Arthur sat infront a decent sized stone tablet sticking up from the ground, On it read:
Here rests sleeper jack, your nightmare is over.
Brushing of a small tear, Arthur clenched his fists in anger, he had failed the boy.
While they weren't very close, he was his teacher, he was supposed to protect him, and he had failed.
Slowly getting up he made a silent promise to himself, "I will get out of here, and protect the people I hold dear".
And with these words he stood up and walked away.
Arthur returned to his cave, and went to sleep, he had a challenging mission after all.
The next morning, at the sight of dawn Arthur immesdetly walked out, and started to climb the montains, his goal was simple, he would fill up his core as fast as he could, he was aiming for twenty fragments a day, but it would not be easy.
And so Arthur hunted, while he had set a target of twenty, he quickly realized it would not be possible, with the combination of injuries, time usage and his flaw working against him, the average he was able to get everyday was twelve. While impressive he had figured out something important, when he killed a nightmare creature with pure destruction, their soul shard also was destroyed, although he did receive the fragment.
So Arthur decided to start depending less on his destruction.
After the first week of hunting, and his core slowly filling up, he was able to slightly more destruction and have more of a grip on it.
After the second week, Arthur has realized something he should of long ago.
He could use more destruction, without going mad, while it was only a few more attacks, it gave him a goal to strive for.
And as the third week ended, Arthur sat outside his cave, training his destruction.
He always thought he could only train the amount of destruction used, and in what way.
However he has been experiencing and noticed, he could slightly shape it, into half an actual physical object.
It was tedious, his flaw acting up every so often, but without anyone near, it receaded just as fast, and so the training continued.
[A/N: I know I know small chapter again, and wow another time skip, however I really can't think him doing much in the hollow montains, it's either exoring, whitch is basically suicide if goes in a wrong place, or it's training.
While I don't like rushing this fanfiction, I also don't want to bore all of you readers so I hope yall don't mind.
Aa one of you mentioned in the comments (ma foult forgor who and I'm lazy) his reaction to Jack's death was a little dramatic, and after going over it I agree, however I wanted Arthur to be like, well Arthur and I always saw him as a person who does anything to win, and he has not been winning shit right now, he has just been laying low and surviving, and so I wanted him a goal, sure I killed a kid for it( holy shi tht sounds bad) but yeah.]
As always comment if you see any mistakes or I made something seem unclear.
Thanks for reading!
Psss leave power stones.(yuh I'm greedy).