Chapter 15 (Cottage)

For more than a week now I have been following my subconscious strenuous training routine and I have seen physical improvements in my body, beside that my powers and skills have gotten stronger.

I can now use my imaginative powers to change the form of an object or to create an object and it remains like that even though I am at sleep. I can also think about more than ten different things at the same time yet this isn't enough for me to engage in a battle or take on the forces of Hermedox.

I am still in the past and I am still in this snowy environment, I have been training here all this whole in the harshest weather conditions, especially these past few days the weather has deteriorated and become so unbearable. Sometimes while I am training, my breathing becomes irregular and my body becomes numb because of the cold.

But I have to do this, I have to become powerful. Even though this place was deathly because of the cold, it was still one of the best places to train, I can reach my fullest potential here because I have nothing stopping me, no buildings, no people, no government special forces, just trees and rocks.

If I stay here for a year I will master this power, but I am not planning to stay for that long I have to return to the present. I want to master these ancient Zyronite martial arts skills before I return to the present. I don't have to rely on my imaginative powers always, so learning martial arts is a good idea.

"That's good, you got it this time. I'll say this Jayden, you are a very excellent learner, I see why my master chose you." My subconscious compliments me as I do the twelfth stance of Zoa martial arts techniques. The Zoa martial art technique was an ancient martial technique in Zryon and it consists of twelve stances. At first, these stance looks difficult but with practice and concentration, one can learn them.

"Stop flattering me," I say and straighten myself.

"It takes a beginner two months to learn the basics of Zoa yet you learnt it in two days," it says surprised at how I can do this and I smirked. Since I was little I have been a very fast learner, and because of that, I have gotten a lot of praise and awards. I have participated in so many competitions and I haven't lost in any of them...

Competitions...

"Shit." I curse and run my fingers through my hair.

My subconscious notices this and turns to me, "What's wrong?"

"I have a school competition to attend tomorrow, and it's a national one!" I panic and a lot of things begin to run through my mind. I am in my final year in high school and I applied for a competition before all this happened. It will be very terrible and embarrassing if I don't show up tomorrow and that shame will haunt me throughout my life.

I facepalm myself and let out a sigh. I can't believe that I almost forgot that I am a high school student.

"I have to start preparing to return to the present," I let out walking towards the cottage I built with wood. I built it because of the cold and so that I'll have a place to rest comfortably.

I stop at the entrance of the cottage and scan it with my eyes. I can't believe that I built this in a day with the help of my ability. Without my abilities, it would have taken me months to build this alone.

"What will you tell your parents when you see them?" I freeze and I begin to think of how awkward it will be to return to my house or school after missing for more than three weeks.

"When that time comes, I'll know what to say," I say trying to sound confident but my voice betray me.

I enter the well-furnished living room and sink into one of the cushions in it. Almost everything here is made out of my imagination, as long as I keep thinking about it, it will remain standing.

My subconscious appears in front of me and my eyebrows furrow.

"If you plan on returning, you should go find her," it tells me referring to Skylar.

"Why should I do that?" I mutter with a frown. Since Skylar left I haven't seen her and I am clueless as to whether she is still alive or not. Simply put, I don't care about her whereabouts.

"You can't leave her here," My subconscious becomes adamant, "I won't let you return without her."

I look at it and it is serious about what it says, I don't understand why it is this persistent on me not leaving without her, I guess there is something it hasn't yet told me.

"Fine," I reply rolling my eyes, "I'll find her."

My lips curve into a grim, I guess there are still many things my subconscious is not telling me, what is it hiding from me?