A little bit like him (who made me a princess fanfic)

Unexpected Appearance

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CHAPTER 3

A year has passed and she already made leaps and bounds on controlling her magic. the old coot has been harsher than he was back in her first life but Athanasia welcomed it all with open arms and mind. She needed the discipline and wisdom if she wanted to survive.

Leaving the ruby palace has been easier since she can at least leave a doppelganger in her stead and have it do their usual routine. Reading books, ‘eating’ and minding their own business. the don’t have much to do since they are still a ‘kid’ but Athy made sure that it will alert her of any danger so that she can easily teleport in that place.

Being older than she actually was while learning under Arcturus’ tutelage certainly has its perk, Athanasia was able to understand the things she hasn’t before, the hidden words and meaning that always left her confuse becomes clearer and aided her in so many ways in her training

Arcturus warned her about the toll of her body containing huge amount of mana tho, like the one she experiences the night he brought her spasming body into his hut and made sure she lives for another day. Her body involuntarily shivers whenever she recalls that night, she has been in coma for 3 weeks and she remembers it all.

The way her body feels like its been tortured in many ways possible, her blood that feels like boiling lead traveling down her veins, the pounding headache that made her thoughts muddled and yet aware at the same time just to feel the torture. It made her wish she died and never woke up in her infant body. And to think she will experience that again soon in the near future, Athanasia doesn’t know if she can handle it again, even with the amount of torturous training she undergoes

The retired old sorcerer seems to feel her dread and proposed a possible solution to lessen the pain if those magical attack occurs.

Training her body.

Looking at her young, petite and utterly small body, Athanasia look at the man as if he gone senile as he already is

Training, other than mental torture.

Meaning she slowly get beaten to pulp by these puppet soldiers that Arcturus conjured with a flick of his finger and learn how to fight with her arms and legs ( and sword). She didn’t know that Arcturus knew the way of anything sharp and pointy, and he looks so professional even though he was holding a blade between his bony hands

Athanasia got the feeling that the old man was aware of her nature, know that her mind did not belong in this time, but isn’t it kind of illegal to pummel a 5 years old body (nearing 6) to the ground? Isn’t it physical abuse? This was the first time that she experiences that kind of training regimen and the first time she didn’t know what to do.

‘I guess there’s a first time in everything’ she muses to herself and avoided the glinting sword that threatened to slice her into two, a very much real sword infused with magic that made her feet dug into the ground as he deflected it with her own

The force made everything around her bellowed, the grass swaying, the dust scattering and the birds flying into the air from the crackling sound.

The hollowed knight continues to try and dug the edge of its blade into her torso. She grunted and clenches her teeth as she pushes it back with all her might, the being made of metal skidded away and returned to its defensive position. Athanasia heaved a huge breath and relaxes her tense muscle. Just like thoughts threatening to break her concentration, She mentally tried to ignore the stature of her opponent and attacked