Strike At Midnight || Luka Couffaine

Chapter 9 ❧ Hero Crash Course

Feeling Good by Michael Buble

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Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel

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I inspect myself in the mirror, tilting my head. Emilie had always said I was a rare beauty, saying my hair colour was a unique shade of peach like my mother's. And I also have the striking chocolate brown eyes from my father. I could hardly remember them, but I like to imagine their faces and how much I resemble them.

Of course, when I look at myself now, I don't see the appeal. I don't see the hidden gem that Emilie had always emphasized in me...

"Hey, Grimm," I say. "Why is it i transform, I wear a sort of poncho."

"Pardon? A what?"

"You know, like a coat from my neck to my torso- has a hood and resembles bat wings?"

"It's a cloak," he answers. "But it's a smaller version since it reaches your waist rather than all the way to your feet."

"I don't like it," I announce. "It makes so much noise, especially when I sneak around."

"I beg to differ. You're costume is something you naturally desire adamantly or subconsciously," he explains. "As of now, you may believe otherwise, but deep down, there is a reason."

I glance at him and he sends me a indifferent look. But we both know what he meant. "The cloak probably means how desperate you are to keeping secrets- the truth hidden away."

"Shall we train outside?" He suggests.

"Now? In the middle of the night?" I ask, flabbergasted.

"Indeed. The bat is, after all, nocturnal," he says, smirking. I shake my head furiously, suddenly chickening out. He sighs. "I believe a challenge would suffice. How about you transform now and test your abilities by sneaking out."

"No way in hell. That's impossible!" I hiss.

"Princess, nothing is impossible," he says, exasperated. "Moreover, this is for Emilie, is it not?"

He hovers towards my face. His usually distant eyes glows yellow with anticipation. "Well?"

There's a stretched silence as I ponder the suggestion. Exhaling in frustration,  we both know I've been defeated. I can't believe he could get on my nerves, yet still act reasonable. "Grimm, witching hour."

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It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good

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I gasp in sheer excitement as I jump from roof to roof with grace beyond I'm normally capable of. As I drop down or lift off, the wind whips through my hair and I can feel my heart soaring so high, I'm positive I could touch the stars.

I touch down like an acrobat, feeling a sense of pride. A thrilling sensation still courses through my veins as I say, "Call it a day."

I detransform and Grimm reappears beside me smiling. "Would you look at that? You're practically glowing."

"I've never felt so alive," I say honestly, clutching my chest. "So should I practise Oblivion next?" I ask in anticipation- already forming my hand into a fist.