𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕦 ~ L. Garmadon

17: Isolated Training

Claaaaang

Claaaaaannnnggg

CLAAAANNNGGG

Lyra jumped out of her bed and reached for her daggers, which were laying on her nightstand. Unfortunately for her, her coordination wasn't as good as it was when she was fully awake, so she dropped them on the floor. 

They clattered to the ground, ready to slice Lyra's toes off. Thankfully, she had the sense to dart back, and they harmlessly glanced off the wood.

Isolated Training day numero uno, she reminded herself. What a great start. I forgot Sensei Wu was gonna wake everyone up with cymbals.

Lyra checked the time. It was 5:00 in the morning. Fun.

She slipped into a black sports bra and matching shorts, knowing that she wasn't going to be seen by anyone so it didn't matter what she was wearing. While pulling her hair up into a tight bun, she reminded herself what she was supposed to be doing. Lloyd had explained what he did every weekend in great detail so she wouldn't be confused, but she still kind of was.

Wake up at dawn, then train powers. Have a quick nap, wake up, eat breakfast. Then... Lyra's mind blanked. Shoot, what next? Oh, right, train combat then napping again. Eat lunch when I wake up, then train my mind or soul. Or both. I dunno. Then I get to eat supper, research my Element because Misako wouldn't let me see the scrolls about Garmadon because she's using them all today, then go to sleep a bit after dusk.

She looked around her room, which had different training equipment strewn around the floor. Each person got one predetermined hour in the training room, three twenty-minute intervals for each meal, and one predetermined hour on the deck, and had to spend the rest of their time in their room. Other than specific cases, like Zane baking during the mind and soul training and Nya watching documentaries in the video game room.

"So, I was gonna test my limits today," she reminded herself. It seemed ridiculous to talk out loud when no one was around, but it was that or absolute silence for two full days, and Lyra much preferred the former. "For Painting. Then, tomorrow, I'll figure out my Literature powers."

Deciding to waste no time, she concentrated on her fingertips. Immediately, deep violet particles flew from them, dancing around each hand and joining together in small bursts of power. She'd already figured out the particles mimicked paint when they were glowing. When they stopped glowing, they turned into actual paint. Lyra also knew that they could be any colour she wished them to, but their base form was always purple. It was any shade of purple her Element felt like, but was always purple.

She'd never figured out if it could be clear, though. Deciding that it was a good place to start, she picked up a blank piece of parchment. As if it had a mind of its own, her power started to bleed from her fingers and spread across the paper in gentle waves, like magenta ink. Lyra imagined herself as a vacuum, sucking up the ink, and it immediately returned to her hand.

Now, she told her Element sternly, you're gonna disappear. But you're still gonna be here. Just...invisible.

Lyra wasn't quite sure how invisible paint would help, but it'd be nice to know if it was possible or not. It seemed to be impossible, however, as it didn't appear no matter how hard she tried. 

Within an hour, she was ready to give up and rip the paper to shreds when an unnatural glint of light caught her eye. Upon further inspection, it continued to glimmer.

Lyra made a ball of glowing purple light hover above the paper. To her surprise, the entire paper appeared to sparkle.

She absorbed the ink off of it, and it stopped shining.