Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Ice Witch

The first light of day filtered through the windows, gently illuminating the figure of a slumbering girl nestled on the bed. The abrupt intrusion of an alarm woke Ember from her sleep, compelling her to rise.

With an almost mechanical precision, she stood, stretched her limbs, and proceeded to the bathroom to initiate her morning routine. Every action was executed devoid of emotion, a carefully orchestrated dance of habit.

After getting ready she went to the dining room, where her family awaited. A quiet breakfast ensued, a mere prelude to the relentless demands of her upcoming day.

After Ariel died, Ember's existence became a symphony of discipline and endurance. She spends practically everyday training.

The regimen she subjected herself to was a merciless gauntlet. Runs through unforgiving terrain, strength training that tested her very limits, and combat drills that honed her skills to lethal precision.

The grueling routine was etched into her very being, a testament to her unyielding resolve. Through every agonizing repetition, a singular mantra echoed in her mind, driving her forward: "I have to get stronger." _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

Amidst the sweat and strain, Ember's thoughts sometimes drifted to a memory, a fleeting echo of a young boy's promise: "You're never alone." The memory would tug at her lips, coaxing a wistful smile even in the midst of hardship.

As night descended, Ember returned from her arduous training to once again share a meal with her family. Stepping into the dining room, her gaze swept over the familiar faces already seated, noticing that Avalon wasn't in attendance. With a casual "hey," she acknowledged Atticus's greeting.

Anastasia, ever perceptive, "How was your day, honey?" inquired about her day, concern etching her features.

Ember's response was an unchanging "it was fine," the mask of composure firmly in place, but Anastasia's worried gaze lingered.

Freya chimed in, "Are you getting ready to go to camp, honey? If you're not ready–"

Ember's voice cut through the question, "I'm ready."

Freya and Anastasia exchanged glances, their shared concern evident as they faced the enigma before them. Ember's quiet demeanor and withdrawn nature had become a growing source of worry for both of them.

Her once-guarded disposition had intensified since Ariel's passing, causing her to retreat further into her own world, isolating herself from those around her.

Anastasia's brow furrowed, reflecting her inner turmoil as she struggled to find a way to bridge the gap that Ember's silence had created.

Freya, too, shared in the uncertainty, her usually assertive stance softened by the realization that Ember's pain ran deep and remained hidden beneath the surface.

After the meal, Ember retreated once more, her destination clear, the training grounds that held both her sanctuary and her crucible.

As the day's end approached, Ember's unrelenting pursuit of strength continued, an unbreakable rhythm in the symphony of her existence.

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The next day, a procession of gleaming hover cars surged through the landscape, their sleek forms slicing through the air. If one would look closer, you would see that they were heading outside Sector 3. They were currently close to the border, in an area devoid of life, a barren land.

Within one of these vehicles, "I still don't get why we're running. We're not afraid of those white haired bastards" a man occupying the passenger seat said. He had black hair framed a face that seemed carved by the hands of experience.

He glanced at his surroundings, his gaze flickering over the landscape outside the window, lost in contemplation.