MOCK FIGHTING

She stood on the glacier. Her feet were planted firmly in the ground. In front to her stood Arcum. Her sword was drawn. Her short hair blew in the breeze. She looked at Arcum. He held a similar stance. Flosi waited for him to make the first attack. He moved as quick as the wind, attacking her neck. She parried, flung him over her head with her sword, the backflipped onto his chest. She held her sword, to his throat.

"You won that round, again." Arcum sighed.

"Why don't you actually try?" Flosi asked.

"I am!" He exclaimed.

"Are you really?" She questioned.

"Yes, I promise."

So on it went, battle after battle, Flosi easily won without even really trying. She wondered what was wrong with Arcum. He was a really bad fighter. Like, worse than a baby. Or maybe that was her imagination. Maybe he wasn't half bad. Most likely, Flosi was just way too powerful. And that was the truth. She was the chosen one. So, of course she was powerful. Wasn't that how most books went? There is a normal girl, finds out she's powerful, or it turns out she's a princess, happily ever after. She was pretty sure that didn't usually happen in real life, but it had happened to her. So, maybe, just maybe, that was the situation at hand. It hadn't back then, but now that everything was just normal, she felt like she was in a fairytale. Flosi didn't know why, but it felt so much like a fairytale, she felt like it was a dream.