Chapter 49

• Elena
• Minutes slipped into hours which slipped into days which slipped into God knows what, my only comprehension of time seeming to be the constant rise and fall of daylight and darkness and even that slowly began to resemble figments of my imagination.
• Training was rigorous still becoming even more intense after my little stunt with the fireball, I was a bit relieved Gulliver wasn't around for this bit, though I'd bet he'd gotten tired of seeing me fumble up and landing on my keister on a constant basis, he'd taken a break going back to see how things were being run in Dracul's absence.