonstrating how to wave

his skin came in contact with mine, I felt a unique coldness run through my

keep wrapping my arms around Edward because he was always cool

My cheeks unconsciously blushed.

your power from a place of

my ears, but I

if I didn't say

that I would marry Edward

Edward's structured face in

long, pretty eyelashes danced on his lids with every

I felt

followed his instructions as best as I

I was able to pull the knife out of the trunk just like

on

one last graceful wave, the knife gently landed on the table, back in its

about this whole

was suddenly heard from

It was Peter.

blank, but I knew from his eyes that he

Edward's hands were still on mine, I pulled away

you teach me that, too? Maybe I can

her best not to show it, Patricia's face was as red as

I can teach you on another day.It might be less likely you could do it, though, being a full blooded werewolf and all." I stared at Patricia

arms like that...It would be worth it even if I didn't learn a

close, Peter instantly pulled me to his side, glaring at Edward as if he was ready to eat him

me control my powers.Don't be so

playfully whispered in his

get all worked up like

was here, it was

how your attack looks like.Make me your

"Alright, I'll try."

mind, I focused my energy on moving the

much better and seamless

finally understood what it meant when he said to make the weapon

was an extra arm and

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