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up know ing that he would be stepping into his shoes one day. He had always had so much to live up to. Growing up, he had missed the male role model that his father would have provided. Bartholomew had filled that gaping hole in his life.
    When he had first come to the Academy as a trainee, Bartholomew was still playing an active role in fighting in the war against the Mortuorum. This was before he had taken a back seat to rule behind a desk as opposed to behind a sword. Up until meeting Kelton, there had never been anyone who he trusted to take over leading the fight. Apparently, he had seen something in Kelton. The strength in him had been so strong from the first moment he had set eyes on him. That was why Bartholomew had worked him to the bone, building him into the greatest warrior in Lamia history.
    He owed everything to Bartholomew.
    Not that Kelton had understood any of that at the time. All he knew back then was that he had been picked on mercilessly by their leader from the very start. He didn’t realise that he was testing him from the moment he stepped foot in the Academy. Testing his strength, his resolve and his loyalty.
    Bartholomew had been more than a leader or a teacher to Kelton. He was family.
    Bartholomew had taken him from a cocky teenager with no respect and had moulded him into the determined killing machine that he was today. One with intelligence, loyalty and compassion.
    And now he was gone.
    Kelton brushed a hand through his bristly, short hair and closed his eyes.
    He couldn’t fall apart now.
    Bartholomew would have expected better from him.
    He had to fight.

Chapter Six.
     
    “Man, whatever’s happening out there, it doesn’t sound so good.” Trey Masterson said after he had carefully closed the door.              
    Trey towered over the rest of the newbie’s, but his size didn’t represent his nature.  He was like a giant teddy bear.  He was one of those guys who sometimes don’t realise the size that he was. Sort of like a Great Dane thinking that he was the size of a little Cocker Spaniel.  Trey was the whole package – strength, intelligence, skill, sense, determination, compassion, all mixed in with a little rebellion.  He was the perfect recipe for a warrior of worth.
    Sitting back down , he had to squeeze his huge frame into the average sized plastic blue chair.  Running a hand through his short, spiky golden blonde hair, Trey turned his questioning gaze on the others.
    “Well, day one and we’ve seen the Great Warrior Kelton lose the plot already.” Denver sneered.
    The rest of the guys turned to glare at him, unable to believe the amount of stupidity that could spew forth from his mouth on occasion.  Kelton had been decent enough to give him a second chance at being taught by him, and the kid just didn’t learn.
    “What?!”  Denver smirked, shrugging his shoulders in mock innocence.  He really didn’t care, either.
    In unison, the rest of them shook their heads at him and turned to sit back down at their desks, turning away from him.  Whatever was happening was big and most of them knew better than to try and get involved.  They were old enough to understand that this was serious.  If it was something that they needed to know about, they’d be told.  They weren’t kids, but this didn’t stop the m discussing it quietly.
    “What do you think is going on?”  Trey asked the others, just in case they had heard something that he hadn’t.
    “Not a clue, man. Not a clue.”
    They all sat in silence as there wasn’t anything e lse that they could really do. Until the door broke open again and Kayleigh re-entered the room, looking very tense.
    “Master Warrior Kelton sends you all his apologies.  Something unavoidable has cropped up and he has had to deal with it personally.  As we have no other warriors available to teach the class at this time, I have been asked to advise you that the rest of the lesson has been postponed.  You should use