It is rather enjoyable to listen to imagine dragons song warriors while writing I don't know why. But I like to listen to it while writing. Anyways I am going to put Lola and Ivo pov of their Fathers view back as I don't have enough to work with yet. Also thank you Henrywolf123 for pointing out my problem with the terrible their there and they're. I will try to improve that repeating mistake of mine. Anyways onto the chapter! Oh forgot Read Blackthrone that novel on RR is awesome and I love it.

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9 down 2nd one in, is a basic  picture of the mask except the rest would be red.

I didn't sleep very well last night. I kept thinking about that sword. It was powerful enough to possess a commander so who powerful was the being in side of it? Was the being inside a shade? Why didn't it leave the sword? How powerful is a commander? Other then that I was also excited to get my mask's I know its still way to early but I really wanted to see them. So after half the night I started meditating. I have never done meditating before but I assumed and comfortable cross-legged position and started taking deep breaths. I tried to see if I could pull something out of my chest for 2 hours nothing happened. The reason I tried to use the chest is because in all the shows I watched everything comes from the heart. Which is completely bullshit. After being that frustrating test I tried my head and what do you know it worked! It might have helped that I had finally calmed down. However the second I let go of the energy it simply dissipated upwards. I simply looked at were it had been. Then a idea came into my head.

So the skull acts like a bowl to capture mana, the bowl's efficiency is determined by the person so the better the mage the better they are at capturing mana.... hmm does that mean if I find a item that doesn't allow mana to pass and shape it like an upside down bottle I can pool mana into it like a storage system? Can mana become condensed and form a liquid?solid? Will it act like water? Oh lets see If I got a skill for moving mana around!

Aaaaand nothing... weird... wait if I can move mana around does that mean I can inject into myself to make myself stronger? I wonder.... well lets first payoff the rest of the masks then I will try it out.

So I then got out of bed did the normal morning stuff and walked outside. The silver was in my pocket. I walked down the street and as I did I wondered about something. I haven't seen Ivo the last couple of days... I wonder where he is? He usually bugs me to play with him... Okay I'll visit their house after I drop of the money and see Lola... Its been a while since I have seen her..

By that time I had arrived at Mary and Mark's door I walked right in to see Mark whittling away at the wood. He looks up at me speaks.

“Hey how are you doing?”

“I'm doing good I just came to drop off the rest of the money”

I then put the silver coin on the table.

“Do you need anymore healing?”

“No *cough my body hasn't been this good in a long time. When do you think you can get better healing spells?”

“Next week sometime not quite sure yet”

“Okay well then see you later boss”

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“See you Mark”

I then left his house and walked back to the good part of town. Three kids along the way requested healing. So I complied. None of them donated. But I'm just being greedy now I already made over a silver off the people. I then arrived at the door of the Norman's. I gently knocked at the door. I waited for 2 minutes and no one answered. I was quite surprised. They usually had someone on the other side of the door all day long. I looked down at my shirt and realized I was wearing my worst one. Wide eyed I returned home and changed into my other pair of clothing (I only have 2 pairs) Glad that on one had opened the door I returned and knocked on the door. This time the door opened before I could speak the servant who opened the door  cut me off

“Mr. Norman was requested that you don't come anymore”

My mouth opened then shut. And then the door was shut polity in my face. The servant's of Mr. Norman knew I was a good kid but that was the nicest they could be. Letting me in would put him out of a job so I can't really blame him. I stared at the door for a couple of minutes puzzled as to what had happened. I was also slightly angry. What had I done to not be allowed over anymore? Dammit now I can't see Lola either. Deciding that standing in front of a door wouldn't do me any good. I returned to the slummy part of town to ask about the previous user of the sword. I wanted to judge about how strong he was to see how powerful the possessor was. I walked over to the blacksmith.

“Hey”

He immediately stops hammering away at the sword he is making.

“Hello how are you sir?”

“I'm good and I'm not a knight so calling me Gilbert will be fine”

“Okay Gilbert what brings you around here?”

“I just wanted to ask a couple questions about the previous owner of the sword”

“Okay ask away”

I was able to gather that the previous owner of the sword had been just as strong if not stronger then the current deputy head commander of the army he was also just as fast but incredibly stupid. As I was about to leave the Blacksmith spoke again.

“You can keep the sword even if you take the curse off. No one would buy it for fear of the curse and  I don't need a sword okay?”

With a smile I replied “Thanks for the gift!”

I turned around and the smile instantly left my face. I hate smiling when I am in a foul mood. I return to the well and heal a couple of people. In between helping people I practise spirit sense. By the end of the day I had still not figured out why Mr. Norman didn't want his kids hanging out with me. On my way home I saw my dad return. Then it all clicked. He didn't want his kids to hang out with 'commoners' I felt sad when I realized this. I walked into the house after my dad and sat down in my chair. (half climb its to big still) I ate quietly like usual. When my mom asked me a question

“So Gilbert how was your day?”

“It was okay.. the Norman's won't let me come over anymore...”

“Cheer up son I'll bring you to work tomorrow how does that sound?” (Dad)

“You can do that? I've always wanted to see the keep of the city”  

“Yes, you can come along just stay near me.”

I went to sleep. Slightly nervous. I hope I don't say something stupid.