Becca Volkの小説

The training room was filled with the familiar clash of sword against sword. It was the time of year when the tests began and the students were ranked. Elaine and Andrew had been first and second in their age range for years, but as they grew older, they climbed higher in the ranks. Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it.Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.“Get your feelings in check, Leana, I can read your frustration like an open book,” Elaine said smoothly and coolly, as if it was a fact so obvious it was dull. Lowering her blade, the knight stepped off the dueling mat. With a slight hop

The library towered above them like a monument to the gods. The rain pelted the umbrella, their boots splashing through puddles quietly as they trudged towards the building. It reached so high that the arch was a hand reaching to heaven, begging for mercy. The stained glass was coated in tears of rain. As the pair approached, the massive building of books only seemed to grow larger. Andrew let out a steady, low whistle as they stilled at the massive wooden doors.“Well, its reputation doesn’t do it justice,” The blonde said in a whisper, hazel eyes piercing through the night like honey through thick black tea.Silence fell between them as Elaine reached behind her to pull her hood onto her ebony hair. Ivory hands searched her pocket for the thin, well-sewn mask; pulling it from the confines of her cloak, the young knight placed it onto her face. Making sure it was secure, Elaine looked to Andrew as he followed her actions; his own mask seemed far too dark on his friendly face. There w

The rain painted the sidewalk like teardrops from the eyes of heaven. Small feet pounded the pavement, a river dance, a smooth unspoken rhythm mixing in time with the downpour. The green of summer was hinged by the kiss of autumn, leaves melting from emerald to ember as the night took hold of the world. A warm breeze sent raindrops towards the shadowed figure. The umbrella could only do so much against the water. Pausing on the path, the sound of laughter echoed like a distant melody as bundled figures joined her on the white-bricked road. Thunder crashed overhead, a reminder of how small a person truly was in the scheme of things.Rain had always been a rarity for Elaine growing up. The ebony-haired girl had seen little more than an occasional winter rain or summer drizzle. She supposed that’s what she got for being born in a desert. The lightning flashed through the sky like a slash of a sword from the hands of a god. Looking up for a moment, she moved the umbrella out of the way, d