3 The Strategic Telepath

A girl of 16 sat cross-legged on her bed with early morning sunlight falling across her. Her arms rested gently in her lap as she completed her regular morning meditation. Her skin was dark and her hair an ebony black in a pixie cut. She was wearing a dark green shirt with golden designs on it. The shirt had one long sleeve that reached the girls left hand and possessed separate openings for her fingers and thumb. Her right arm was adorned with a simple golden bicep cuff. On her lower half, she wore a green and black skort with a slit in the skirt slightly to the front of her right thigh, along with knee-high black boots.

This morning, a very excited and persistent thought niggled at the girl. She shifted a bit on her bed and continued to persist in her morning routine. After all, returning to school after summer vacation reaallllly wasn't as exciting as her little brother thought it was. Even though, she was excited to see her boyfriend after being apart for three weeks.

Well, maybe it was okay to cut this morning's meditation short. And listening in on her little brother's conversation should count as some form of practice, right?

"now that I'm in the LegendSlayer program I'll be able to fight legends!" 'That selfish basted won't be the one people have to rely on.' "And I won't let there be a tragedy like Kyrie did!"

The girl's mother could be heard both telepathically and auditorily as she scolded her youngest, "Corson! You know nothing about the situation Avalon was in!"

Corson rolled his eyes at his mother as he said, "I've watched the videos mom. He practically stayed to one side until nearly all of the LegendSlayers were dead. Then he was on the dragon and it was dead. I mean if he could do that, then couldn't he have killed it before it killed everyone else? He's no hero all he cares about is the next fight."

"Corson. I'm not going to have this argument with you again," his mother said in an exasperated tone.

"What!? All I'm saying is I'm going to help keep Laserath and its defenders safe."

"And how do you plan to do that if you don't make it to your first day of school on time?" asked Centra and Corson's father with a smile. 'One day his son would be a respectable LegendSlayer.'

"Centra we need to go!" Corson called as his dishes clattered into the sink.

Centra rolled her eyes as she tapped her brother on the shoulder, "I'm right behind you dufus."

"Centra. Don't call your brother names," came her mother's exasperated response.

"I know, but sometimes he's just such a little bother." Centra gave her mother a hug before she turned to leave. "Let's go, Corson. We have to pick up Jasper."

As Centra and her brother made their way to the front door with their combat equipment, they said goodbye to their parents. And the carefree life they used to live.